King of Hundred Victories Saber

Liu Tingting’s beauty is like that of a poppy flower, dangerous yet irresistibly alluring to him.

He forgave Liu Tingting countless times, hoping that one day she would truly have a change of heart, but now it seems it was merely his wishful thinking. Shi Feiyang stood still for a long time, the sea breeze gently ruffled his hair, but it couldn’t dispel the melancholy in his heart.

Shi Feiyang gazed in the direction Liu Tingting had left, feeling as if a thousand-pound stone was pressed on his heart, filling his body with heavy desolation.

His brows were tightly knit, his eyes full of loneliness and reluctance, as scenes of the past with Liu Tingting flashed like a lantern carousel in his mind.

Yet, Shi Feiyang was innately resilient, with an unyielding tenacity running through his bones.

He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, attempting to bury these complex emotions deep in his heart.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, regaining the sharpness and determination they once held, having made some significant decision.

His figure spun, lightly tapping the ground, and he instantly exhibited the awe-inspiring ”Supreme Lightness Technique” known as ”A Thousand Miles Without a Trace”.

His form was like a flash of white light, streaking across the sky at an unimaginable speed, leaving only a blur of a shadow as he sped towards Qingfeng Mountain in the Jinan Prefecture.

At this time, the ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wenzheng was, as usual, patrolling Qingfeng Mountain diligently.

His eyes were like an eagle’s, scanning every corner around him cautiously, not missing the slightest anomaly.

Suddenly, his sharp gaze caught a swiftly moving figure in the distance, and with his years of honed intuition, he immediately recognized it as Shi Feiyang.

Xie Wen was overjoyed, his face flushed with excitement, and he shouted gleefully: ”Everyone, the Grand Squad Leader has returned!”

The voice, filled with boundless surprise and joy, boomed like a bell, echoing throughout the valley and drawing everyone’s attention. The previously quiet Qingfeng Mountain instantly became lively, with people whispering excitedly, their faces brimming with enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang’s newlywed wife, Yang Xue’Er, was at that moment playing chess with the Little Scholar Shi Xiong in the grass cottage of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

The board was at a stalemate, both of them fully focused on contemplating their next move.

Just then, Xie Wen’s excited shout reached them.

Upon hearing the voice, Yang Xue’Er’s originally attentive eyes lit up instantly, filled with surprise and eagerness.

The piece she was holding fell onto the board with a ”snap”, and without bothering to tidy up, she hurriedly ran out in response to the call.

Her figure was light and nimble, like a little bird returning to its nest, full of joy and longing, she eagerly rushed toward Shi Feiyang.

Her hair danced freely in the wind, her face adorned with a blissful smile, her eyes shining with a blend of happiness and longing, encapsulating all the world’s beauty in that moment.

The Sect Leader of Qingfeng Sword Sect, Zhao Qingfeng, saved many times from peril by Shi Feiyang, along with Sun Tiezhang of the Iron Palm Gang, Qian Wanying of the Flying Eagle Sect, Zhou Cangyue of the Diancang Blade Sect, Lin Yufeng of the Eight Trigrams Qimen Array, and Ma Qianli of Tracking Technique, all received the news of Shi Feiyang’s return with hearts full of gratitude.

They promptly led their respective disciples, hurrying out with quick strides.

Their faces carried solemnity and respect, their eyes brimming with gratitude and admiration for Shi Feiyang.

They assembled before Shi Feiyang, clasping their fists in salute, their demeanor exceedingly respectful.

Zhao Qingfeng stepped forward, sincerely gazing at Shi Feiyang, and said: ”Hero Shi, your return fills us with immense joy. The Qingfeng Sword Sect owes all its current success to your chivalrous assistance. Such great kindness, I, Zhao Qingfeng, will never forget.”

Sun Tiezhang also exclaimed loudly: ”Hero Shi, the Iron Palm Gang is immeasurably grateful to you. Should you ever have need of us, we’d go through hell and high water without hesitation!” Everyone chimed in, expressing their respect for Shi Feiyang.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang quickly extended his hands in a gesture of feigned support, his face wearing a humble smile, and said: ”Sect Leaders, you are too kind. I, Shi Feiyang, merely did what I could. The Martial Arts world is a single entity, mutual support is our duty. Furthermore, you all are people of chivalry, helping us often, no need for such formality.”

The ”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong, ”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi, ”Iron Flute Scholar” Xiang Kun, Little Scholar Shi Xiong and others of the heroic assembly burst into tears of excitement upon seeing Shi Feiyang return.

Miao Menlong approached, her voice slightly choked through tears: ”Grand Squad Leader, you’ve finally returned. We were all worried sick about you these past days.”

Shan Zhi also nodded, saying: ”Indeed, Grand Squad Leader, during the days you were gone, everyone felt a void in their hearts.”

Shi Xiong’s eyes were even redder, closely following behind Yang Xue’Er, saying: ”Young Master, you finally returned, both I and Sister Xue’Er missed you dearly.” Yang Xue’Er nestled tightly in Shi Feiyang’s embrace, her eyes glistening with tears, saying: ”Feiyang, you’ve finally come back. Every day of these past days, I was worried about you, afraid you’d encounter danger.”

Shi Feiyang gently stroked Yang Xue’Er’s hair, softly saying: ”Xue’Er, I’ve made you worry. But here I am, back safe and sound. From now on, I’ll never let you worry about me again.”

Witnessing this warm moment, everyone felt happy for Shi Feiyang and Yang Xue’Er, and their respect for Shi Feiyang deepened. After some cheerful exchanges with everyone, Shi Feiyang, wearing a gentle smile, softly mentioned wanting to accompany Yang Xue’Er back to visit her family at the Liaodong Qingfeng Pavilion.