King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 468: Chapter 169: Courage and Wisdom: Bai Zhi Steals the Map for Her Beloved (Part 5)

Qi Meizhen stood quietly to the side, watching Bai Zhi lying in Shi Feiyang’s arms with a complex gaze.

In her heart, she once considered Bai Zhi her love rival. However, at this moment, witnessing Bai Zhi’s sacrifice and efforts for Shi Feiyang and all of them, an indescribable sense of emotion surged within her heart.

Qi Meizhen bent down, picked up the Hailong Duntun defense map scattered on the ground, and then walked slowly towards Bai Zhi, speaking softly: ”Sister Bai Zhi, I admit it was my narrow-mindedness before. Your bravery and deep affection for Shi Feiyang make me feel ashamed. You must be strong; we will all do our best to help you recover.”

After saying these words, she carefully took out a treasured miraculous pill from her sect and handed it to Shi Feiyang, her eyes full of sincerity and concern.

Shi Feiyang accepted the precious medicine offered by Qi Meizhen and the others, tears of gratitude shimmering in his eyes, and immediately began treating Bai Zhi, hoping she could quickly get out of danger and recover.

Thunder Sound Terraces, in this winter season, felt like a giant beast in slumber, its wanton release of cold air like an invisible deterrent spreading over the land.

The terraced fields, layer upon layer, were covered in thick white snow, forming an endless white ocean.

This ocean was peaceful and serene, yet it carried a thread of cold that made people involuntarily shiver.

The cold wind howled through the terraces, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle.

The sound was as if ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, adding a few more degrees of chilling atmosphere to the world.

Dragon Ridge Thunder God Rock, here is the headquarters of the Celestial Demon Sect.

It hides within the rugged mountains, like a paradise unknown to the world.

The peculiar, towering rocks around Thunder God Rock stood like ferocious guardians.

They overlooked everything around them, guarding this mysterious land.

The rocks’ surfaces were wrapped in frost, reflecting a cold light under the faint illumination. The guards of the Celestial Demon Sect, dressed in black combat uniforms and armed with swords and spears, formed neat lines around the headquarters, proclaiming its inviolability to the world.

Their gazes were penetrating, vigilantly watching every corner, letting nothing escape their eyes.

Their eyes revealed firmness and coldness, telling the world they were always ready to fight for the Celestial Demon Sect.

Shi Ying entered the headquarters dejectedly, her footsteps heavy, her once nimble stature now somewhat stiff.

Her heart was filled with worry and unease because she knew she was about to face perhaps the toughest challenge of her life.

She walked through the long corridor, the torches on both sides flickering in the cold wind, reflecting on her pale face.

Her heartbeat quickened, and her breathing became rapid.

Finally, she arrived at the hall where her father, the Sect Leader of the Celestial Demon Sect, Shi Fengli, was.

She took a deep breath, pushed open the heavy door, and stepped into the Soul Gathering Hall that would decide her fate.

Shi Fengli sat imposingly in the head position of the hall, his stature tall and robust like a majestic mountain peak.

A long scar ran from the corner of his eye to his mouth, making his naturally fierce face even more menacing.

This scar was a testament to his past years in the Jianghu, witnessing countless life-and-death battles with opponents.

He wore a black robe adorned with golden, mysterious patterns that shimmered with enigmatic light under the torch’s illumination.

These patterns seemed to contain some ancient magic power, making one think of ancient legends and mysterious rituals.

His gaze was cold and sharp, as if he could see through people’s hearts.

Those eyes were like deep lakes, hiding countless secrets and wisdom, making people dare not meet their gaze.

Shi Ying walked up to Shi Fengli, slightly bowed, and with a slight tremble in her voice said, ”Father, your daughter failed in this action, truly without face to meet you. The attack on Shi Feiyang did not succeed, the poison at the banquet was detected, and the Ambush from All Sides failed as well. Repeated failures have caused our sect to lose troops and generals, causing significant losses; please punish me.”

As Shi Ying spoke, her eyes turned slightly red, her delicate face full of loss and self-blame.

Her tears almost spilled out, but she held them back, refusing to let them fall.

