King of Hundred Victories Saber

The setting sun stained the ”Hero Sakura” flag atop Feima Pass with an almost eerie hue.

Shi Feiyang sat wearily into the tiger-skin chair, his dark attire still seeping blood droplets, while the ice-blue True Qi driven by Bright Jade Technique fluctuated at his fingertips. The heroes of Hero Sakura, the Seven Sons of Wudang, and the Shaolin Stick Monk were all debating about heading deep into the enemy lines to find a solution to eliminate the rebel’s Bone-Eroding Miasma.

Shi Feiyang remained silent, without expressing his stance.

He was pondering a more suitable candidate.

Suddenly, there was a jingling sound outside the tent, and Shi Ying swept in wearing a light blue silk dress, with a jade hairpin bearing morning dew. As her long sword was drawn, it brought forth half a meter of shuanghua. ”I’ll go!” She slammed the sword sheath heavily onto the table, causing the military tokens on the map to tremble slightly, ”Back then, in the Northern Desert sandstorm, Shi Lang and I traversed under the blazing sun for three days and nights; what does this poison miasma count for?”

Speaking, she held Lan Xiaodie’s cold hand, gently wiping away the cold sweat off her forehead with a white handkerchief, ”Xiaodie, don’t worry, sisterhood will prevail; we will tear apart this poisonous plot.”

The southwest monsoon, carrying a scent of decomposed flesh, howled in, transforming the Bone-Eroding Miasma into a surging black tide.

Wherever it passed, hundred-year-old ancient wood withered instantly, bark peeled exposing sinister white bones.

The Ming Army soldiers collapsed in succession, their cries reverberating through the valleys; those not yet dead suffered skin ulcers revealing the blood and flesh beneath. Shi Ying tightly held her family heirloom, the ”Cyan Frost Sword,” its blade emitting a faint blue glow — forged specifically with cold iron to restrain the miasma.

Lan Xiaodie stuffed the last packet of poison-attracting fragrance into her palm, her expression as solemn as iron: ”Sister Shi, this fragrance is made with Celestial Snow Lotus and thousand-year-old ginseng, but it can only suppress the miasma for half an incense stick’s time.”

Her fingernails dug deep into her palm, leaving five white marks on the soft armor, ”If the fire attack fails, an area within ten miles would turn into Human Purgatory.” Shi Ying tucked the packet close to her body and faced the hundred female soldiers behind.

All these women were dressed in red warrior attire, with red silk soaked in realgar wine wrapped around their waists, precisely the Red Phoenix Camp she trained herself.

”Sisters!” her voice suddenly soared, the long sword pointed straight at the rolling poison miasma, ”Today is the day we shed our blood for the Great Ming world! If this poisonous array is broken, future history books will record: Women are no less than men!”

The troop silently infiltrated the core of the miasma, as the black fog swirled around like living creatures.

Shi Ying felt a stinging pain across her skin like gnawing of countless insects, her breathing growing heavy beneath the gas mask.

She suppressed her discomfort, shaking open the fragrance packet as Lan Xiaodie had instructed. A miraculous scene unfolded — the black fog receded like a tide, revealing decayed beast bones scattered on the ground, with a sacrificial altar made from human skeletons at the center.

”Quick!” she swung her sword to cut down the obstructing poison vines, ”Set the fire according to the Beidou Constellation!” The female soldiers quickly spread out, planting torches soaked in tung oil into the altar crevices.

But then, the ground suddenly trembled violently as Yang Yinglong’s rebels charged from all sides.

The leading black-faced general wielded a Wolf Fang Club, its head hanging dried heads, his sinister laughter pierced their eardrums: ”Central Plains women dare play with fire? Today you shall perish in the poison miasma!”

Shi Ying’s long sword displayed a move from the Celestial Star Swordsmanship, ”Cold Plum Blossom,” sword light like frost instantly slashing down three rebel heads.

Amidst the splattering blood, she glimpsed a female soldier to her left struck by a poisoned arrow, her whole body dissolving into a pool of blood.

”Form the array!” she shouted sharply, and the Red Phoenix Camp’s female soldiers immediately formed the Plum Blossom Sword Array, the red silk flying and rolling down the poison arrows.

The black-faced general suddenly laughed bizarrely at the sky, pulling out a black gourd from his bosom: ”Attack! Let them taste the ’Ten Thousand Gu Heart Devouring Powder’!” As the gourd poured, countless thumb-sized poisonous scorpions and centipedes surged forth, corroding rocks with sizzling sounds. Shi Ying, seeing this, clenched her silver teeth, the Cyan Frost Sword suddenly exploding with dazzling blue light: ”Cyan Frost Demon Breaker!”

Her sword momentum was like surging waves, causing the poison pests to burst, splattering toxic green juice on the female soldiers, leaving hideous wounds. Lan Xiaodie seized the moment to throw three Poisoned Silver Needles, aiming straight for the general’s ”Quchi Acupoint.”

Yet the opponent only sneered, ripping off the human skin mask from his chest — revealing the remaining Protector of Red Robe Sect, with a face covered in purple-black poison marks, spewing a bloody stench. ”Not good! It’s ’Blood Fiend Art’!” Lan Xiaodie swiftly wielded the Green Phosphorus Sword, the Five Poison Totems on the sword glowing eerily.

At seeing this, Shi Ying suddenly pushed Lan Xiaodie back, stepping forward to face the bloody mist.

The Cyan Frost Sword clashed against the Blood Fiend Art, exploding with a tremendous roar, dispersing the miasma within ten zhang around.

However, black blood already seeped from the corner of her mouth — a sign of the demonic art corroding her heart meridian.

The southwest poison miasma surged like ink, turning the world into chaos.

Shi Ying gripped the Cyan Frost Sword tightly, its blade’s cold radiance clashing with the black miasma, forming crystal armor around her body.

The Red Phoenix Camp’s hundred female soldiers arranged into a Plum Blossom Sword Array, their red attire appearing faintly amidst the poison fog, the realgar wine-soaked silk on their waists rustling as if to burn through this death shroud.

”Wind Rolls up the Remnant Cloud!” Shi Ying’s sweet voice pierced through the miasma, the Cyan Frost Sword drawing out nine sword flowers.

Where the cold light passed, two rebels were sliced into quarters along with their horses, blood splattering into the poison fog, emitting purple smoke.

However, enemy cavalry surged like the tide, hooves crushing decayed bones, the sound of Wolf Fang Arrows breaking through the air like ghosts wailing.

A rebel suddenly attacked from the rear side, the lance targeting Shi Ying’s back.

She tiptoed to spin and rise, the Cyan Frost Sword carved out a semicircle Silver Moon, the sword edge precisely severing the opponent’s throat.

Warm blood sprayed onto her face, mixed with the miasma’s stench, instead arousing the killing intent in her eyes.