King of Hundred Victories Saber

She slowly spoke, her voice gentle yet tinged with gravity: ”Master’s letter states that recently, the Hengshan Sect and Xuankong Temple have both been under attack by the Northwest Nine Poison Sect, and the situation is critical. Disciples have suffered heavy casualties, and the temples have been seriously damaged, hence the hope for assistance from the Heroic Sakura Association to repel the strong enemy and protect the integrity of the righteous Martial Arts lineage. However, now all the heroes of the Heroic Sakura have gone north to rescue Wu Zhong, and I have no forces to command at this moment. Helpless, I had no choice but to go north alone and return to my sect to see if I could, with my own strength, alleviate the sect’s crisis. I didn’t expect to encounter Shan Zhi in trouble here, and naturally I couldn’t stand by and watch, so I aided him.”

Upon hearing this, everyone sighed. In their hearts, they were both worried about the predicament of Hengshan Sect and Xuankong Temple and filled with admiration for Yili’s chivalrous actions. After some polite exchanges, the time for parting arrived.

Yili mounted her horse with agility, like a nimble flying swallow, her movements light and fluid.

She smiled and cupped her hands in farewell to everyone, her smile carrying a touch of nonchalance and heroism: ”Everyone, until we meet again.”

With that, she spurred her horse, and the steed neighed, darting off like an arrow shot from a bow toward the direction of her sect, quickly disappearing from everyone’s sight.

Xie Wen, Shan Zhi, and others all understood in their hearts that with Yili’s martial arts, there were few in the world who could rival her. Her swordsmanship was extraordinary, and her inner strength profound. What was the harm in her wandering the Jianghu alone?

After watching Yili gallop away, Xie Wen and Shan Zhi reorganized their team and continued escorting Lu Hongye toward the Capital.

The biting cold wind swept past like an invisible giant hand, wantonly lifting the dust from the ground.

Under the dim sunlight, the dust shimmered with an eerie radiance, resembling grains of golden sand, rolling and dancing in the air, enveloping everything around in a haze.

The figures of Xie Wen, Shan Zhi, and others became gradually blurred in the swirling dust and the chill of early spring until they vanished, leaving behind only a winding, distant trail of footprints, silently recounting the traces of their passage.

The warm spring sun gently spread like a thin layer of golden gauze, quietly covering the ancient and mysterious Longmen Grottoes.

Inside the grottoes, one solemn Buddha statue after another, with downcast eyes, quietly gazed at all creations of the world.

The vicissitudes of time had left indelible traces on the statues, yet they maintained an air of transcendence and serenity, as if they had grasped all secrets from past to present, silently witnessing the tides of history.

Shi Feiyang, dressed in a black tight-fitting outfit, his attire clinging closely to his upright body, further accentuating his stance like an unyielding pine tree, exuding an aura of resilience and steadfastness.

At this moment, he stepped into this mysterious place with Shi Xiong and Yang Xue’Er, his eyes filled with a moving determination and perseverance.

To search for clues about Wu Zhong’s disappearance, he was resolute in his determination to explore to the very end.

Yang Xue’Er, dressed in a pink silk dress, her hem fluttered gently in the wind, akin to a blooming peach blossom in spring, delicate and charming, exuding a captivating fragrance.

Her skin, under the sunlight, was like translucent mutton fat jade, gleaming with a warm luster; her eyes bright as stars, shimmering with dynamic light, each movement hiding countless novel ideas.

When she smiled, two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, resembling the most radiant scenery of spring, so beautiful as to be unforgettable.

At this moment, she resembled a joyful little bird, skipping beside Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with curiosity and excitement, at times glancing around, at times pausing to observe, brimming with keen interest in everything around her.

In her eyes, everything in the world was so fresh and fascinating.

Shi Xiong then followed closely behind Shi Feiyang, small in stature yet extremely agile, like a nimble little monkey.

As Shi Feiyang’s scholar’s attendant, he was diligent throughout the journey, constantly attending to the needs of Shi Feiyang and Yang Xue’Er, not daring to slacken in the slightest.

Here, he quickly and deftly tidied Shi Feiyang’s attire, meticulously smoothing out every crease in his clothing; there, he carefully handed Yang Xue’Er a water flask, his gaze full of concern and loyalty, as the master’s every need was his life’s whole purpose.

As they were wholly absorbed in their investigation, Lv Yuan, Cai Kun, and Xiang Laixiang, returning from Jiangnan to the Capital, led a team of remaining Jinyi Guards, quietly appeared as if phantoms.

Lv Yuan’s gaze was as sharp as an eagle’s, instantly capturing Shi Feiyang’s figure.

In that instant, a surge of uncontrollable joy filled his heart, as if seeing immense merit within reach.

His eyes sparkled with greed, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, eager to devour it live.

He hurried to conspire with Cai Kun and Xiang Laixiang, the three of them whispering with cunning and avarice in their eyes, like three sly foxes plotting a scheme.

Lv Yuan lowered his voice, squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth: ”That Shi Feiyang is right there. If we can capture him, we will achieve great success, and wealth and glory will be ours for the taking!”

Cai Kun and Xiang Laixiang repeatedly nodded, their faces revealing chillingly sinister smiles, plotting a malicious plan.

After some discussion, the three decided to mobilize the Jinyi Guard station and garrison in the Luoyang area, attempting to trap Shi Feiyang and others within the Longmen Grottoes.