King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 294 - 138: Heng Mountain Turmoil: Zhong Renwang’s Schemes, Shi Feiyang’s Fearless Breakthrough

The nuns of the Hengshan Sect witnessed the astonishing reversal of the situation as Shi Feiyang, like a divine soldier descending from the heavens, vanquished the formidable enemies with his extraordinary martial skills and powerful force.

Their cheers and joyous shouts intertwined and reverberated atop Heng Mountain, akin to a grand celebration that shook the soul.

The sound was filled with the ecstatic joy of survival after a disaster, resembling the ice-breaking streams of spring, rushing continuously, brimming with life and vitality.

Their cheeks flushed with excitement, as splendid as the evening glow on the horizon. Their clear laughter flitted freely through the cold air, like the melodious singing of orioles in spring, adding a touch of warmth to the bleak and barren winter.

Liao Ran and Ruo Ran, the two pretty nuns, embraced tightly on the brink of life and death.

Their bodies trembled slightly, tears welling up in their eyes, yet stubbornly refusing to fall.

In those tears, there was the fear after surviving a catastrophe, and even more, a deep gratitude and profound admiration for Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang’s appearance was like a ray of dawn piercing through the darkness, not only saving the Hengshan Sect from peril but also planting seeds of hope in their hearts, making them firmly believe that under Shi Feiyang’s protection, the Hengshan Sect would embrace a new spring full of promise.

The disciples of the Hengshan Sect clustered around like stars adoring the moon, each speaking words of praise for Shi Feiyang.

Their eyes were full of curiosity and admiration, as if Shi Feiyang were a god descending from the heavens, radiating dazzling light, making them irresistibly want to approach and explore.

However, amidst this lively and jubilant atmosphere, Yili seemed like an outsider, appearing out of place. She quietly stood amongst the crowd, like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley. Her gaze was tightly fixed on Shi Feiyang’s familiar and heart-stirring figure from beginning to end.

Her eyes contained complex emotions, like a colorful yet slightly chaotic painting.

There was genuine admiration for Shi Feiyang’s otherworldly martial prowess and a hint of undisguisable melancholy; there was a deep attachment to the time they spent together in the past, yet also a touch of helplessness and resolve in the face of reality.

Yili slowly raised her hand, as tender as mutton-fat jade, gently and cautiously, as if afraid to disturb the dust in the air, quietly sheathed the sword that gleamed with a cold light. This seemingly simple action carried endless solitude, as she tried to seal her ardent heart along with the sword. Then, she silently turned, stepping lightly like a lotus, moving towards the direction of the cave.

Her silhouette appeared exceptionally thin and lonely in the howling cold wind, like a withered leaf wrapped by a fierce storm, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Her steps were slow and heavy, each one seemed to carry the weight of a thousand pounds, as if bearing the unspeakable sorrow and struggle deep within her heart. Her heart was like an overturned jar of five flavors, with reluctance and determination towards Shi Feiyang intertwined and tugging at each other, causing her immense pain.

She knew well that between her and Shi Feiyang lay the insurmountable chasm of Liu Tingting, a ruthless arrangement of fate, and a reality she had to face.

Yili quietly entered the cave, her figure gradually vanishing into the darkness, leaving only a solitary and desolate silhouette, evoking compassion in one’s heart.

Nun Chixia, seeing her beloved disciple so despondent, was filled with worry and heartache.

She hurriedly followed Yili into the cave. Inside, the light was as dim as ink, with faint glimmers on the stone walls, as if ready to extinguish at any moment, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

Nun Chixia approached Yili, reaching out with her warm and rough hand, gently holding Yili’s hand, and softly said, "Yili, do not be sad. Since you have already become a nun, cutting the three thousand worldly troubles, you have leapt out of this turbulent world. I only hope that your heart can also transcend the troubles of the mortal world, finding peace within."

Her voice was gentle and compassionate, like a spring breeze lightly brushing against Yili’s heart, bringing a momentary warmth.

However, Yili merely shook her head lightly, tears constantly welling up in her eyes, ready to overflow at any moment.

In her heart, the reluctance towards Shi Feiyang surged like tidal waves, recalling every moment spent together with him.

The storms they weathered together, the joyful times they spent together, like brilliant stars, shone brightly in her heart, making it hard to let go of this deep emotion. Her gaze towards Shi Feiyang was filled with attachment and helplessness, her lips trembling slightly, countless words welling up in her heart, yet stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

Outside the cave, Li Qiushui, like an enraged wild beast, continued recklessly throwing Small Flying Sabers.

Her eyes were filled with madness and hatred, her gaze seemed capable of burning.

Her hands moved swiftly, like a pair of rapidly spinning windmills, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," the Small Flying Sabers shot out like black lightning, carrying lethal intent as they hurtled towards Shi Feiyang.

The Flying Sabers sliced through the air, emitting a sharp, piercing "whizz" sound, as if they would cut the cold air into fragments.

Facing this ugly, old, vicious woman, Shi Feiyang truly felt a mix of amusement and helplessness.

He watched Li Qiushui’s extreme madness and secretly sighed at the vastness of the Jianghu, where nothing was impossible.