King of Hundred Victories Saber

His Bright Jade Technique flowed to the realm of ”Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison.” Wielding the Celestial Frost Blade, he raised the saber and struck out. Thousands of ice spikes charged forward with world-shaking momentum, but exploded thunderously three zhang before the civilians—their splinters mixed with blood fell like rain as Yang Yinglong had driven the rebellious troops to form a human shield.

The night deepened, and amidst the storm, a red shadow flew by like a blood-weeping winter plum blossom.

Yun Wuyue was soaked, her red dress clinging to her body and outlining graceful curves, while the peacock feather in her hand emitted a sinister blue light.

She tossed out a scroll of sheepskin, the sound of a hidden weapon breaking through the air; the peacock feather pinned into the bluestone at Shi Feiyang’s feet: ”The Fire Dragon Strategy, the key to breaking the formation is within this drawing!” Without waiting for everyone to react, she had disappeared into the curtain of rain, leaving only the faint sound of silver bells gently echoing between the intervals of thunder.

But Yun Wuyue’s actions were all within Shi Feiyang’s expectations, for Shi Feiyang had already spared her several times.

Shi Feiyang took the drawing, and the heroes gathered around.

Shi Feiyang unfolded the drawing, his eyes reflecting the flickering lightning: ”Yun Wuyue’s plan is indeed brilliant! Brother Miao, quickly order the craftsmen to construct a hundred fire-bearing kites; Shan Zhi, Xie Wen, in seven days, lead the Death Warriors to feign an attack from the east and west flanks to draw enemy fire!”

He placed the drawing into his chest, the Celestial Frost Blade swirling ten zhang of cold light: ”All disciples, hear the order! In seven days, launch the fire attack on the enemy’s formation, save the civilians from their plight, and restore a clear and bright world!”

In the encampment at the bottom of the cliff, Liao Pei’s Long Arm Fist made the ground tremble slightly: ”The Grand Squad Leader is in danger; how can we just sit and watch?”

The Lie Quan Qiankun Saber was unsheathed, the light of the blade reflecting his tense face: ”When I lead the assault, even if it costs me my last breath...”

Guo Xiangyu gripped the Mandarin Duck Saber tightly, her knuckles turning white: ”I must go assist Feiyang! Should anything happen to him, I...”

The Seven Disciples of Wudang positioned themselves in the Beidou formation, the sword array faintly echoing with the sound of wind and thunder; Su Qinghan’s Cyan Nether Sword hummed, and the Emei Sect’s supreme technique ”Golden Summit Buddha Light” gathered in his palm, ready to rush up the cliff at a single command.

Everyone held their breaths and gazed at Panlong Cliff through the rain; each flash of lightning seemed to count down to the thrilling and harrowing final showdown.

However, to minimize casualties, Shi Feiyang, who loved his soldiers as if they were his children, led his troops to camp several li away from Dragon Cliff.

The heroes followed the order, preparing for the next battle, while Xie Wen led some disciples to enhance patrols and heighten security.

Shi Feiyang spent his honeymoon with his new bride, Guo Xiangyu.

The northerly wind was like a knife, turning the late autumn of Bozhou into a barren icy plain. Withered yellow wild grass curled under frost and snow, the flagpole outside the tents creaked from the cold, and even the white breaths of patrolling disciples crystallized into tiny ice crystals in midair.

Shi Feiyang leaned obliquely on the thick bear-skin-covered cushion, the Celestial Frost Blade at his waist emitting a chilling glow, in stark contrast to the warmth of the brazier in the tent. He watched Guo Xiangyu on tiptoe, hanging the warm curtain, his sword-like eyebrows slightly frowning, his gaze filled with tenderness yet hiding an unfathomable worry. ”Stop busying yourself.” His voice was low and hoarse, carrying the fatigue of continuous warfare.

When he reached out to hold Guo Xiangyu’s frostbite-reddened wrist, the calluses on his palm meeting the thin ones on hers narrated the hardships of Jianghu children. Gently pulling her into his embrace, he could feel Guo Xiangyu’s slightly trembling body. He didn’t know if it was due to the cold or heartache, ”Let the servants handle these trivial matters.”

Guo Xiangyu leaned against Shi Feiyang’s chest, the gold-threaded patterns on her brocade coat brushing against his soft armor.

”I just want to do things myself.” She looked up, her eyelashes frosted with tiny flowers, her starry eyes full of distress, ”You’re out there fighting bloodily, and I stay here in this little world so that when you return, you’ll have a warm home.”

Shi Feiyang’s throat tightened, and he leaned down to kiss away the frost clinging to her temple.

Outside the tent, the sound of the third watch’s clappers mingled with the howling north wind, causing the leather tent to hum.

He instinctively wanted to get up and check, but Guo Xiangyu immediately held him tightly, her fox fur cloak wrapping around them both, barely keeping out the cold, ”Xie Wen is patrolling with the disciples; there’s nothing to worry about.” Her voice carried a unique soft stickiness, her fingers gently pressing on his waist, ”You haven’t rested properly in days; you’re starting to look like an eggplant that’s been hit by frost.”

”Xiangyu, the war is not over...” Shi Feiyang’s words were filled with helplessness, his gaze turning outward, piercing the darkness to see the distant battlefield. He knew that as long as Yang Yinglong wasn’t dealt with, the people couldn’t truly find peace, and the burden on his shoulders weighed as heavily as Mount Tai.

”No matter how urgent the war, it’s not more urgent than your health.” Guo Xiangyu suddenly propped herself up, the white breath she exhaled forming a thin mist between them.

Her fingertips lightly brushed over the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, the cool touch carrying concern, ”You always say you want to protect all living beings, but who will protect you?”

Shi Feiyang sighed deeply, burying his face in her neck crook.

The lingering scent of jasmine in her hair mixed with the warming smell of the brazier’s charcoal, entwining in the confined space, dispelling a fraction of the coldness.

”You always see me as bigger than the sky.” Shi Feiyang’s voice was muffled, carrying a subtle reliance, ”But do you know? Whenever I’m in danger, just thinking of you gives me the courage to overcome obstacles. But this world is tumultuous, and as the Grand Squad Leader of the Heroic Sakura Association, I can’t afford a moment’s laxity.”

”You’ve always been my sky!” Guo Xiangyu suddenly sat up straight, the silver ornaments in her hair rattling out a tune.

The frost flowers on her eyelashes fell like snowflakes, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with tears, reflecting the flickering candlelight in the tent, ”Just now at Panlong Cliff, you rushed up without regard for your life, and I watched from the bottom, feeling like my blood was freezing. You always say you want to protect the people, but if something happened to you, what would those people have to do with me? Feiyang, promise me, you won’t take such risks in the future...”