King of Hundred Victories Saber

The pillars of air seemed almost solid, carrying powerful force, sending the approaching Jinyi Guard flying one after another.

At the same time, the Celestial Frost Blade in Shi Feiyang’s hand swiftly swung, cold light flickering like a silver lightning traversing through the crowd. He executed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, the swordsmanship fierce, within mere moments, he swung the saber eighty-one times.

The sound of ”crack” resonated continuously, like an intense drumbeat, the heads of the Jinyi Guard were instantly sliced off, blood gushing out like a fountain, drawing lines of blood in the air, creating an extremely gruesome scene.

The ground quickly filled with the corpses of the Jinyi Guard, blood pooling into small streams, gurgling as they flowed.

Seizing the chaos, Shi Feiyang found the right moment to deploy the mystical Lightweight Technique ”Deep Concealment of Body and Name.”

His figure was like a wisp of smoke, skillfully evading wave after wave of pursuers. His steps were light and nimble, moving gracefully through the light of sabers and swords, each step perfectly placed, making it difficult for anyone to grasp his movements.

Unconsciously, he arrived at a quiet palace.

This palace was shrouded in tranquility, so silent that one could hear a pin drop, with only faint, soft sighs adding a hint of mystery to the serene atmosphere.

Shi Feiyang’s heart immediately became vigilant, his gaze sharp as a hawk’s, cautiously approaching the inner chamber.

His footsteps were extremely light, each step taken with extreme caution, afraid to disturb anything.

There sat an Imperial Consort quietly at the dressing table, appearing forlorn in front of the mirror.

Her face resembled a blooming flower, stunningly beautiful, her skin fairer than snow, like the warmth of white jade.

However, deep solitude filled her eyes, this palace’s desolation had filled her heart completely.

The Imperial Consort keenly sensed someone entering and slowly turned her head to see the handsome Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang, caught off guard for a moment, slightly opened his mouth, about to explain his abrupt intrusion.

Upon seeing Shi Feiyang, the Imperial Consort’s eyes suddenly brightened, as if catching a glimpse of dawn in the dark.

In this palace, she had long been neglected by the Emperor, guarding an empty bedchamber, her heart filled with loneliness.

It had been a long time since she had seen such a righteous and charming man.

In that instant, it was as if an invisible force guided her, unexpectedly, the Imperial Consort pulled Shi Feiyang into the bed.

Shi Feiyang was startled, his body instinctively wanted to break free.

He subconsciously used force with his hands, trying to push the Consort away. But when he saw the pitiful look on her face, and the tear-light in her eyes, his heart couldn’t harden. The Consort, with tear-filled eyes, began to pour out her struggle and helplessness in the palace.

Her voice was soft and filled with lament, every word carrying infinite sadness.

Listening to the Consort’s confession, Shi Feiyang couldn’t help but feel a slight sympathy. At that moment, driven by some mysterious force, he stayed. For the next three days, Shi Feiyang and the Consort shared affectionate company, forgetting the blood and chaos outside.

In the secluded palace within the deep palace courtyard, the three days quietly passed like a dream.

During those three days, Shi Feiyang and the Consort were immersed in a world of tender affection, as if the worldly clamor had nothing to do with them, guarding this paradise that belonged only to the two of them.

In the morning, sunlight filtered through the carved window lattice, casting delicate shadows.

The Consort gradually awoke, drowsily seeing Shi Feiyang by her side.

Her lips gently curved up, revealing a sweet smile, as beautiful as a flower blooming in spring.

She gently extended her hand, warm like white jade, her fingers softly tracing Shi Feiyang’s face, from his forehead to his nose, then to his lips, the movement delicate and full of affection. Shi Feiyang, feeling the gentle touch, slowly opened his eyes, meeting the affectionate gaze of the Consort.

They exchanged smiles, in their gaze, countless words seemed to be communicated in silence.

Shi Feiyang sat up, gently embracing the Consort, his chin lightly resting on her head, deeply inhaling the elegant scent of her hair.

The Consort snuggled in his arms, wrapping her hands around his waist, softly saying, ”My love, these past few days with you felt like a beautiful dream, I truly wish time could stop at this moment forever.”

Shi Feiyang tenderly stroked her hair, softly responding, ”My beauty, I feel the same, only regretting the many disturbances in the world that prevent me from being with you always.”

The Consort raised her head, eyes glistening with tears, but she forced a smile saying, ”Let’s not talk about unhappy things; today belongs only to us.” In the afternoon, the palace was filled with a lazy atmosphere.

Shi Feiyang and the Consort sat at a stone bench in the courtyard, with delicate pastries and fragrant tea on the table.

The Consort personally picked up a teacup, took a gentle sip, then handed it to Shi Feiyang’s lips, smiling as she said, ”My love, taste this freshly brewed tea, is it good?” Shi Feiyang smiled, took a sip, and praised, ”Hmm, the tea is rich in aroma, returning with sweetness, just like you, filling my heart with joy.”

The Consort’s cheeks blushed, like the sunset in the sky, she picked up a pastry, fed it to Shi Feiyang, who opened his mouth to eat it. They looked at each other and laughed, the sound echoing in the courtyard, full of sweetness and warmth.

At night, the moonlight poured like water, filtering through the window screen onto the bed. Shi Feiyang and the Consort lay side by side, the Consort’s fingers gently drawing circles on Shi Feiyang’s chest, softly recounting the tales and legends of the palace.