King of Hundred Victories Saber

But Lan Xiaodie remained uneasy, almost frantically inspecting Shi Feiyang’s clothes, not even missing a crease at the hem, her voice choked with tears: ”You’re not hurt, right? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? If you dare to hide anything from me, I... I will...”

She choked and couldn’t finish, tears finally streaming from her eyes.

After handling the affairs of the branch, the moon hung high in the sky. The two sat side by side by the Chishui River, listening to the murmuring water.

Lan Xiaodie could no longer suppress the emotions inside; she suddenly plunged into Shi Feiyang’s arms, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck, burying her face deeply in his chest. ”Shi Lang, sometimes I’m really afraid this is all a dream. The Five Poison Sect used to be filled with slaughter, but now... because of you, everything has become so beautiful.” She raised her hand, gently caressing his chiseled face, her eyes full of deep affection and longing, ”I wish to always be your strongest support, to dispel all darkness for you, to protect the hard-earned peace for you. If you need me, I’m willing to give up everything for you, even my life!”

Shi Feiyang was deeply moved by Lan Xiaodie’s passionate feelings, holding her tightly, as if trying to meld her into his body.

”Xiaodie, you’re not just support, you’re the most important person in my life, the light that illuminates my existence.” He pointed to the flickering lights from the distant Miao Village, his voice firm yet gentle, ”With you by my side, even if the Jianghu is perilous, I have no fear. Because I know, no matter when and where, you’ll be behind me, supporting me, accompanying me.”

As the night deepened, Lan Xiaodie leaned in Shi Feiyang’s embrace, listening to his steady heartbeat.

The Liuli lamps at the Five Poison Sect Headquarters still shone brightly, like the inextinguishable hope in their hearts.

In this land of Miaojiang, their love, more fiery than burning flames, stronger than the most resilient steel, blooms with the brightest light amid the trials of Jianghu, warming each other’s hearts.

The next morning, ”Sect Leader, urgent news from Dian Nan!” A disciple of the Five Poison Sect rushed in, with a letter in hand still damp with dew, ”More than thirty people in Dali have been poisoned with our ’Seven-Step Intestine-Breaking Powder’!”

Upon hearing this, Lan Xiaodie swiftly packed the newly-made antidote into her bag and in a flurry of skirts dashed out of the bamboo building.

Half a month later, late autumn in Dali presented a tranquil yet magnificent sight.

The sky was high and blue, with a few white clouds leisurely drifting about, like the random strokes of nature’s most carefree painter.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting a warm golden hue over this ancient land.

The surface of Erhai rippled softly in the late autumn breeze, shimmering like pearls embedded in the earth. The reeds by the lake lightly swayed in the autumn wind, rustling gently. The distant Cang Mountain was dyed in autumn hues, with red maple leaves, yellow ginkgo, and green pines intertwined, forming a vibrant and colorful scene.

Occasionally, the distant sound of chickens and dogs barking from the depths of the village added a touch of rural tranquility and harmony.

As night fell, the moonlight poured down like water, draping the land in a silvery veil.

Scattered lights flickered in the village, echoing the stars in the sky, creating a dreamy nocturnal vista.

At the market in Dali City, Lan Xiaodie’s free clinic stall was bustling with people.

An elderly woman, holding a child with a bluish-purple complexion, knelt and cried out: ”Immortal, save us! My grandson accidentally touched poisonous grass...”

Lan Xiaodie crouched down, lightly tapping the child’s forehead with her fingertips, her emerald True Qi flowing through the acupoints, carefully probing the source of poison.

”It’s ’Jade Bee Sting,’ fortunately still in the early stage.” She took out a jade-colored pill, placed it in the child’s mouth, and used silver needles to apply acupuncture to the major acupoints on his body. Shortly after, the child vomited a mouthful of black blood, his cries echoing through the market.

”Thank you, Immortal!” The villagers knelt in gratitude, Lan Xiaodie hurriedly helped them up: ”Our Five Poison Sect has committed many past wrongs, but now we must repay tenfold.” Her voice was gentle yet firm, moving all the onlookers.