King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 656: Chapter 212: Xiang Kun’s Confession, Xiao Lingling’s Cold Rejection of Love (Part 2)

At the same time, Wu Zhong’s wife, ”Mandarin Duck Saber” Xiao Lingling, was also exerting all her efforts to find her husband’s whereabouts.

She carefully disguised herself as a charming and captivating Singing Girl, using clever planning to successfully blend into the banquet at the Guard Station.

At this moment, she wore an incredibly luxurious dance dress, embroidered with exquisite patterns, each stitch showcasing impeccable craftsmanship. Under the glow of the lamps, the patterns shimmered with a gentle glow, adding a touch of allure to her.

She held a pipa in her hands, its wood warm and smooth, adorned with elegant designs.

Xiao Lingling’s face was gentle and soft, akin to flowers blooming in spring.

However, there was a faint hint of determination in her eyes, much like stars twinkling in the cold night.

Beneath this seemingly delicate exterior hid immense power. Her Dual Blades were securely concealed in a hidden compartment within the pipa, their blades sharp and gleaming, ready to unsheathe and slay at any moment, prepared for any sudden incidents.

At the banquet, people toasted back and forth with joyous laughter resounding continuously, the atmosphere as vibrant as a blazing fire, warming the entire space. Xiao Lingling moved gracefully, like a blooming flower, elegantly stepping forward and beginning to dance.

Her figure was light as a butterfly, every move fluid and natural, beautifully harmonious with the music.

Her arms swung gently, like willow branches swaying in the breeze; her waist twisted nimbly, resembling ribbons dancing in the wind.

Yet, at the moment of a turn, the hidden compartment of the pipa slightly loosened, a sliver of the blade’s cold light stealthily glinted.

This extremely subtle change was like a flash of lightning in a dark night sky, instantly illuminating a dark corner, which was keenly captured by a Jinyi Guard.

That Jinyi Guard’s eyes became sharply keen like a hawk, akin to a drawn sword, piercing straight towards Xiao Lingling.

Xiao Lingling’s heart tightened abruptly, as if it would leap out of her throat, a chill surged from her feet to the top of her head.

But she, after all, was a heroine of the Jianghu, with ample experience in adaptation. She feigned composure, maintaining a charming smile on her face, a smile like the warm sun of spring, making one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.

However, a hint of hardly detectable panic flickered in her eyes.

She swiftly adjusted her posture, using a dance move to lightly cover the pipa’s compartment with her sleeve, an action seemingly casual, yet secretly strategic. Her back was already drenched with sweat, her clothes clinging tightly, yet she still had to continue dancing, executing every move perfectly to avoid further suspicion.

In her heart, she secretly rejoiced, for that perilous moment just passed was like walking on the edge of a blade, a slight mistake would lead to an irreparable disaster.

Meanwhile, Xiang Kun, seizing the moment when everyone’s attention was captivated by Xiao Lingling’s spectacular performance at the banquet, slipped silently into the dungeon like a shadow in the dark.

The dungeon was permeated with a nauseating damp and decayed odor, resembling an invisible curtain enveloping the entire place.

From the shadowy corners, came the occasional drip of water, drip, drip, like Death God’s countdown, knocking on the heart with every beat.

Xiang Kun proceeded cautiously, each step taken with extreme care.

He lifted his feet lightly and set them down slowly, fearing to make the slightest noise.

In the dungeon, he discovered an underwater tunnel, the tunnel deep and dark, as if leading to endless abysses.

Xiang Kun focused his eyes and saw the tunnel led directly to the Luo River. On the chains at the bottom, he saw the Heroic Sakura Association’s contact signal ”three short, two long”.

This discovery, like a dazzling light, instantly illuminated the dark corner.

It made Xiang Kun realize that this matter was inevitably tied to Wu Zhong in countless ways.

Was Wu Zhong ever imprisoned here? Did he escape along this tunnel?

Countless questions whirled in Xiang Kun’s mind like a tangled mess, leaving him momentarily unable to see clearly.

At that moment, Xiao Lingling, having successfully extricated herself from danger, also arrived at the dungeon to meet with Xiang Kun.

In the darkness, the two exchanged a glance, seeing confusion and determination in each other’s eyes.

They knew deeply that the conspiracy behind this was far more complex than they imagined, each clue like a shroud of mist, obscuring the path ahead.

Yet they must work hand in hand, relying on extraordinary courage and wisdom, to unravel layers of mystery, find Wu Zhong’s whereabouts, and reveal the truth to the Jianghu.

The next morning, as the sun first emerged, its gentle rays were like a golden veil, draping softly over the red walls and green tiles of White Horse Temple.

A gentle breeze rustled through the branches and leaves of ancient trees in the temple, with distant chimes ringing softly, weaving a serene and tranquil scene.

However, beneath this seemingly peaceful appearance, a tumultuous wave of emotions was quietly surging between Xiang Kun and Xiao Lingling.

With a heart both anxious and passionate, Xiang Kun found Xiao Lingling in the Scripture Pavilion. Sunlight streamed through the carved window lattice, casting dappled light and shadow, perfectly highlighting Xiao Lingling, surrounding her with a dreamlike aura.

Looking at Xiao Lingling before him, Xiang Kun felt his heart pounding like a drum, his lips trembling slightly, yet seemed drawn by an invisible force, slowly moving closer. He held the ”Wonderful Dharma Lotus Sutra” solemnly in both hands, its pages worn slightly yellowed by the passing years, exuding an ancient and solemn aura.