King of Hundred Victories Saber

However, the blazing heat radiated from Xie Zhichuan’s body burned through Shi Ying’s star-patterned soft whip, allowing him to escape swiftly.

Li Wuduo also took advantage of her demon technique to break free from Lan Xiaodie’s entanglement and fled away.

The twilight deepened, Black Wind Gorge filled with blood and poisonous mist. Shi Ying watched Li Wuduo and Xie Zhichuan fleeing in the distance, her eyes cold as frost: ”Send the order out, bring them back alive or dead. The peace of the grassland does not tolerate any impurity.”

Lan Xiaodie wiped the bloodstain from the corner of her mouth, nine red serpents flicked their tongues at her feet, she gently stroked the Green Phosphorus Sword, her flower-like radiant face full of resolve. This thrilling battle ultimately safeguarded the peace of the grassland.

In the twilight, Black Wind Gorge was still shrouded in blood and poison, yet the sound of hooves was like thunder, coming from deep within the grassland.

Princess Gugela of the Lindan Tribe arrived at a swift pace, wearing a crimson cloak edged with silver, riding a snow-white Ferghana Horse, followed by a hundred cavalry with scimitars gleaming in the moonlight, their vigor was unmatched.

”Master Shi! Master Lan!” Princess Gugela dismounted from afar, her hearty laughter startled the night owl resting on the grass tips, ”I’ve heard how you brave women have repelled the treacherous, guarding the peace of our grassland, such kindness the Lindan Tribe will never forget!”

As she approached, the wolf-tooth totem at her waist swayed gently with her steps, reflecting a ghostly light in the moonlit night. Shi Ying retracted the star-patterned soft whip, her black Daoist robe was stained with blood, yet it did not mar her celestial beauty.

She slightly bowed, her voice cold as melting snow on Tianshan Mountain: ”Princess, you praise us too highly, daughters of Jianghu should stand against injustice. It is thanks to ’Flying Eagle Detective’ Xie Wen’s pigeon post that we arrived in time.”

Lan Xiaodie sheathed the Green Phosphorus Sword, her hair ornaments tinkling softly like the most beautiful flowers of spring.

She blinked her liquid eyes, laughing charmingly: ”Indeed, news from that little Xie Wen is always faster than the wind on the grassland. Speaking of which, it’s been a while since I’ve seen my dear husband.”

Princess Gugela wrapped an arm around the two of them, laughing heartily: ”Let’s not talk about these things now! Today, you must both enjoy the horse milk wine of our grassland to your heart’s content!” She turned to the riders behind her and shouted: ”Give the order, return to the tribe and prepare a feast! Today we shall not return sober!”

The capital of the Lindan Tribe was lit up by bonfires shining half the sky red.

Inside the sheepskin tent, a bronze kettle of wine bubbled over the charcoal fire, the air filled with the aroma of horse milk wine and the savory scent of roasted whole lamb.

Princess Gugela personally filled three gold-embellished horn cups, boldly stating: ”This is the strongest horse milk wine from our tribe, a toast to you two heroes!”

Shi Ying picked up the cup, sipped gently, frowning slightly: ”This wine is certainly strong, but it’s lacking in elegance. It reminds me of Miaojiang’s ’Drunken Immortal Dew’, brewed from a hundred herbs.”

Lan Xiaodie, however, drank it down in one go, wiped her mouth and laughed: ”I just love this boldness! Compared to the twisty-turny wines of Miaojiang, the grassland wine is much more satisfying!” Her laughter was clear as silver bells, drawing many glances from those in the tent.

Princess Gugela slapped her thigh and laughed: ”Good! Indeed, the wife of Hero Shi, fearless and brave as any man!” She suddenly lowered her voice, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes: ”However, the current situation on the grassland is unstable, with Nuerhachi colluding with the Imperial Court, the Naiman Tribe is also in danger.”

Shi Ying, upon hearing this, gently caressed the Bronze Compass with her jade hand, speaking thoughtfully: ”This attack on Xie Zhichuan by Xiaodie and me is only a minor irritation. The real crisis lies ahead. Tomorrow, we will depart for Wulang City, the capital of the Naiman Tribe, to join Queen Yili and Sister Guihua and discuss our strategy.” Lan Xiaodie toyed with the gold ring snake at her waist, smiling slyly: ”Speaking of which, I’m curious to see Sister Yili’s queenly demeanor, I heard she governs the Naiman Tribe very well! And Sister Guihua, I still miss her osmanthus wine.”

Three days later, Shi Ying and Lan Xiaodie rode swiftly through the morning mist towards the Naiman Tribe.

The wind of the grassland swept over their garments, Shi Ying’s star-patterned Daoist robe and Lan Xiaodie’s colorful Miaojiang attire fluttering in the wind.

As they spotted the walls of Wulang City from afar, Lan Xiaodie suddenly reined in her horse, pointing ahead and shouting joyfully: ”Look! It’s Sister Yili and Sister Guihua!” There stood Queen Yili, clad in golden armor with a gem-studded crown, accompanied by Liu Guihua in a red dress, alongside Wu Zhong and Xiao Lingling of the Heroic Sakura Association.

Queen Yili came forward, her eyes full of joy: ”Sister Shi Ying, Sister Xiaodie, finally we were hoping for your arrival!” She turned to the people behind her, announcing: ”Quickly, prepare the wine! Today we must welcome our sisters!”

Liu Guihua clasped their hands, her eyes moist with tears: ”I was so worried! I heard you encountered Xie Zhichuan in Black Wind Gorge, were you injured?”

She looked them over with utmost concern.

Shi Ying held Liu Guihua’s hand, speaking gently: ”Thank you, Sister, for your concern, we’re fine. But the situation on the grassland is not optimistic.”

Wu Zhong clasped his fists and said: ”You two ladies came just in time! Nuerhachi’s troops have already gathered at the border, we are at a loss for strategies.”

Xiao Lingling playfully winked: ”But now it’s fine, with you ladies presiding, we’ll definitely come up with a strategy to defeat the enemy!”

Laughing and talking, they walked into the city, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a magnificent Jianghu tableau.

The gates of Wulang City opened slowly, welcoming these heroes and warriors about to create great waves on the grassland.

The evening drums of Mount Song Shaolin Temple startled the cold crows, sandalwood wafted in the Great Hall, candles flickering.