King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shi Feiyang bowed his head and planted a kiss amidst Guo Xiangyu’s hair, the ice-blue True Qi silently dispelling the chill surrounding her.

This night, the moonlight at Flying Tiger Pass was exceptionally gentle, as if blessing the heroes who had quelled the chaos, while the war-torn city too welcomed renewal amidst the warmth and joy.

The smoke of battle dissipated from Flying Tiger Pass, with the waning sun dyeing the battle flags on the city wall a gentle crimson. Shi Feiyang embraced Guo Xiangyu as they climbed the arrow tower, her hair caught by the evening breeze brushing against his cheeks, carrying a unique scent of jasmine mingled with gunpowder.

”Feiyang, look at these mountains and rivers.” Guo Xiangyu leaned in his arms, gazing at the distant village that had returned to tranquility, ”After so much fighting, now we can quietly watch the sunset.” Her voice was gentle, filled with the relief of surviving disaster.

Shi Feiyang bowed his head, planting a kiss amidst her hair: ”Thanks to you. Every time I’m in danger, just thinking of you gives me the courage to forge ahead.”

Guo Xiangyu turned, wrapping her hands around his neck, her starry eyes full of tender affection: ”Foolish one, you’re my courage. Without you, what does this vast world matter to me?”

She tipped her toes, burying her face in his chest, ”Promise me, no matter what happens in the future, you must never venture alone into danger.”

”Alright, I promise you.” Shi Feiyang held her tightly, wanting to merge her into his very being, ”From now on, we live and die together.”

In the following days, Flying Tiger Pass was immersed in festivity.

The disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association were busy repairing the city, while the people voluntarily brought wine and delicacies.

Shi Feiyang and Guo Xiangyu’s new room was arranged with particular warmth, red silk draping the eaves, and inside filled with twin lotus symbols of marital bliss.

Late at night, Guo Xiangyu leaned by the window, moonlight falling on her face, beautiful like a dream.

Shi Feiyang encircled her waist from behind: ”What are you thinking?”

”Thinking about what I might’ve done to deserve your treatment.” She said softly, her tone full of happiness and anxiousness, ”You’re a hero renowned across the land, and I...”

”In my eyes, you are more precious than any treasure in the world.” Shi Feiyang turned her around, earnestly looking into her eyes, ”Without you, no matter how high the fame, how great the achievement, it all amounts to nothing.”

Guo Xiangyu’s eyes reddened, she pressed her face to his chest: ”Feiyang, I’m so afraid, afraid this happiness is too fleeting, afraid of one day losing you.” ”Silly girl,” Shi Feiyang gently wiped her tears with his fingers, ”while I am here, no one can separate us. When the world is stable, we’ll find a secluded haven, living off the land, witnessing the seasons’ cycle, growing old together.”

”Really?” Guo Xiangyu looked up, her eyes sparkling with expectation.

”Of course it’s true.” Shi Feiyang bent down and gently kissed her lips.

Outside, the moonlight flowed like water, tightly merging the silhouettes of these lovers who had braved life and death.

The brothers of the Heroic Sakura Association watched the Grand Squad Leader and his wife so deeply in love, all feeling genuinely happy.

Liao Pei smiled and said to Lie Quan: ”The Grand Squad Leader now has a new wife to accompany him; the road ahead will surely be more smooth.”

The nights at Flying Tiger Pass occasionally rang with joyful laughter. Some drank and sang under the moon, while others gathered to hear the elders tell the legendary story of Shi Feiyang and Guo Xiangyu.

Meanwhile, in their new room, this loving couple held each other tightly, endlessly expressing their tender affections; the whole world was reduced to the sound of each other’s heartbeats.

A few days later, Shi Feiyang, ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen, ”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong, ”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi led the Heroic Sakura Death Warriors up the sheer face of Dragon Cliff, Yang Yinglong had tied the people to the beacon tower as human shields. On a rainy night, the Heroic Sakura Association launched an attack with a rain of flying fire.

The downpour hung in the air like a suspended river, and Dragon Cliff transformed into a dark-colored giant serpent amidst the rain veil.

Shi Feiyang’s black outfit clung tightly to his muscular back, the Celestial Frost Blade at his waist flickering with cold light like a dormant ice dragon.

He raised his head, staring at the swaying beacon tower at the cliff top, his gaze igniting with icy fire, as thunder echoed his angry shout: ”Using women and children as shields, Yang Yinglong is truly a wolf in human skin!”

Before his words could fade, the rock beneath his hand was cracked into spiderweb fractures by the chill of the Bright Jade Technique, with rocks mixed with rainwater tumbling down.

Miao Menlong knelt on one knee, his bow drawn like a full moon, as the bowstring quivered, tearing a zhang-long gap in the rain curtain: ”Grand Squad Leader! I am willing to lead the Death Warriors to forge a path upon the waves, even if it means using flesh and blood, to pave a way for the people!”

His bronze quiver, with Star-Chasing Arrows glowing ghostly blue, seemed to resonate with the thunder exploding in the sky.

Shan Zhi’s hands flew like butterflies, fourteen Plum Blossom Darts flowed with cold light between his fingers: ”These scoundrels are stained with innocent blood, tonight we’ll repay their blood debt with blood!” At the instant lightning struck, the ghostly blue of the poison on the dart tips and the fire of revenge burning in his eyes intermingled.

Xie Wengang’s steel claws deeply embedded into the rock face, the heavy rain washing over his chiseled features, his eyes piercing through the rain: ”I’ll first probe the enemy’s formation, leaving the Grand Squad Leader to await good news!” Having said that, his form moved like a gecko along the slippery rock face rapidly, his claw tips sparking against the stone.

Just then, cries of despair emanated from the top of the cliff. Dozens of people were chained around the beacon tower, while Yang Yinglong stood at the center of the high platform, clad in black iron armor, lifting a child’s collar with a Wolf Fang Club.

The sinister laughter of the rebel leader mixed with the thunder’s roar: ”Shi Feiyang! If you want these ants to live, break your tendons and kneel to beg for mercy!”

The child’s cry of despair carried by the wind, stabbed at the eyes of all present.

Shi Feiyang’s ice-blue True Qi surged upward, instantly condensing the rainwater within ten zhang into ice crystals.