King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 290 - 137: Heng Mountain Turmoil: Zhong Renwang Sows Discord, Xie Zhichuan Turns Vicious

Her every move exuded tenderness and consideration, each glance, each gesture perfectly executed. But in reality, her heart held only one goal, which was to perform her act in front of the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, showcasing her superb acting skills.

She knew deeply that only by gaining Shi Feiyang’s trust could she get closer to the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, and realize her dream of cultivation.

Gong Simeng sat in the carriage, tears flooding out like a breached dike, pouring endlessly.

Her eyes were full of pain and despair, staring hollowly at the scenery retreating outside the window, yet seeming to see nothing.

Her heart felt as if it were being repeatedly sliced by countless sharp blades, unable to endure the pain.

Never did she expect that the Shi Feiyang she loved deeply would be with Liu Tingting.

Her heart was filled with confusion, pain, and unwillingness, but she was powerless. She could only curl up silently in a corner of the carriage, letting the tears flow freely, drowning her sorrow and grief amidst the rolling sound of the wagon wheels.

While Shi Feiyang and his troupe were advancing towards Jiangnan, the "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen descended from the sky like a black lightning bolt, stopping firmly in front of Shi Feiyang’s carriage.

His expression was serious, his demeanor grave, he clasped his fists, standing straight yet with a hint of urgency, bowing and saying: "Grand Squad Leader, after Miss Yi returned to Hengshan, she has shaved her head to become a nun! Now, Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, along with some uninformed Martial Arts people, are aggressively heading to Hengshan to stir up trouble. It seems they intend to kill Hengshan Sect’s Sect Leader Nun Chixia and the entire Hengshan Sect.

They’re afraid of our Heroic Sakura Association and don’t dare to provoke us, so they turn their wrath towards the disciples of Hengshan Sect."

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang’s eyes instantly flashed with a trace of anger and anxiety, and without hesitation, he leaped out from the carriage.

Upon landing, his eyes were like torches, he shouted loudly: "Xie Wen, Xiang Kun, Miao Menlong, come with me to Hengshan, Jianghu emergency! The rest of you continue to Jiangnan, make sure the safety of Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Madam is ensured." With that, he performed the Supreme Lightness Technique "Thousand Miles Without a Trace," his figure flashed, like a wisp of smoke, drifting away in an instant, leaving only a residual image.

In early winter, Hengshan was like a bleak painting sketched by the harsh cold.

The piercing cold wind roared wantonly among the mountains like a ferocious beast, making a "woo woo" sound, seemingly wanting to engulf everything in a cold whirlpool. Overhead, heavy clouds hung low, like a massive leaden plate, weighing down heavily on the mountain top, shrouding the entire Hengshan in a depressive atmosphere.

The trees on the mountain had long shed their autumn greenery, leaving bare branches shivering in the cold wind, occasionally emitting "creak creak" sounds, narrating the desolation of this winter day. The ground was covered with a thin layer of frost, which, under the dim light, shimmered with a chilly glint, posing the danger of slipping.

At this moment, atop Hengshan, Beggar Gang Leader Zhong Renwang was clad in a shabby yet identity-signifying brown robe, standing at the vanguard of the troublemakers. His stature was burly, his face full of horizontal flesh, his eyes radiated ferocity and dominance.

Beside him, Beggar Gang Elder Ding Hong, lean and cold-faced, grasped a jet-black and shiny Dog-Beating Stick, ready to strike at any moment. Another elder, Li Qiushui, though a woman, wore a vicious expression, her eyes exuding a chilling coldness that sent shivers down the spine.

Divine Sword Manor Young Manor Master Xie Zhichuan, donned in a white brocade robe, wielded a dazzling longsword etched with exquisite patterns on its blade, glinting coldly in the chilly wind.

His handsome face was somewhat distorted by the anger of the moment. Behind them were more than a dozen experts from different Martial Arts sects, as well as the bandits of the Five United Gang. These people, be they armed with weapons or donned malicious expressions, had the entrance of Hengshan Sect completely surrounded.

"Old nun, if you don’t hand over Yili today, none of your Hengshan Sect members will survive!" Zhong Renwang shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice like a bell wrapped in the cutting cold wind, reverberating through the mountains with an intimidating arrogance that chilled to the bone.

His eyes flashed with a vicious light.

At this moment, atop Hengshan, Zhong Renwang seemed like a beast ready to devour its prey, calculating that if he could kill Nun Chixia here, his prestige in the Martial Arts world would soar, and no one would dare to disrespect him threefold in the future when traversing Jianghu.

Nun Chixia’s face was calm like water, her meditation staff lightly tapping, she spoke with steadiness: "Master Zhong, Yili has already severed worldly bonds, entered the monastery, and is no longer involved with the mundane world. Why must you force us so relentlessly?"

Though her voice was gentle, it faintly carried an inviolable majesty, yet facing this aggressive enemy front, her heart inevitably harbored a trace of anxiety, knowing that today’s matter might be difficult to resolve peacefully.

Before the words settled, Ding Hong flashed like a specter, his speed incredibly fast, reaching Nun Chixia in the blink of an eye.

The jet-black shiny Dog-Beating Stick in his hand, accompanied by a whizzing sound, aimed with a brutal killing intent straight at Nun Chixia’s throat.

The stick shadows flickered, each move vicious to the extreme, every stroke demonstrated the intricate and ruthlessness of Beggar Gang Martial Arts, as if trying to instantly place Nun Chixia in a deadly situation.

Nun Chixia remained unruffled, her gaze steady and composed, sidestepping lightly yet with force. Her meditation staff swung in response, with a resounding "clang" akin to a giant bell’s toll, echoing through the tranquil mountain, jarring everyone’s eardrums painfully.