King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 249 - 130: Shi Feiyang Strategizes at Heng Mountain to Repel Foes, Liu Tingting Schemes to Secretly Gain Favor

Whenever enemies attacked them, Shi Feiyang always stepped in to rescue just in time, either by slicing through enemy weapons with his saber or utilizing the Divine Dragon Claw to fend off foes, showcasing his compassionate and righteous spirit.

The cold and stern expressions of the Cultivation Race gradually altered as they observed Shi Feiyang’s heroic feats in battle, a sense of admiration inevitably arose within them. They whispered softly among themselves, their words full of praise for Shi Feiyang: "Such a heroic figure, with martial prowess so rare in this world."

"Indeed, not only is his martial skill exceptional, but he’s also so heartfelt and principled, truly admirable."

Liu Tingting was concealed in the shadowy nook of the mountain, her graceful figure akin to an ephemeral blossom blooming quietly in the night sky, tender and mysterious.

Her eyes seemed like a bottomless night pool, with dark pupils that sparkled with lively light, resembling stars twinkling in the night sky.

At this moment, she was enduring an inner turmoil akin to tumultuous waves.

She knew that trying to seize the White Tiger and Vermilion Bird from Shi Feiyang by force alone was nothing but a fool’s dream.

Her plan wavered in her heart, yet the longing for those two Auspicious Beasts burned like a blazing flame, fiercely consuming her chest so intensely that she couldn’t relinquish it.

She racked her brains, repeatedly weighing her options, a sly idea quietly sprouting in her heart—perhaps winning Shi Feiyang’s favor was the shortcut to achieving her goal. She bit her lower lip, a resolute glint flashing in her eyes, waiting patiently for the right moment like a fox lurking in the dark, biding her time for the optimal time to strike.

She understood all too well that in this contest against Shi Feiyang, patience and strategy would be her keys to victory. She had to weave a web with plans, deliberately drawing Shi Feiyang into her trap step by step, much like a spider weaving silk.

Just at that moment, a piece of intelligence streaked through Liu Tingting’s mind like lightning: Xie Zhichuan had dispatched three hundred elite troops to unleash the Life-taking Thirteen Swords, and they were frantically attacking the Hengshan Sect near Xuankong Temple. Liu Tingting’s eyes suddenly sparkled, her gaze instantly erupting with a dazzling radiance akin to blooming flowers in spring, catching the eye in its brilliance as if she had grasped a lifeline in the dark. She decided immediately, her mind already sketching out a cunning strategy, choosing to lead the Cultivation Race to their rescue. She knew this was a perfect opportunity; by pretending to turn enemies into allies with Shi Feiyang, she could deceive him once again, gaining his trust and favor, thus creating conditions to acquire those coveted Auspicious Beasts.

Liu Tingting then gathered with several core members of the Cultivation Race, everyone’s expression weighty, as if orchestrating a battle that would determine their fate. She leaned forward slightly, her posture elegant and dignified, her lips softly parting, her voice like a nightingale’s sweet song, melodious yet harboring a mysterious force: "This rescue of the Hengshan Sect is a godsend. We must exert all our efforts, but do so appropriately to change Shi Feiyang’s perception of us."

Their expressions grew more intense, occasionally nodding lightly in agreement with her words; other times, they exchanged whispers, deliberating on the details as if crafting a life-and-death clandestine strategy.

After concluding their plans, they lightly tapped the ground with their toes, their figures soaring like eagles into the sky, swiftly leaping toward the peak of Heng Mountain. Liu Tingting’s form was delicate and graceful, resembling a petal lofted by a gentle breeze, drifting in the air, tracing an exceedingly elegant arc with every movement radiating agility and beauty.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the simple dwellings of the Hengshan Sect beside Xuankong Temple. The temple appeared like an ethereal mirage suspended on a cliffside, swaying precariously under the howl of the fierce mountain wind, seemingly about to be swept into the abyss by the gale at any moment.

The flying eaves and upturned rafters of the temple had endured the relentless erosion of time, like an elderly man’s face etched with countless wrinkles of fatigue and decay, everywhere exuding an air of decline and weariness. The paint on the beams was peeling layer by layer, exposing the rotten wooden structure, as if silently recounting the turbulent storms of the past.

The surrounding walls were covered in lush green moss, growing wildly in the humid air, piles of dried branches and leaves accumulated in corners, emitting a decayed odor, adding a touch of desolation and bleakness to the ancient temple. The modest dwellings of the Hengshan Sect were scattered beneath Xuankong Temple, a few simple huts trembling in the mountain wind, resembling a group of helpless children.

The reed thatch on the rooftops was sparse and disordered, with some areas even stripped by the wind, revealing the underlying bamboo mat frames, akin to tattered beggars displaying their ragged state in the cold wind.

Inside the dwellings, the furnishings were extremely basic, the worn-out tables and chairs wobbling, seeming liable to collapse at a mere touch, and the beds were simply pieced together wooden planks, with shabby bedding, patches upon patches, blatantly revealing the harsh and difficult life of the Hengshan Sect. The scene astonished Liu Tingting greatly; she saw Nun Chixia, the Sect Leader of the Heng Mountain Sect in her fifties, leading a group of disciples in using the Cloud Mist Sword Array to counter the Life-taking Thirteen Swords Formation of Divine Sword Manor. Both sides stood poised to strike, the atmosphere near its breaking point, seemingly ready to ignite a colossal explosion at any moment.

Apparently, Shi Feiyang had meticulously prepared before departing Ningxia. He gathered Iron Palm Wu Zhong, Mandarin Duck Saber Xiao Lingling, Flying Eagle Detective Xie Wen, Round Barrel Lai Dechu, Bamboo Pole Jiang Huotian, Divine Archer Miao Menlong, Plum Blossom Dart Shan Zhi, and other numerous heroes before him, his expression solemn, providing instructions in a low voice, each word seeming to carry a thousand-pound weight: "The Hengshan Sect is in grave danger; you must go ahead and ensure the protection of Nun Chixia." At present, they were engaged in an exhilarating and life-or-death confrontation with the three hundred robust men from Divine Sword Manor. The swordsmen of Divine Sword Manor appeared as cold as frost, their eyes revealing a chilling murderous intent, as if they were not ordinary humans but messengers of death from Hell.