King of Hundred Victories Saber

She paused, the blood seeping from beneath the chain mail staining a piece of the armor leaf red again, ”Princess Gugela has been waiting for you on the grasslands for two years; this favor must be repaid.”

The night deepened, and the scent of wine interwove with the smell of blood by the sword pool.

Shi Feiyang raised his wine pouch to salute everyone from afar: ”Off we go tomorrow, whether our bodies are wrapped in horse leather or our blood stains the yellow sands. But brothers of the Heroic Sakura Association, if we live, we must drink strong wine standing; if we die, our bodies must fall on the path of the charge! However, protecting the Cao Bang is even more important, the Jinyi Guard won’t let us off easily, staying in Jiangnan is also like licking blood from the blade’s tip at all times. Well, enough talk. It’s still the freezing winter on the grasslands, we Jiangnan people can’t all adapt to northern weather. Hear my advice, everyone stay in Jiangnan and protect our livelihood.”

After saying this, he looked up and drank it all, wine mixed with blood dripped along his jaw and spread a large dark red stain on his black outfit.

The reasoning was clearly expressed, and the disciples responded thunderously, the clash of wine pouches mixed with the clashing of swords and spears, startling the snow in the distance to fall from the mountains and forests.

The night deepened, and inside the illuminated Cao Bang Headquarters, the aroma of roasted whole lamb mixed with the scent of wine floated far away, injured brethren bandaged each other’s wounds amidst laughter and cries of pain. Shi Feiyang hugged Qi Meizhen’s waist, watching his followers toast and drink.

After three rounds of wine, Shi Feiyang suddenly stood up and leaped onto the high platform. Moonlight spilled on his blood-stained black outfit, as if the War God descended: ”Brothers! Today, we struck hard against the Western Regions scoundrels, showcasing the might of the Heroic Sakura Association! From now on, if anyone dares to offend my brothers, they will definitely repay each blood debt!”

”Blood for blood!” The shouting was like thunder, shaking the snow on the eaves to fall.

In this night of intertwining blood scent and wine aroma, everyone seemed to glimpse the imminent storm of blood and violence, yet no one backed down.

Because they knew that as long as Shi Feiyang was present, there was no hurdle they couldn’t overcome, no Jianghu they couldn’t defend.

At 5:45 AM, the blue stone slabs of the Cao Bang training ground still condensed the night dew.

Qi Meizhen, in a plain white fox fur coat, cradled her young son Shi Muyuan, who was grabbing the silver hairpin at her temples with chubby little hands, while the eldest son Shi Huai’en clung to his father’s coat corner, his eyes red from crying.

Shi Feiyang’s black cloak flapped loudly, the circulation of the Bright Jade Technique actually shattered the falling snowflakes into fine ice crystals.

”Be good, Muyuan, let Uncle Jin give you a hug.” Jin Liufu’s titanic frame squeezed through the crowd, his rough palm gently receiving the child, whose giggles were stirred by the brush of his stubbly beard. Yang Feng knelt on one knee, took the jade-embedded dagger from his waist, and handed it to Shi Huai’en: ”Master Huai’en, keep this well. This dagger has beheaded pirate leaders, sure to scare away the steppe wolves.”

Qi Meizhen’s fingers trembled as she smoothed her husband’s collar wrinkles, reminding him: ”The northern border’s white gale drills straight into the bones, this soft hedgehog armor...”

Before she could finish, Shi Feiyang held her wrist, the warmth of his palm transmitting through the cloth: ”Have you forgotten? Back at Changbai Mountain, didn’t we endure the blizzard and chase the Tartar for three days and nights?”

Banners fluttered on the training ground, the armor reflecting the dawn’s first rays of thirty thousand iron cavalry.

Shi Xiong tightly gripped the White Rainbow Sword, suddenly pointing to the sky to exclaim: ”Sir, look!”

Only to see the northwest clouds billowing, beneath the lead-gray cloud curtain seemingly charged with thousands of horses trampling, snow particles rolling like a sandstorm.

Shi Feiyang slowly released Qi Meizhen’s blood-stained delicate hand, lightly rubbing the calluses born from holding a saber on her palm.

The bloody wind by the sword pool lifted her loose hair, gently shaking the congealed blood scabs on the golden helmet.

”Madam,” his voice was low and steadfast, watching the distant figures of the Cao Bang disciples cleaning up the remnants, ”the countless families of brothers in the Jiangnan Cao Bang rest on your shoulders. This heavy burden is entrusted to you.”

Qi Meizhen raised her face, moonlight reflecting on the tears hanging on her eye corners, illuminating the blood stains on the Golden Armor. She bit her lower lip lightly, fearing that speaking might betray her full heart of worry. Eventually, she just nodded silently, the hilt of the Cold Moon Saber in her hand etched deep finger marks.

Shi Feiyang bent down to hug Shi Xiong, the youth’s White Rainbow Sword still trembling slightly in its sheath.

His feet lightly touched the broken flying eaves, his black outfit billowing like sails, demonstrating the Supreme Lightness Technique of ”Thousand Miles Not Leaving a Trace.”

Each step shattered the air, as if ripples spread across the void.

His form grew fainter, until it merged with the night mist, leaving only a faint trail of footprints on the snow, instantly covered by new snow.

Qi Meizhen looked in the direction where her husband disappeared, standing still for a long time.

The blood in the sword pool still gushing, dyeing the ancient stone inscriptions ”Wind Ravine Cloud Spring” ever more gruesome.

She gripped the Cold Moon Saber, speaking in a low voice to the gathered Cao Bang disciples beside her: ”Reorganize the association matters, repair the city. Awaiting the Grand Squad Leader’s return, we must ensure this Jiangnan Cao Bang surpasses what it was before!”

In the cold wind, her blood-stained figure and the swaying Miao Blade Array appeared like an immortal monument, quietly guarding this stormy Jianghu.

Inside the Kerchin Royal Tent, the beast horn lamp flickered dimly, the tribe leader Kerza dropped his gilded wine cup, splashing wine onto the turquoise knife hilt, resembling the bloodied setting sun.

”Dangxin the Lindan elder is gravely ill, this is a god-given opportunity!” His eagle-claw-like hand grasped the scimitar, half of the cold blade unsheathed, reflecting in Wen Hunie’s eyes where greed ignited like wolf fire, ”Wen Hunie, lead five thousand iron cavalry to flatten the Snow Wolf Castle, leaving not a shred remaining!”

Outside the tent, the wolf pack howled in chorus, as if striking up the overture for the slaughter.

Deep in the snowy plains, Princess Gugela mounted her stirrup and drew her bow, the moon-white riding attire stained with grass, like a lotus in the snow.

An arrow broke through the sky, startling a raven in the cold, only to be abruptly halted by the rapid sound of horse hooves.