King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 1248: Chapter 321: The East Sea Wields the Blade to Quell the Japanese Chaos, the Northern Frontier Raises the Sword to Protect the People

“He killed my father, I’ll make sure he suffers a thousand cuts!” Xie Zhichuan suddenly turned around, with the moon casting a sinister shadow on his face, “Even if he becomes an immortal, I’ll pull him down from the clouds!”

His voice carried a deep-seated venom, each word squeezed out between his teeth. Li Wuduo extended her slender finger, gently pressing against his trembling lips, “Don’t rush, we need foolproof plans. Cause chaos in the Naiman Tribe?”

She let out a slight snicker, the Silver Snake Whip deftly twirling in her hand, “Shi Feiyang has stationed all the elite of the Heroic Sakura Association in Wulang City, even Western Region killers from the Imperial Court returned defeated, are we heading to our deaths?” She leaned close to Xie Zhichuan’s ear, her breath fragrant as orchids, “However, we can borrow someone else’s knife to kill.” Xie Zhichuan’s pupils shrank suddenly, grabbing her wrist, “You’re saying…”

“Nuerhachi.” Li Wuduo’s fingertip brushed across his hand, leaving a faint red mark under the moonlight, “That barbarian is ambitious, devouring the Four Western Sea Tribes. We’ll send some money and grain to assist him, first eliminate the Lindan Tribe. Without this left and right arm, how long can the Naiman Tribe remain arrogant?”

Her eyes flashed with a ruthless light, “Furthermore, Shi Feiyang and Princess Gugla of Lindan share deep affections, this move not only clips his wings but also confuses his mind.” Xie Zhichuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly sneered, “What a poisonous plan! But that’s not enough! I want to see Shi Feiyang’s reputation completely ruined!”

He clenched the broken sword, the blade let out a groan under the pressure.

Li Wuduo clapped and laughed, the Silver Snake Whip suddenly wrapped around Xie Zhichuan’s neck, “Xiaochuan truly understands me. The Sea Sand Gang and the King of Ryukyu have longstanding relations, we’ll invite Shi Feiyang to Ryukyu under the guise of a joint anti-Japanese stance. Shi Feiyang prides himself on righteousness, how could he refuse?”

Her voice grew more subdued, “Once he steps into a foreign land, unfamiliar with everything, we will only need to at the signing ceremony…”

Her fingertip mimicked a throat-cutting motion, “We’ll kill the Prince of Ryukyu and frame him. By then, Ryukyu Warriors, the Imperial Court’s dogs, and various revenge seekers from Jianghu will surely make him unable to escape even with wings!”

Xie Zhichuan’s neck veins bulged, but he didn’t struggle, instead he laughed heartily, “Good! Good! Elder Li indeed has a brilliant plan! Shi Feiyang, oh Shi Feiyang, this time I’ll let you know what it’s like to offend me!”

His laughter echoed in the ruins, startling countless night birds, the flapping of wings interweaving with his laughter, resembling a bizarre funeral song.

As the night grew deeper, the two conspired in the ruins for a long time, devising numerous vicious schemes.

Before leaving, Li Wuduo looked back at the dilapidated Divine Sword Manor and murmured softly, “Xie Luo Jia, Dugu Yan, your son is a hundred times more ruthless than you! Shi Feiyang, this game has only just begun…”

Her figure gradually disappeared into the night, leaving only Xie Zhichuan, holding the broken sword, gazing northward—towards the direction of the Naiman Tribe, the starting point of his road to vengeance.

In late autumn, Gusu City seemed like an ink painting soaked by a masterful artist.

Mist rose in layers over the moat, rendering the silhouette of Hanshan Temple’s pagoda hazy and poetic. The ginkgo leaves lining the streets turned golden, rustling in the autumn wind, covering the flagstone roads as if draping the ancient city in a soft brocade.

Inside the vermillion walls, the scent of Osmanthus mingled with the rich aroma of chrysanthemum wine, intertwining with the long calls of vendors to form a unique rhythm of Gusu.

In the vast Shi Mansion, towering cedar trees stood beside the emerald lake, with beams of fragmented sunlight weaving a mottled shadow on the recliner.

Shi Feiyang was dressed in a white robe, reclining on the chair, playing with a simple jade pendant, his demeanor relaxed and leisurely.

Eight-year-old Shi Yuyan had two horn braids, her cherubic face brimming with innocent and vivid smiles. She wore a light pink skirt embroidered with butterflies, running joyfully around the lakeside, her bell-like laughter echoing in the courtyard.

“Brother! Brother! You can’t catch me!” Shi Yuyan called out teasingly over her shoulder at Shi Feiyang as she ran.

Shi Feiyang shook his head with a helpless smile, “Yu Yan, don’t just play around, it’s time to study. The teacher says your writing hasn’t been as neat as before lately.”

Little Yu Yan stuck out her tongue, running with even more enthusiasm, “No, no! Studying is so boring, it’s not as fun as playing in the yard!”

Just then, a sound as light as a feather swept by; “Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen used the “Feixu Qingyan Technique,” drifting down like a specter. He wore tight-fitting black clothes, landing without making a sound, only the Flying Eagle Dart at his waist glimmering in the sunlight with a chilling glow.