King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 389 - 155: Journey by the Taihe River: Shi Feiyang’s Strategy and Ripples of Love (Part 4)

They slowly stepped into the large wooden tub, the warm water gently rippling, mirroring their tender and sweet mood at that moment.

Shi Feiyang gently splashed water, sprinkling it on Lin Wanqing’s shoulder. The droplets slid down her fair skin, like glistening pearls.

Lin Wanqing also reached out to play with the water, the splashes glistening with vibrant colors under the sunlight filtering through the tent seams.

The two played in the water, this loving couple, indulging in this rare moment of leisure.

Lin Wanqing reclined in Shi Feiyang’s arms, feeling his warm and strong embrace, nestled in the safest harbor.

She slightly closed her eyes, her lips curling into a sweet smile, as radiant and enchanting as a blooming flower.

In these war-torn times, this moment of peace and happiness seemed especially precious. She knew well that this man beside her, harbored ambitions for the country and the people, possessing a broad mind and selfless heart, willing to sacrifice everything for the Great Ming Court and its people.

And for her, to feel this love in his arms, was such a fortune. She secretly vowed that no matter how difficult the path ahead might be, she would walk hand in hand with Shi Feiyang, facing it together, bonded by life and death, never to part.

At the third watch of night, the darkness was thick like ink, pressing heavily upon the earth as if to devour everything it enveloped. Silence pervaded, broken only by the occasional wind, wailing like ghosts in the deathly stillness of the night sky.

Inside the tent, the light was dim and yellowish. Shi Feiyang lay on his side on the ground, while Lin Wanqing was sound asleep beside him.

Her face appeared exceptionally serene under the faint light, her delicate brows gently relaxed, long lashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks. Her rosy lips slightly curled up, as if she felt happiness even in her dreams.

Shi Feiyang gazed at her, his eyes tender like the softest sunlight of spring, embodying all the beauty in the world.

He watched quietly like this, and after a long time, he slowly reached out his hand, moving with such gentleness as if touching the most precious, fragile treasure in the world. Carefully, he gently released Lin Wanqing from his embrace. His every movement was extremely cautious, even subconsciously holding his breath, fearing that even the slightest sound might disturb her sweet dream.

He then quietly got up, dressing himself skillfully in the dark by touch.

He picked up his clothes with slow movements, avoiding any sound of rustling fabric; his belt was fastened meticulously, yet silently.

Every action was carefully controlled, quiet as a whisper.

Once ready, he took one last deep look at Lin Wanqing. His gaze was filled with attachment, worry, and endless affection, wanting to etch her appearance deeply in his heart. Only then did he leave the tent reluctantly and quietly.

Shi Feiyang’s steps were light and steady as he quickly made his way to the tents of Xie Wen, Liu Dayou, and others.

At the tent entrance, he paused for a moment, adjusted his breath, and then gently lifted the tent flap.

Inside the tent, everyone was sound asleep, their breathing rhythms interweaving.

He bent down, softly calling out their names, his voice light yet carrying an undeniable strength. They awakened in a daze, but their sleepy eyes shone with determination, always ready to fight for justice and mission even from deep slumber.

Soon, Shi Feiyang led three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association, moving like a well-trained army of night phantoms, their figures hidden in the darkness, silently proceeding on a detour. Their silhouettes flickered under the moonlight, their steps light as those of felines, nearly soundless, aiming straight at the enemy camp, prepared to launch a surprise attack.

On this late summer night in Weishan, moonlight flowed softly over the earth, cloaking everything in a mysterious silvery veil.

A gentle breeze carried the unique fresh scent of the mountain woods, mixed with the aroma of soil and grass, intertwining with the coolness of the night, which on an ordinary day would certainly be refreshing to the soul.

However, at this moment, Shi Feiyang and his companions had no time to dwell on this beauty, their minds solely focused on the impending battle.

Shi Feiyang walked at the forefront of the group, his gaze firmly fixed forward.

His eyes revealed a stern resolve, viewing the forthcoming adversaries as mere ants beneath his feet.

He stood tall, his steps steady, each step marching to a resolute rhythm, leading the heroes forward through the tranquil night.

Their footsteps were deliberately muffled, blending into the quiet night, discernible only to keen listeners as faint rustling sounds. Determination and resolve were etched onto every face.

They knew, this night would decide the fate of countless lives.

Under the moonlight, their figures flitted like specters, swiftly and secretly weaving through the forest. Moonlight filtering through the leaves cast mottled shadows on them, adding more mystery and solemnity.

In the distance, the Taihe River sparkled under the moonlight, like a silver ribbon meandering across the land. The river water gently lapped at the shore, making subtle sounds, whispering age-old tales.

From the reeds by the river, occasional night bird calls pierced the air, their sounds ethereal and long, heightening the night’s silence and mystery.