King of Hundred Victories Saber

The mountain wind brushed past, lifting the strands of Lan Xiaodie’s hair. Shi Feiyang raised his hand to tuck them behind her ear, his fingertips touching her fevered cheek.

Lan Xiaodie trembled all over, suddenly grabbing his wrist, then hurriedly letting go, her hands twisting a handkerchief: ”Brother Shi, I... I’ve made a new antidote.” She took out a jade box from her bosom, the surface engraved with twin lotuses, ”The Nine-Turns Clear Poison Pill can cure any poison. Keep it with you, and make sure to use it if you face danger...” ”Xiaodie,” Shi Feiyang suddenly held her cold hand, ”from now on, let me protect you.” His voice was low and unwavering, like a stone in the mountain stream.

Lan Xiaodie jerked her head up, her eyes instantly moist, tears flowing down her cheeks and dripping onto their joined hands.

As dusk deepened, the evening breeze of Miaojiang carried the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine, gently entwining the figures of the two leaning on each other.

Lan Xiaodie rested her head on Shi Feiyang’s shoulder, listening to his steady heartbeat, feeling that this moment of tranquility surpassed all the storms in Jianghu.

The morning mist in the heart of Miaojiang draped over the mountains like gauze. As the first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, the Five Poison Sect Headquarters was already immersed in a strong festive atmosphere. The usually eerie and mysterious sect was now adorned with red ribbons and colorful satin, transformed into something new.

Under ninety-nine bamboo buildings’ flying eaves, special Liuli lanterns hung, the light inside burning with firefly powder emitting interwoven blue and red hues, gently swaying with the mountain wind, as if stars from the heavens had fallen to earth, casting a dreamlike reflection across the entire valley.

At the center of the altar, the branches of a thousand-year-old banyan twisted like dragons, its canopy covering the sky.

Five-colored ribbons entwined around the branches, crackling in the wind, inscribed with blessings written by Five Poison Sect disciples themselves.

Ninety-nine jars of self-brewed ”Couple’s Intoxication” were neatly placed under the tree, with talismans drawn in cinnabar for good fortune pasted on them. The rich aroma of the wine, mixed with the unique herbal scent of Miaojiang, permeated the air, intoxicating people before they’ve even drunk.

Inside Lan Xiaodie’s boudoir, silver candles shone brightly, filling the room with fragrance.

She wore the most luxurious embroidered wedding dress of Miaojiang, woven from century-old silk, embroidered with lifelike Five Poison Totems and twin lotuses, each stitch carrying the dedication of the skilled Xiu Niang of the Five Poison Sect.

The hem of the gown was adorned with three thousand pieces of insect-wing silver fragments, making a delicate and crisp sound with her movements, like celestial music.

Her phoenix crown was a masterpiece, composed of ninety-nine silver butterflies in different forms, the wings embedded with green gemstones passed down by the Sect Leaders of the Five Poison Sect generations, glimmering with a mysterious and enchanting light under the candlelight.

The vermilion mole between her brows, like a bright red plum blossom drop, added a touch of allure to her peerless beauty.

”Miss, you look beautiful today!” Maid Ah Man, with reddened eyes, carefully adjusted her gown, her voice filled with excitement and reluctance, ”Hero Shi must have saved lives in his previous life to earn such a good marriage.”

Lan Xiaodie’s cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes twinkling, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the twin lotus embroidery on her wedding dress, softly saying: ”I should thank him... If it weren’t for him, I’d still be wandering in darkness, never understanding that the most precious thing in this world is not poison arts but human hearts. He’s like a beam of light, illuminating my path forward and also lighting up the future of the Five Poison Sect.”

Saying this, her eyes grew increasingly tender, falling into sweet memories.

In another bamboo building, Shi Feiyang was making last preparations for the wedding.

He discarded his usual dark attire, donning a flowing red robe with golden edges, exuding a heroic spirit.

Wudang Songhe Daoist personally placed a jade crown on him, wearing a relieved smile, speaking earnestly: ”Nephew Shi, your union with Master Lan is a blessing for the Martial Arts. You’ve always upheld chivalry and justice, and now that Master Lan leads the Five Poison Sect towards good, you two together will surely bring more peace to Jianghu.”

Master Xuan Ku of Shaolin joined his hands, incense ashes moving without wind in the copper bowl, chanting Buddha’s name: ”Good, good, chivalrous bones and tender feelings, it should be so. May you husband and wife support each other, promote righteousness, and work for the welfare of all beings.”

The auspicious time finally arrived, drum and music suddenly resounded, echoing through the valley.

Shi Feiyang, surrounded by brothers from the Heroic Sakura Association and representatives from various clans, strode towards the altar.

His posture tall and his manner dignified, every step filled with confidence and determination.

Lan Xiaodie, accompanied by sisters from the Five Poison Sect, slowly emerged from her boudoir. She moved gracefully, the gemstone on her silver butterfly phoenix crown glimmering with brilliant light under the sun, like a fairy descending to earth.

When her gaze passed over the crowd and met Shi Feiyang’s eyes, time seemed to stand still.

At that moment, flashes of her experiences with Shi Feiyang since they met danced through her mind: standing shoulder to shoulder in Hailong Duntun, countless life-and-death struggles, those gentle words, and his caring eyes.

The boy who once seemed like a deity in her heart was now truly becoming the man she would spend a lifetime with.

The wedding atmosphere was decorated both romantically and solemnly, with Martial Arts individuals coming from all directions, adding an extraordinary touch to the feast.

On either side of the red carpet, flowers clustered, streamers fluttered, and even the air was filled with sweetness and joy. Guests wore various styles of clothing, some ornate and complex, some simple and elegant, all displaying their blessings and respect for the couple. The bride and groom slowly entered, their faces beaming with happiness, eyes flickering with hopes for the future.