King of Hundred Victories Saber

Her twin hooks spun in succession, executing the Celestial Star Sect’s ultimate technique ”Chasing Stars and Moon,” with the hook shadows like the Milky Way rolling backward. Wan Sanniang was scrambling left and right, suddenly flicking three poisonous centipedes from her sleeve. The centipedes spat venom, corroding the ground into deep pits.

Lan Xiaodie seized the moment, the Green Phosphorus Sword summoning the Golden Silkworm Gu King. The golden silk coiled around the poisonous centipedes like a spiritual snake, the sword blade flashed coldly, slicing them into several segments. Shi Ying took the opportunity to go forward, her Silver Moon Hooks locked on Wan Sanniang’s wrist: ”You evil woman, the Five Poison Sect is a subordinate branch of our Celestial Star Sect, you dare offend our Five Poison Sect, today shall be your last!”

Wan Sanniang still wanted to struggle, Shi Ying’s twin hooks exerted force simultaneously, a flash of cold light, Wan Sanniang’s hands had already fallen to the dust.

Tu Bao’s iron chain and Lan Xiaodie’s Green Phosphorus Sword tangled into a mess. His strength was enormous, each collision shook Lan Xiaodie’s tiger’s mouth until it ached.

Shi Ying saw the situation, her twin hooks threw out silver thread to wind around the iron chain, she shouted coquettishly: ”Rise!” Tu Bao’s footing was unstable, pulled off balance.

Lan Xiaodie seized the chance, her sword went off the beaten path, the Green Phosphorus Sword pierced the opponent’s knee. Tu Bao screamed miserably, kneeling on one knee, Lan Xiaodie pressed her advantage, the sword tip going straight for his throat.

Li Xishi saw the situation turning bad, waved his broadsword intending to rescue.

From Shi Ying’s arms, Shi Nian suddenly giggled, the child’s voice crisp. Shi Ying smiled tenderly, handing the child to the disciples beside her, her twin hooks assaulted like meteors chasing the moon. ”Li Xishi, your myriad misdeeds, today is your retribution!” Her twin hooks spun in succession, the maneuvers changing unpredictably, Li Xishi’s broadsword was suppressed, difficult to wield. Lan Xiaodie and Shi Ying exchanged a glance, exerting force together. The Green Phosphorus Sword and Silver Moon Hooks wove into a web of light, Li Xishi fending left and right, finally exposed a flaw. Lan Xiaodie’s sword tip pierced his left shoulder, Shi Ying’s twin hooks sliced across his throat.

Amid the spray of blood mist, Li Xishi’s eyes widened, crashing down.

Gu Feng Stronghold’s people saw the Village Chief dead, instantly scattered like birds and beasts. Lan Xiaodie sheathed her sword, Shi Ying withdrew her twin hooks, the two exchanged smiles. The sunset cast their shadows long, like two guardian goddesses of Miaojiang.

In late autumn, the scenery of Bozhou resembled a meticulously painted scroll.

The sky was expansive and azure, with some white clouds floating leisurely, as if nature intentionally adorned it with a few tufts of cotton.

Though the sunlight was not as intense as summer’s, it emitted a gentle and warm glow, bathing the earth, gilding everything with a faint golden hue.

In the mountains, maple leaves were like fire, piece by piece, cluster by cluster, red with exuberant abandon, as if nature’s burning passion.

They swayed lightly under the autumn breeze, making a rustling sound, like a moving melody.

And those leaves not yet completely red displayed rich colors of golden, orange-red, woven with the fiery red maples, composing a splendid and colorful picture.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, the waves of grain rolled, making a sound like the ocean surf, refreshing one’s spirit.

Beside the creek, the water was clear to the bottom, quietly flowing. The reeds by the creek were already withered, yet still swayed with the autumn wind, making a rustling sound. Occasionally, a few fallen leaves drifted onto the water surface, slowly floating with the stream, adding a touch of poetry and romance.

The Five Poison Sect’s reorganization was beginning to show results.

The disciples of the sect gradually accepted the new regulations, starting to use their learned medical skills and poisons to help others.

They traveled through Jianghu, detoxifying and healing those bitten by venomous creatures or poisoned, earning praises from many people.

Lan Xiaodie, for this reason, also gained widespread fame, known throughout Jianghu as a noble-hearted female sect leader from the Five Poison Sect.

The twilight of Miaojiang was like a knocked-over box of rouge, the evening glow flowing between green tiles and flying eaves, staining Lan Xiaodie’s plain white skirt hem with a faint tint of blush.

She leaned against the carved railing, the silver bells in her hair trembling with the mountain breeze, yet unable to conceal the restless rubbing of her fingertips on the skirt corners.

Since repelling Gu Feng Stronghold, she stood here every sunset, gazing at the end of the winding mountain path, hoping for that figure to pierce through the thin mist.

Suddenly seeing a stroke of dark color stepping into the setting sun, Lan Xiaodie rose abruptly, the railing knocking loose a few petals of early open night orchids.

Her heart drummed like war drums, her hands clenched then released, the handkerchief embroidered with Five Poison patterns crumpled with creases.

Upon seeing clearly that person’s palms emitting a cold light like two Celestial Frost Blades, Lan Xiaodie could no longer contain herself, lifting her skirt hem and rushing down, the beads in her hair jingle, startling the white pigeons perched under the eaves.

”Brother Shi!” Her voice trembled in the mountain wind, like honey dripping into a deep pool.

Running close, looking up at Shi Feiyang, her apricot eyes full of starlight, her cheeks flushed more vividly than the sunset, ”You’ve finally come...” The trailing words wrapped like threads, weaving all the longing of months within.

Shi Feiyang looked at the person before him, after several months not seeing, Lan Xiaodie had slimmed down significantly, yet had gained an ethereal quality.

The once grim Headquarters of the Five Poison Sect now carried the fresh scent of herbs, the smiles of the sect members brightening.

”Xiaodie, you’ve done well.” His gaze was so gentle it could melt the hardest ice, ”Jianghu changed because of you, this is such a great merit.”

Lan Xiaodie bit her lip, lowered her head, the long lashes cast butterfly-wing shadows on her cheeks: ”If not for you, I would still be in darkness...”

Her voice was so light as if afraid to awaken something, ”You are the light shining into my life, letting me know poison can save people, evil can lean towards good...”

Saying this, she raised her head, a surge of burning passion within her gaze, ”Every time I couldn’t hold on, just thinking of your words ’The great hero,’ the most difficult hurdles I could overcome.”