King of Hundred Victories Saber

”Impossible...” Yang Yinglong stared wide-eyed in unwillingness and spat out a mouthful of black blood, ”Shi Feiyang, do you think this is the end? In the Ten Thousand Mountain Range of Miaojiang, there are things that can overthrow the world...” His voice was drowned out by the sudden sound of an explosion, and the city wall of Hailong Duntun collapsed with a loud crash amidst violent shaking.

Amidst the swirling dust and smoke, several Personal Guards fought fiercely to protect Yang Yinglong, disappearing into the ruins.

Shi Feiyang stood on the remnants, gazing at the gradually sinking bloody sunset.

His dark attire was tattered, with multiple wounds still oozing blood, yet he remained as upright as a pine.

In the distance, Shi Ying, Lan Xiaodie, Bai Zhi, and others walked over the ground covered with corpses and weapon remnants. The Cyan Frost Sword in Shi Ying’s hand was still dripping with blood, Lan Xiaodie’s Miao dress was stained with poison, Bai Zhi’s flute had stopped sometime, also splattered with blood droplets.

”He ran away.” Shi Feiyang’s voice was deep like a bell, the ice-blue True Qi in his palm slowly dissipating, ”But as long as there is injustice in this world, my Hundred Victories Saber will not be sheathed.”

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed everyone in a golden halo, like a painting soaked in blood and chivalry of the Jianghu.

The smoke of Hailong Duntun had not yet dissipated when the setting sun dyed the large flag with the word ”Guo” on the city tower red.

Guo Dunyi, clad in new silver-scaled armor, with a jade pendant at his waist emitting a cold light in the twilight, looked at Shi Feiyang with eyes sharper than a blade: ”Hero Shi, unparalleled in courage; this time, the task of receiving the Imperial Envoy is none other than you.”

He changed his tone, lightly tapping the teacup on the table, ”However, Feima Pass is a critical military point, requiring the Imperial Court’s army to station and organize...”

Shi Feiyang’s fingers slightly tightened, the Bright Jade Technique beneath his dark attire quietly flowing.

Of course, he understood that behind these grandiose words, was the Imperial Court’s fear of the Jianghu forces.

In the distance, the robes of the Seven Disciples of Wudang flapped in the wind.

The Shaolin Stick Monk’s meditation staff struck the bluestone with a dull thud.

The Furong Swords at the waists of the Emei Female Heroes trembled faintly.

These Jianghu heroes were not fools; how could they not see through Guo Dunyi’s calculations?

”I accept the order.” Shi Feiyang, with great wisdom appearing simple, clasped his fists, his voice stable like a bell.

The Daoist Master Yuxu of Wudang stroked his beard with a long sigh and stepped forward: ”Hero Shi, we Wudang will now return to the mountain for further cultivation.” His gaze, as sharp as electricity, swept over Guo Dunyi’s personal soldiers, ”But the people of this world should not chill the hearts of chivalrous souls.”

Master Tongzhen of Shaolin joined his palms together, the incense ashes in the copper bowl stirring without wind, ”Amitabha Buddha, good begets good, evil begets evil.”

Emei Female Hero Su Qinghan’s face was expressionless, the Furong Sword Array gleaming coldly in the twilight: ”If anyone breaks their promise, we under the Emei Sword will show no mercy.”

That night, three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association quietly broke camp.

Moonlight shone on the bluestone slabs of Feima Pass, reflecting their weary yet resolute figures.

Yun Wuyue’s grave was deep in the mountain forest outside the pass, surrounded by towering ancient cypresses.

Shi Feiyang personally set up the first tent in front of the grave, the dark drapery flapping in the night breeze, like a tribute to the deceased.

All three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association set up their tents around Yun Wuyue’s grave, collectively expressing their respect for Yun Wuyue.

Liao Pei of the ”Long Arm Fist” struck his fist onto the bluestone beside him, stone fragments flying: ”Thinking back, Miss Yun died to quell the rebellion, and now the Imperial Court wants to rid us of our usefulness, how outrageous!”

Lie Quan of the ”Heaven and Earth Saber” spun the hilt of his saber fiercely in his palm, the dragon pattern on the scabbard glistening coldly: ”Grand Squad Leader, we of the Heroic Sakura Association are not some soft persimmons to be easily manipulated!”

Wu Zhong of the ”Iron Palm” embedded his Iron Sand Palm Seal deeply into a tree trunk, the exposed areas of bark resembling a white bone pattern: ”Why don’t we storm back to Feima Pass now, and let those Imperial Court lackeys know our power!”

Xiao Lingling of the ”Mandarin Duck Saber” clashed her dual blades, producing a clear ringing sound: ”Guo Dunyi, that old scoundrel, is clearly fearful of our Heroic Sakura Association’s growing power!”

Miao Menlong the ”Divine Archer” drew his bow and notched an arrow, pointing straight towards Feima Pass: ”My prized eagle-bow hasn’t tasted the blood of a court dog official this year yet!”

Shan Zhi of the ”Plum Blossom Darts” had his dart pouch rustling, twelve silver beams gleaming a ghostly blue under the moonlight, ”With just my order, I guarantee they’ll disappear without a trace.” Shi Feiyang stood in front of Yun Wuyue’s gravesite, the moonlight casting a silver veil over him.

He slowly turned around, sweeping his gaze over the visibly angry crowd, and spoke loudly, ”Brothers!”

His voice echoed through the forest, startling countless crows into flight, ”We uphold chivalry for the sake of the world’s people, not for the court’s rewards.”

He gently stroked the deerskin pouch at his waist, invisible to ordinary eyes, thinking that the heavens had not treated him poorly, even if he had some grievances, he endured it, and then said, ”Guo Dunyi’s actions are just the Imperial Court’s usual suspicion. We shall first act with courtesy and then with might, if they truly want to annihilate us...”

He paused, an ice-blue True Qi surged three feet high, where it passed, dew on the leaves instantly froze into ice: ”My Hundred Victories Saber Technique is not to be trifled with! Miss Yun’s spirit in heaven would not wish to see us fall into a petty conflict and let the people suffer in war again.”

The crowd, looking at Shi Feiyang’s resolute face, gradually calmed down. Lan Xiaodie gently held his hand, the Green Phosphorus Sword glowing darkly under the moonlight: ”Big Brother Shi is right, let’s see how the court acts first. If they really force us...”

The Five Poison Fragrance Pouch at her waist moved with the wind, ”My Five Poison Sect’s myriad venom pot is not for decoration either.”

As the night deepened, the bonfire in front of Yun Wuyue’s grave continued to burn brightly.

Shi Feiyang looked at the dancing flames, thinking silently: This Jianghu is never simply black and white.