King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 665 214: Heroes Brave Hangu Pass, Rescue of Wu Zhong Ends in Defeat

Shi Feiyang gazed into Yang Xue'Er's deeply affectionate eyes, and ripples involuntarily stirred in his heart.

He recalled that he already had Yili, Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, Shi Ying, Qi Meizhen, and Lin Wanqing as his six wives. Faced with Yang Xue'Er's intense emotions, he couldn't help but feel a bit awkward.

He was well aware of how deeply Yang Xue'Er felt for him, but he truly did not wish to add any more wives or concubines.

However, he dared not show any coldness towards Yang Xue'Er, because when he thought back to those days in Liaodong, where the Heroic Sakura Association and Qingfeng Pavilion joined forces against the Divine Water Palace, Qingfeng Pavilion gave him enormous support and help.

He sighed lightly and softly said, "Xue'Er, I know your intentions, and I've often been thinking of you these days. It's just that the Jianghu is complex now, and many affairs trouble me, I..." He hesitated, a trace of helplessness flickering in his eyes.

Yet Yang Xue'Er seemed unaware of Shi Feiyang's peculiarity and still spoke affectionately, "Brother Shi, no matter how complicated the Jianghu is, I wish to stay by your side, to help you and relieve your worries. As long as I can be with you, I am satisfied."

Shi Feiyang forced a slight smile.

Despite the heavy burden in his heart and uncertainty about the future, he still tries to present a relaxed demeanor. He gently patted Yang Xue'Er's hand and, in a gentle yet firm tone, said, "Xue'Er, I understand your feelings, and I feel your care and worry for me. Staying in Luoyang City this time is to deal with that villain Gan Jinliang and seek justice for the innocent victims. As for heading to the Yellow River for rescue, it is a perilous task that does not require too many people. I cannot let you get involved in this turmoil. You've traveled a lot and are tired. Rest early to regain energy; tomorrow will be a new day."

With that, he slowly stood up, preparing to take his leave.

His actions, though slow, revealed an undeniable determination, each step firmly grounded in conviction.

Yang Xue'Er's heart tightened. She could keenly feel the resolve revealed in Shi Feiyang's words, and the heavy responsibilities he bore on his shoulders.

She hurriedly grasped Shi Feiyang's sleeve tightly, a trace of undisguised loss and reluctance flashing in her eyes, her voice carrying a hint of pleading as she softly said, "Brother Shi, won't you sit a while longer? It's been a long time since we've sat together quietly like this. I understand you have many important matters to handle, but there's no rush at this moment. Stay a little longer and talk with me, okay?"

Shi Feiyang gently shook his head, his voice carrying both warmth and firmness, softly replying, "No, Xue'Er, rest well. I'll come see you tomorrow." After speaking, he gently yet resolutely withdrew his sleeve and turned, slowly walking out of the room.

Yang Xue'Er watched Shi Feiyang's departing figure, her heart full of melancholy and reluctance.

She felt an indescribable emptiness and loss, as if she had lost something important.

She sat dazedly by the bed, her gaze empty as she looked at the door, as though expecting some miracle to happen.

Time silently passed by her side, yet she seemed completely oblivious.

The room was silent, only the sound of the wind outside the window seemed to be narrating her inner loss and endless longing.

Several days later, amid a chilling wind and overcast skies, foreshadowing an impending storm, Gan Jinliang perceived the time was ripe. He led a group of wolf-like subordinates, each wielding sharp blades, advancing aggressively towards the Lu Family Martial Arts Hall.

Their procession was grand and imposing, like an unstoppable torrent, causing dust to fly wherever they went, drawing the sideways glances of onlookers filled with fear, who scrambled to avoid their path.

Gan Jinliang swaggered into the Lu Family Martial Arts Hall.

His figure, corpulent like a moving small mountain, seemed to tremble the ground with each step.

His steps were heavy and powerful; each stride seemed to weigh on people's hearts, inducing an intangible pressure.

His eyes brimmed with confidence and arrogance, as if the entire world were under his control.

At this moment, the Lu Family disciples were focused on practicing martial arts, their synchronized chanting echoing throughout the hall.

Seeing the scene before him, a faint sneer appeared at the corner of Gan Jinliang's mouth, his laughter reminiscent of a night owl's cry, sending shivers down spines: "Hmph, from today, this Lu Family Martial Arts Hall belongs to my Gan Family. You bunch of brats, get lost!"

His voice was loud and forceful, filled with threat and intimidation, imposing an invisible pressure on everyone present.

The veteran martial artist Lu Qiao, who was instructing the disciples in martial arts, upon hearing this, glared angrily, his eyes filled with fire.

His gaze brimmed with anger and resolve, like an enraged lion, ready to pounce at any moment.

His physique agile, though over fifty, his momentum was no less than in his youth.

He stepped forward, standing firm as an ancient pine, questioning, "Gan Jinliang, you villain, on what grounds do you seize my Lu Family Martial Arts Hall? The Lu Family has conducted itself here for generations, never engaging in heinous deeds; don't act recklessly!"

His voice rang with power and justice, instilling a strong sense of awe in everyone present.

Yet Gan Jinliang was indifferent, throwing his head back in hearty laughter that reverberated through the martial arts hall, painfully tingling in the ears of those present: "On what grounds? Because I have the Jinyi Guard backing me! They're my strong support, and this Luoyang City, isn't it under my say? If you obediently listen and hand over the martial arts hall, and marry your daughter Lu Hongye to me as a concubine, I could spare your life, ensuring you a carefree existence. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. By then, neither the hall nor anyone within it will meet a good end!"