King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 400 - 157: Intertwined Ice and Fire: Shi Feiyang’s Bloody Battle with the Great Saber Association (Part 3)

Wang Yan and Leng Shuang remained silent, each walking over to the bodies and reached out to drag the cold corpses together.

Then, Wang Yan gathered a ball of flame in his palm and with a gentle wave, the flame instantly ignited the bodies. The blazing fire burned fiercely, making the mountain forest flicker with light and shadow, the air filled with a pungent smell of charring.

Seeing this, Yang Xue’Er sheathed her sword, the sword making a crisp sound as it entered the scabbard. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and without hesitation, she rushed towards Shi Feiyang, her whole being like a returning bird, throwing herself into Shi Feiyang’s embrace.

Shi Feiyang held the soft Yang Xue’Er in his arms, his emotions tangled like a mess of threads, complex and indistinguishable.

He had known Yang Xue’Er for a long time and they had crossed paths multiple times.

Yang Xue’Er’s mother, Su Yao, the Pavilion Master of Qingfeng Pavilion, had even betrothed Yang Xue’Er to him, setting this marriage contract.

However, a few years ago, after Shi Feiyang defeated the evil forces of Divine Water Palace, Vajra Stronghold, Black Tortoise Hall, Cyan Simurgh Palace, Snow Eagle Castle, and other Liaodong Martial Arts factions, he left Liaodong and returned to Jiangnan.

In the past two or three years, Yang Xue’Er had become more beautiful and enchanting, though her personality remained as mischievous and playful as before.

At this moment, Yang Xue’Er was nestled tightly in Shi Feiyang’s embrace, feeling the warmth from his broad chest, her heart filled with excitement and joy.

She slightly raised her head to gaze into Shi Feiyang’s eyes, her look filled with passionate emotion as if she wanted to melt Shi Feiyang.

"Brother Shi, you’ve finally come. I knew that with you here, any challenge can be overcome." Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquettishness.

Looking at Yang Xue’Er in his arms, Shi Feiyang couldn’t help but feel a wave in his heart. He was well aware of Yang Xue’Er’s deep feelings for him, but now he had Lin Wanqing and Gong Simeng as wives, and Gong Simeng was about to give birth to their child.

Confronted with this new affection, he was deeply conflicted. How could he let Yang Xue’Er down now, yet how should he face Gong Simeng, who was pregnant, and the gentle and virtuous Lin Wanqing? A hint of confusion and helplessness flashed in his eyes. He sighed lightly, unsure of how to speak.

Yang Xue’Er felt Shi Feiyang’s sigh, her heart tightened. She buried her head deeper, holding Shi Feiyang tightly, fearing that he might suddenly leave. "Brother Shi, I know you have many concerns, but I really like you so much. Ever since you left Liaodong, I’ve been waiting every day for you to return." Her voice carried a hint of sobbing, tears welling up in her eyes.

Shi Feiyang gently stroked Yang Xue’Er’s hair, the silky smooth feel transmitting through his fingertips, yet it could not calm the turmoil in his heart, filled with mixed emotions.

He knew that his engagement with Yang Xue’Er was like an invisible thread binding them tightly, and Yang Xue’Er’s passionate feelings were like a burning flame, fervent and scorching, not easily severed.

But faced with this intricate emotional entanglement, he seemed to be in the midst of a fog, unsure of which direction to take. Each thought repeatedly tugged at his mind, plunging him into deep confusion.

Night fell, spreading like thick ink, immersing the entire world in a deep darkness.

The foothills in early autumn presented a unique charm.

Moonlight, like water, gently spilled over the mountain forest, draping each leaf and stone with a layer of silver gauze, creating a dream-like scene.

A gentle breeze blew, carrying a hint of chill, and the rustling of leaves sounded as if whispering secrets. In the grass, unknown insects chirped continuously, weaving a unique nocturne. The distant mountains loomed in and out of sight in the night, their outlines blurred, like sleeping giants.

Shi Feiyang gently pushed Yang Xue’Er away, and a flicker of reluctance passed through her eyes. She pouted lightly, her face flushed with a touch of red, her gaze full of attachment.

Shi Feiyang took a few tents out from a deerskin bag at his waist, which was difficult for ordinary people to notice, and this magical move left Yang Xue’Er stunned, as if she were frozen in place.

Her eyes widened, filled with wonder and admiration, gazing at Shi Feiyang, her respect for him growing even deeper.

Shi Feiyang softly suggested, "Let’s set up the tents in another hollow. The smell from burning the bodies here is unbearable. Tonight, we will camp in the forest to lure out the Flower-Destroying Thief Bai Renfeng and slay this villain."

His voice was low and firm, carrying a reassuring power.

After speaking, he picked up several tents with one hand and tightly held Yang Xue’Er’s hand with the other.

Yang Xue’Er felt a surge of joy, gripping Shi Feiyang’s hand firmly, her fingers trembling slightly, a reflection of excitement and shyness. Her heart raced, the sound of her own heartbeat distinct in the tranquil night.

Her cheeks grew increasingly hot, like a ripe apple, as she silently thought to herself how being so close to Shi Feiyang was the utmost happiness.

She longed to be with Shi Feiyang, even if only for a brief moment, it filled her with immense satisfaction.

In her heart, Shi Feiyang was like a warm ray of sunlight, illuminating all her shadows.

Before long, Leng Shuang and Wang Yan joined them. Leng Shuang, graceful in demeanor, had a stern expression like a frost flower blooming in a cold night; her gaze revealing a sense of mystery, making one feel a slight awe. While Wang Yan, with his brawny stature and resolute gaze, exuded a heroic spirit. His presence was like an unshakable mountain, providing a sense of security.