King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 214 - 123: Feiyang’s Heroic Spirit for Homeland, Si Meng’s Devoted Love

The thoughts continued to spread, and she remembered the first time she met Shi Feiyang. She had misconceptions about him and was quite cold and arrogant in her challenge. But Shi Feiyang always remained polite and patiently explained, his gentle tone and sincere attitude gradually dissolving her initial prejudices.

During the days of returning to Mount Heng in Shanxi, these memories constantly resurfaced in her mind. She reminisced countless times about every moment spent with Shi Feiyang, those inadvertent glances, and sincere conversations, all stirring her heart with ripples.

This longing was like the wildly growing vines of spring, becoming increasingly intense. She kept asking herself, what kind of emotion was this? Was it gratitude towards her savior, or was it a deeper affection?

Now, hearing Shi Feiyang’s voice again, Yili’s answer in her heart seemed to become clearer.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, as beautiful as the evening glow in the sky. She moved gracefully, the hem of her skirt swaying gently with her steps, like a blooming blue flower dancing in the wind. She lifted her head, her gaze meeting Shi Feiyang’s, her eyes full of the joy and affection of reunion. She softly said, "Hero Shi, it’s been a long time." Her voice was as clear and pleasant as a yellow oriole leaving the valley.

Shi Feiyang quickly walked up to Yili, momentarily at a loss for words. He opened his mouth but didn’t know where to start. His eyes gleamed with light, carefully examining Yili as if trying to engrave her appearance deeply in his heart.

After a moment, Shi Feiyang stuttered slightly, saying, "Heroine Yi, I really didn’t expect to see you here... How have you been?"

Yili nodded lightly, a hint of shyness in her eyes, softly saying, "Thank you for your concern, Hero Shi. I’ve been well." With that, she lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes quivering gently as if concealing her inner excitement.

Those around them witnessed this scene and smiled knowingly.

Zhao Qingfeng gently stroked his beard and said with a smile, "It seems Hero Shi and Heroine Yi are truly destined for each other."

Sun Tiezhang also teased on the side, "Indeed, this reunion scene is truly enviable."

Laughter echoed in the valley, adding a touch of warmth to the gathering.

At this moment, Gong Simeng, holding Little Yu Yan, and the gentle beauty Lin Wanqing stood nearby.

Gong Simeng instinctively held Little Yu Yan tighter, her fingers exerting a bit more force, her knuckles turning white. The smile on her face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of disappointment.

Her lips pressed lightly together, eyes flashing with a trace of worry, and her gaze towards Yili carried a subtle hint of vigilance.

Lin Wanqing instinctively clenched her clothing, her gaze fixed firmly on Shi Feiyang and Yili, filled with loneliness.

A breeze brushed past, ruffling her hair, yet it couldn’t dispel the gloom in her heart.

She sighed softly, a sound so weak in this lively atmosphere, yet so heavy.

The sunlight in the valley seemed less bright, and the cheerful bird songs now sounded somewhat noisy. The surrounding flowers and grasses swayed in the wind, as if sighing for the disappointment of Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing.

Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing exchanged a glance, both seeing the same emotion in each other’s eyes – a genuine worry that Yili might take Shi Feiyang away. This concern hung like a heavy stone over their hearts, making them feel somewhat out of place in this bustling gathering.

That night, everyone set up camp, and the bonfire blazed brightly.

Suddenly, there was a cacophony of footsteps and shouts of battle.

Beggar Gang Elder Wu Chengguang, leading a group of Martial Arts sect members, charged in aggressively.

Among them was the Sect Leader of Celestial Serpent Sect, Wang Batian, a robust man with a body full of ferocity. A black serpent-like soft whip, as thick as a child’s arm, coiled around his waist. At this moment, he lashed out, the whip hissing like a lively venomous snake, its tip screaming sharply as it thrust towards Shi Feiyang’s throat. The Sect Leader of the Ghost-faced Saber Sect, Ma Chen, wore a face as gloomy as a ghost, with a hideous scar slashing from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. In his hands was a pitch-black ghost-faced saber, its blade covered in eerie runes. He leaped high, gripping the saber’s hilt with both hands, and swung it down on Shi Feiyang’s head with entire force, the wind from the saber howling as if to split the air in two.

Shadowless, Sect Leader of the Phantom Fist Sect, moved like a ghost with an elusive form. Each punch left ghostly shadows, making it hard to discern. He specialized in the "Phantom Illusion Fist," with punches that were fierce yet bizarre. In the blink of an eye, he closed in on Shi Feiyang, driving a heavy punch towards Shi Feiyang’s chest. The Sect Leader of the Poison Needle Sect, Wan Du Po, was a hunched elderly woman, her face wrinkled but her eyes fierce.

She held a delicate bamboo tube, the opening gleaming coldly. At her low shout, dozens of poisoned silver needles shot towards Shi Feiyang like a rainstorm, enveloping the air they passed through in a faint toxic mist.

The Sect Leader of the Vajra Sect, Tie Rushan, was tall and robust, like a towering iron tower, muscles bulging with endless strength.

He bared his chest, revealing a bronze-colored skin covered in scars from battles, each scar telling a tale of past glorious achievements. He wielded a pair of massive copper hammers, each as large as a watermelon, the hammers engraved with ancient patterns, exuding a heavy aura.

At this moment, he roared, swinging the copper hammers with a whooshing sound, crashing towards Shi Feiyang with an overwhelming force.

Sect Leader Su Mei of the Spirit Snake Whip Sect, with a graceful figure and enchanting beauty, wore a flowing purple dress like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal world. However, her gaze revealed a hint of ferocity and determination.

The Spirit Snake Whip in her hand, made of Thousand-Year Cold Iron, was as flexible as a snake, capable of bending and transforming at will.

At this moment, she flicked her jade-like hand, the Spirit Snake Whip coiling towards Shi Feiyang’s throat like a lively venomous snake, its tip gleaming coldly, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Shi Feiyang.

The blood moon hung high, like a sinister single eye overlooking the chaos below.

Thick night mist, seemingly alive, surged and swirled among the crowd, weaving strange vortexes.

In Lin Wanqing’s hand, the Longevity Sword’s tip suddenly formed a thin layer of chilling ice, a unique sign of the Longevity Sword Technique sensing something evil.

Startled, she turned swiftly, seeing Sect Leader Ye Wuhun of the Netherworld Ghost Claw Sect. His wax-like nails, emanating a ghastly glow, had already pricked through the hair beside Gong Simeng’s temple. From the crescent marks on those nails, nauseating black blood oozed, emitting a foul odor.

"How dare you, fiend!" Lin Wanqing’s clear cry, like a dragon’s roar, cut through the night sky, shaking the nearby leaves with a rustling fall. The Longevity Sword in her hand, at that moment, seemed imbued with a lively soul, conjuring twelve phantoms exuding fierce Sword Qi.

She lightly tapped the ground with her tiptoe, using the momentum to leap gracefully through the air like a swallow, tracing an arc as bright and chilling as silver, the opening move of the Longevity Sword Technique’s "Returning Wind Dancing Snow."