Shi Fengli, seeing his beloved daughter’s state, felt a twinge of heartache in his eyes.

He could feel his daughter’s pain and struggle.

As a father, Shi Fengli hoped his daughter would be strong, yet he couldn’t bear to see her so upset.

He slowly stood up, walked to Shi Ying’s side, gently patted her shoulder, and said in a deep yet gentle voice, ”Ying’Er, wins and losses are common in war, don’t blame yourself too much. I know you’ve done your best; this Shi Feiyang indeed has some skills.”

Shi Ying lifted her head, a flicker of determination in her eyes, and said, ”Father, I have a plan. It’s an age-old tactic not to mobilize troops in winter, and now, General Yang’s troops and the Ming Army have ceased their battles. We might as well let the Tusi’s son, Liang Shouluo, carry out his Thunder Shocking Blade Array to attack Flying Tiger Pass. Now with heavy snow, Shi Feiyang will surely not expect it, and you can secretly observe the battle, and when the time is right, make your move. We can certainly take Flying Tiger Pass.”

Shi Fengli nodded slightly, a trace of approval in his eyes, and said, ”Ying’Er’s plan is quite brilliant. Very well, as you say, let me see just how capable this Shi Feiyang really is.”

Snow was falling heavily, the world locked in freezing hell, thick ice and snow sealing everything.

In the frigid night, darkness lay like a massive curtain, covering the land.

Snowflakes danced through the air, seemingly the only life between heaven and earth, adding a breath of life to the silent night.

They lightly drifted down, covering mountains and rivers, dressing the world in a fairytale of silver and white.

However, behind this beautiful scene hidden endless cold and solitude.

The Tusi’s son, Liang Shouluo, led over a thousand people, among them a few hundred highly skilled and sword proficient pirates, advancing quietly towards Flying Tiger Pass in the icy lands. Their figures flickered in the snow, like phantoms.

Their steps were light, making almost no sound, merging with the cold night.

In the snow-covered wilderness, they glided silently like ghosts, leaving only a string of shallow footprints, soon covered by new snowflakes.

Liang Shouluo wore a thick black cloak, the wind whipping it with a whooshing sound.

He wielded a Nine-Ring Miao Saber, the nine iron rings on the blade emitting clear sounds in the silent night, playing the overture for this ambush.

This saber was not only his weapon but also his honor; every swing represented his determination and courage.

The saber’s light flickered in the moonlight, reflecting his resolute face, declaring to the world that no matter how intense the bloody battle, he would press forward fearlessly.

The pirates wore black ninja uniforms, their faces covered with black masks, leaving only pairs of cold eyes exposed.

Using their ninjutsu, they climbed stealthily toward Flying Tiger Pass’s walls in the night. Their movements were swift and stealthy, like nocturnal cats, using the cover of night and snow to step-by-step approach their target.

Their gazes revealed determination and coldness, already envisioning the coming victory.

On the walls, Heroic Sakura Association disciples lay with their firearms and sticks, seemingly asleep by the fire. Seeing this, Liang Shouluo and his men felt a thrill, thinking they had a chance. They didn’t realize it was all a carefully laid trap by the Heroic Sakura Association, waiting for them to walk right into it.

They quickly climbed the walls, swinging their blades wildly at the ”sleeping” Heroic Sakura Association disciples.

However, they only heard a few ”crack” sounds, sending wood chips flying; it turned out these were all dummies.

These dummies were cleverly disguised as real humans, almost indistinguishable in the firelight.

Liang Shouluo and his men realized they had fallen into a trap, but it was too late; the Heroic Sakura Association’s counterattack descended like thunder.

Liang Shouluo was shocked, secretly lamenting his mistake. He realized that he might have already walked into some meticulously designed trap.

Just then, Qi Meizhen led her troops, quickly encircling them like a tide, forming a tight encirclement.

Qi Meizhen, dressed in scarlet combat attire, stood out strikingly against the snow.

She wielded a Long Miao Saber, the blade shimmering with a chill under the snow’s reflection, like a flash of lightning on a winter’s day.