King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 347 - 148: Sinister Zhong Renwang Sows Discord, Fan Chang Falls for the Ruse and is Consumed by Rage

Shi Feiyang raised an oil paper umbrella, its surface a graceful azure. Raindrops fell upon it with a crisp tick-tock sound.

With one arm, he steadily held Little Yu Yan, accompanying Gong Simeng in a leisurely stroll through the front courtyard and backyard.

The scenery in the rain resembled a poetic ink painting, beautiful like a dream.

Pavilions and towers appeared faintly in the rain mist, like celestial palaces in an immortal realm.

The lotus leaves in the pond were washed fresh green by the rain, water droplets rolling on them like pearls, crystal clear.

Beside the winding path, the grass was lush and the flowers vibrant, with dewdrops hanging on the petals, shimmering with a soft glow, each one like a meticulously crafted piece of art.

Gong Simeng gently hooked Shi Feiyang’s arm, her face beaming with a blissful smile, warm and bright like flowers blossoming in spring. Little Yu Yan, nestled in her brother’s arms, opened her wide, round eyes, curiously observing her surroundings. Occasionally, she stretched out her tiny hands to touch the fine rain, cooing softly as she savored the tranquility and harmony.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng strolled leisurely, occasionally exchanging soft words, filled with concern and affection for each other.

Occasionally, they would exchange a smile, and in that instant of eye contact, it seemed as if nothing else in the world existed, only the deep emotions in each other’s eyes. The sounds of rain, laughter, and conversation intertwined into a magnificent symphony, flowing gently in this serene night, telling tales of life’s beauty and peace.

A few days later, after the rain had cleared, sunshine spilled over the streets and alleys of Suzhou Prefecture, dispelling the gloom of several days. "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, the "Divine Archer" Miao Menlong, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, "Round Barrel" Lu Dechu, "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, "Centipede" Gongsun Ren, "Cyan-faced Beast" Yang Feng and others led three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association back to Suzhou Prefecture with great momentum.

They marched in neat steps, full of vigor, demonstrating the mighty strength of the Heroic Sakura Association.

To demonstrate his presence in Suzhou Prefecture and showcase the might of the Heroic Sakura Association, Shi Feiyang decided to host a banquet at the grand Shi Mansion for the heroes of Jiangnan. The mansion was bustling, with fires blazing in the kitchen and chefs sweating profusely, meticulously preparing a variety of delicious dishes.

In the courtyard, tables and chairs were neatly arranged, with three hundred banquet tables spread out in an impressive formation.

Shi Feiyang stood in the courtyard, looking at everything, filled with emotion.

At this moment, his thoughts suddenly wandered far, recalling the number one beauty of the Martial Arts, Yili. Back then, when he celebrated moving into his new house, Yili came to stir trouble, disguised as a scholarly youth, charmingly mischievous yet extremely arrogant.

At the celebration banquet, Yili demonstrated the Hengshan Sect’s Mist Swordsmanship, her sword shadows layering like clouds, amazingly defeating many masters who attended the banquet. Her agile figure and fierce swordsmanship remain vivid to this day.

Lurking in the government office were Zhong Renwang, Ding Hong, Zhong Wanwang, Zhong Wanqiang, Xie Zhichuan, He Kezhou, Shan Xue, Shan Bing, Zhou Zihan and other vile people and bandits, their faces darkened upon hearing the news of Shi Feiyang’s banquet for heroes.

Zhong Renwang sat in a chair, clenching his fists, his facial muscles twitching slightly, his eyes full of reluctance and anger.

He gritted his teeth and said, "This Shi Feiyang, how hateful! Despite all my calculations, I was outmaneuvered by him, losing more than thirteen thousand disciples of the Central Plains Golden Spear Association and the Flying Eagle Gang. I’m unwilling, utterly unwilling!"

Having finished, he slammed the table hard, causing the teacup on it to shake.

Xie Zhichuan sat beside him, looking dazed, his eyes hollow, as if unfocused. He muttered to himself, "It’s over, it’s all over. I thought of using this opportunity to bring down Shi Feiyang, but ended up like this."

His voice was filled with despair and disappointment, and he looked utterly dejected, as if his soul had been drained.

Tang Zihan behaved like a loyal follower, trailing closely behind Zhong Renwang. He nodded and bowed, saying, "Elder Zhong, don’t be upset. We will find a way. There will be a chance to deal with Shi Feiyang." As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from Zhong Renwang’s forehead with a handkerchief, his fawning demeanor vividly resembling a lapdog at Zhong Renwang’s side.

Zhong Renwang, like a venomous snake hidden deep in the dark, cast a cold sidelong glance at Tang Zihan. That gaze was chilling, as if Tang Zihan emerged as nothing but an ant in his eyes, easily crushed to dust.

He slowly let out a snort, that sound like it came from Nine Nether Hell, infused with a hint of coldness, spreading through the dim room: "Hmph, speaking these empty words now, what’s the point? That Shi Feiyang, with his cunning mind, slippery as a loach. But this blood debt, I’ll make him repay it with interest!"

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly sharpened, flashing with a sinister, cold light, like a lurking wolf in the dark, poised to deliver a fatal attack, plotting a world-shattering scheme within those deep eyes.

Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, Zhong Renwang’s mind was illuminated, instantly sparking his wicked thoughts.

He slapped his thigh abruptly, the unexpected strength of this motion making the teacups on the table shake violently, emitting a crisp clattering sound. He was nearly ecstatic, shouting sharply and urgently: "I have it!" That voice was like a long-starved wolf finally discovering its prey, carrying a twisted pleasure, reverberating within the confined space, sending chills down one’s spine.