King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 657 212: Xiang Kun's Confession, Xiao Lingling's Cold Rejection of Love (Part 3)

Xiang Kun took a deep breath, trying to calm the tumult within his heart, then raised his gaze, eyes locked onto Xiao Lingling, filled with tender affection, he softly said, "Lingling, in ancient times, Wei Sheng embraced the pillar until death, just to fulfill a promise to his beloved, his steadfastness touched all. Then there's Liang and Zhu, transforming into butterflies, following in life and death; their love stronger than gold, becoming a legendary tale. My feelings for you are the same, unwavering and resolute. This 'Venerable Lotus Sutra' speaks of the purest and greatest truths in the world, and my feelings for you are as pure and profound as those discussed in the scriptures, becoming richer through the trials of time. Since we met and got to know each other, those days of roaming the Jianghu together, every moment is etched in my heart. I'm willing to give my all to protect you with my life, to walk with you through stormy weather towards peace. I only hope you understand my feelings, and don't let them go to waste."

His voice was gentle yet firm, echoing through the Scripture Pavilion with a barely detectable tremor, matching his current nervous yet hopeful state of mind. Upon hearing his words, Xiao Lingling's heart gave a sudden shudder, as if a calm lake had a massive stone cast into it, causing ripples.

She looked up at Xiang Kun and saw the deep affection in his eyes, like a surging river, overwhelming her, leaving her momentarily at a loss.

In this fraught moment, worried about Wu Zhong's safety, such a sudden declaration of love left her with mixed emotions.

Her inner turmoil was a tangle of anxiety, surprise, and emotion, making it difficult for her to sort out her thoughts.

She instinctively bit her lower lip, furrowed her brows slightly, a hint of panic and confusion in her eyes.

Before she could respond, her inner agitation grew like wild grass, gaining the upper hand.

She suddenly drew the Mandarin Duck Saber, with a flash of cold light and a whistle of wind, it slashed towards the 'Venerable Lotus Sutra' that carried Xiang Kun's feelings.

"Swish," the scripture was split in two by the sharp blade, pages fluttering like snowflakes.

And at the moment the incisive blade cut the scripture, it also cut through Xiang Kun's hair ribbon.

In an instant, Xiang Kun's long, black hair fell like a waterfall, freely fluttering in the breeze, revealing an old knife scar on his brow.

That knife scar, under the sunlight, seemed extraordinarily striking, like a fragment of forgotten history quietly revealed.

Seeing this scar, Xiao Lingling's heart trembled again, scenes from their past life-and-death struggles flashed quickly through her mind like a revolving lantern. Those days of fighting side by side, supporting and protecting each other, every moment filled with deep sentiment. Yet, the grim situation at present, like a heavy mountain, made it hard for her to catch her breath, preventing her from immediately immersing in this sudden emotion.

Xiang Kun looked at Xiao Lingling, with a trace of loss in his eyes, quickly replaced by determination.

He slightly raised his head, took a deep breath to calm his emotion, then looked at Xiao Lingling again, his gaze as resolute as a rock, his tone firm as he said, "Lingling, no matter your response, my feelings for you will not change. At this moment, solving the mystery of Wu Zhong's disappearance and ensuring your safety are my foremost missions. I will put forth all my effort, never retreating."

After speaking, he bent down lightly, picked up the broken ribbon from the ground, casually tied up his hair again, and resolutely turned around, striding with steady and firm steps towards Gan Jinliang's villa.

Gan Jinliang, in Luoyang City, was a notorious villain, habitually exploiting the people, committing all sorts of atrocities.

Even more despicably, he colluded with the secretive Jinyi Guard, working hand in glove, plunging Luoyang City into chaos.

Xiang Kun was fully aware that to unravel the complex mystery of Wu Zhong's disappearance, Gan Jinliang was a critical key, like a keyhole, whether the truth could be discovered depended on whether a breakthrough could be extracted from him.

Xiang Kun arrived alone outside Gan Jinliang's villa.

By then, the sky was getting darker, the evening haze heavy, like a massive gray curtain slowly descending, shrouding the entire world.

The tall walls of the villa, in the dim light, resembled a lurking giant beast, exuding a suffocating atmosphere.

Xiang Kun took a deep breath, attempting to calm his slightly tense mood, he slowly raised the iron flute in his hand, placing it to his lips.

Soon after, the melodious sound of the flute gracefully started, precisely the majestic and fear-inducing 'Ambush from All Sides.'

The flute's sound was like an invisible dragon, spiraling and weaving through the air, carrying a relentless momentum.

Its sound was like a mysterious key, instantly triggering the Sound Wave Killing Array within the villa.

What seemed like a tranquil yard suddenly erupted into flying sand and stones, winds howling.

The ground's sand and stones were whipped into the air, wildly dancing, causing stings on people's faces.

Various hidden weapons shot towards Xiang Kun like dense raindrops.

Those hidden weapons, under the dull light, glinted with coldness, like numerous icy eyes, emanating a lethal intent.

Yet, Xiang Kun was fearless, his eyes steady and resolute, emanating an aura of indomitable courage. As he continued playing the iron flute, the sound varied, sometimes impassioned and high-pitched, like a thousand horses galloping forward; sometimes low and winding, akin to a secret undercurrent surging below.

Every note seemed alive, contending with the Sound Wave Killing Array.

He expertly dodged the hidden weapons, his movements agile like a swallow, gliding effortlessly through the torrent of projectiles.

He deftly shifted left and right, sometimes sidestepping, sometimes leaping, each motion precise and fluid, showcasing his profound martial arts skills.