King of Hundred Victories Saber

It also said, ”This is a force of yin and softness; when practicing, it requires the union of yin and yang. Once mastered, two fingers alone can shatter metal and stone.”

Guo Xiangyu focused her attention as instructed and cultivated her energy; her fingertips gradually emitted a bright white glow.

She let out a soft shout and pinched the stone in front of her, crushing it into powder with ease.

Shi Feiyang saw this and couldn’t help but clap his hands with a smile, ”Xiangyu has now gathered the strengths of various schools; soon, the Jianghu will have another ’Jade-faced Rakshasa’ that makes people tremble at the mere mention!”

Guo Xiangyu, upon hearing this, lifted her skirt and twirled lightly in delight, ”Naturally! From now on, with me protecting you, let’s see who dares to cause trouble!”

Master Yuan Chi looked at this ideal couple with a gentle smile and offered guidance, ”The way of martial arts lies in integration. The female patron has exceptional talent and such a devoted heart to learning; her future achievements are boundless.”

As night deepened, amid the ongoing sounds of martial practice within the camp, Guo Xiangyu’s blade techniques and Flower-Picking Finger intertwined like a magnificent Jianghu painting.

The north wind swept fragmented snow against the leather tents, filling them with the chill of the endless snow-capped mountains outside.

Master Yuan Chi gazed at Guo Xiangyu’s bright and hopeful eyes, suddenly clasped his palms, and smiled, ”I am ultimately a person of the wilderness; this realm still requires you young folk to protect.” Before his words fell, his figure had already transformed into shadows, disappearing outside the tent, leaving only the sound of the Zen staff of the Eighteen Stick Monks echoing in the snowy night.

Three days later, the first snow settled.

Guo Xiangyu, wrapped in mink fur, pushed open the tent door; in the distance, Xie Wen and Miao Menlong were competing in archery, the sound of arrows piercing the snowy curtain mixing with Shan Zhi’s playful curses, starkly clear in the vast whiteness.

She looked at this lively scene and felt a gentle warmth rising in her heart, then turned back into the cozy warmth of the tent.

Shi Feiyang was wiping the Celestial Frost Blade, the candlelight outlining his features increasingly resolute.

Guo Xiangyu quietly circled behind him, wrapped her arms around his lean waist, and nuzzled her cheek against his back, ”Feiyang, the snow outside is so beautiful, doesn’t it look like sugar sprinkles everywhere?”

The scent of jasmine from her hair mixed with the incense in the tent, enveloping them in a world of tenderness.

Shi Feiyang turned his hand to hold hers, the warmth of his palm passed through the silk brocade, ”No beauty compares to you even a bit.”

When he turned, a gust of wind lifted the unfinished military book on the table.

Guo Xiangyu glimpsed the ink marks on the paper and suddenly rose on tiptoe, touching his forehead with her fingertip, ”Are you worrying about affairs of war again?”

Her almond eyes slightly reddened, ”These days you’re only sleeping two hours nightly, do you think you’re made of iron?”

”Xiangyu...”

”No talking!” Guo Xiangyu suddenly pulled Shi Feiyang by the neck, dragging him to the edge of the soft couch.

The mink fur slipped off, revealing moon-white inner clothes, contrasting her snow-like skin, ”Lie down, today it’s my turn to serve you.”

Saying this, she took off his outer robe, her white fingers gently pressing his tense shoulders.

Shi Feiyang looked at her focused expression; his Adam’s apple moved slightly but was stopped by her reproachful gaze.

”Stop moving!” As Guo Xiangyu leaned down, her hair brushed his cheek, ”That day at Panlong Cliff you forced yourself to use Inner Strength to save the people, yet your Inner Strength hasn’t completely recovered...” Her voice gradually weakened, ”Every time I think of this, it hurts unbearably here.”

Shi Feiyang turned his hand to pull her into his embrace, burying his nose in her hair, ”Silly girl, see, I’m fine.”

His lips fell on her forehead, gently caressing, ”Once this battle is over, let’s return to Jiangnan, buy a boat, and sleep until late every day.”

Guo Xiangyu suddenly raised her head, eyes glistening with tears, ”Really? You better not deceive me!” Her hands tugged at his collar like a coquettish cat, ”If you dare lie to me, I’ll... I’ll use a bamboo knife to nag you every day so you can’t even sleep peacefully!”

”I’ll do as you say.” Shi Feiyang flipped over, pressing her onto the soft cushion, the tent curtains billowed by the wind, falling again, veiling the spring-like warmth inside.

His kiss fell on Guo Xiangyu’s collarbone, whispering edges of scorching breath, ”In the future, your bamboo knife can only be used to slice apples for me.”

As the night deepened, the snow outside began to fall again in fluttering flakes.

Guo Xiangyu rested in his arm’s bend, listening to the familiar heartbeat, her fingertip unconsciously tracing circles on his chest, ”Feiyang, do you think we’ll always stay this romantic?”

”We will.” Shi Feiyang held her tighter, his chin brushing against her hair top, ”Once the world is at peace, we’ll have a few kids, teach them martial arts, teach them to read...” His voice grew lower; the person in his arms already breathed rhythmically.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting the sweet smile at Guo Xiangyu’s lips, steeped in honey even in dreams.

The moon hung high in the sky, frost-like cold glow. The camp’s alarm bell suddenly pierced through like cracking cloth, three hundred black-clad Death Warriors hung upside down on the cliff, their Profound Iron Claws hooked on chains, descending like specters. At the forefront, Yin Wuzhuo wore a Profound Iron Mask, his Judge’s Brush emitting ghostly blue toxic glow, his laughter sinister, ”The Flower-Picking Finger of this little lady is interesting; how about offering it to Marshal Yang in exchange for your intact corpse!” Having said that, the pen moved in ’Soul Hook Shattering,’ directly aiming for Guo Xiangyu’s throat vital point.

Guo Xiangyu lightly vibrated her bamboo knife, the blade lighting up like geese breaking through mist, ”Qimen Goose-shaped Saber” cutting left with ”Wild Geese Falling on Flat Sands,” right with ”Wild Geese Crossing Cold Pool,” a consecutive triple strike dispelling the poisonous brush’s offensive entirely. Her jade fingers blossomed like a lotus, Flower-Picking Finger unleashing bright white energy, directly pointing at Yin Wuzhuo’s wrist vital acupoints.

Just the sound of ”crack! crack!” a few crisp noises, the Judge’s Brush broke inch by inch, Yin Wuzhuo staggered back, the pupils beneath his mask suddenly contracting.

At the same time, Yang Youhui wielded the Nine-Section Chain Hammer, the hammer shadow entwined with purple lightning striking towards Shi Feiyang like a meteor chasing the moon.

The Shaolin Monk Tongzhen swept the Profound Iron Zen Staff sideways, the ”Vajra Demon-Subduing Staff Technique” roaring with force, golden light and purple lightning clashing, exploding with a thunderous boom.