Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 221. The Hero Returns: Two Beauties Shed Tears, Their Love Affair Lingers with Shi Feiyang
At this moment, the icy water had reached knee-deep, and the rushing current was like a raging beast, relentlessly assaulting everyone present. Those present lost their footing, their bodies swaying violently with the force of the water, like fragile willow branches in the wind, seemingly on the verge of being uprooted at any moment.

Wu Zhong's guilt was like a surging tide, almost completely overwhelming him.

His lips trembled violently as he tried to express something, but just as he was about to speak, a torrent of water rushed into his throat, causing him to cough violently.

His face was filled with pain and self-reproach, an expression that seemed to convey to everyone present a strong desire for him to bear all the suffering in their place. His eyes were filled with regret, a longing for time to turn back, to prevent himself from falling into this crisis and from implicating his companions.

Xiao Lingling clung tightly to Wu Zhong, her hands gripping the iron bars of the cage like iron clamps, her fingernails turning white from the force.

She tried to stay steady, but the force of the water was too strong, and her body still swayed involuntarily.

Although fear was evident in her eyes, a fear that shrouded her like a dark cloud, her greatest concern was for Wu Zhong. Her gaze remained fixed on him, trying to give him strength through her eyes, to help him persevere in this desperate situation.

Lie Quan still gripped the "Qiankun Blade" tightly in his hand. Although the blade could no longer display its former power in the face of the surging water and the sturdy cage, he seemed to be holding onto his last hope.

He gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound, glaring at the rising water level, his eyes seemingly spitting fire. He cursed, "Kang Sheng, you bunch of scoundrels, you'll all die a horrible death!"

His voice, hoarse with anger and despair, sounded so small yet so resolute amidst the roar of the surging water.

The water had already reached their waists, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. Each breath felt like pulling at the last bit of strength in their bodies.

They had to stand on tiptoe, using all their strength to keep their heads above water. With each breath, they could feel the icy water rushing down their throats, the coldness like sharp blades piercing their throats, causing extreme discomfort.

As the water level continued to rise, everyone's bodies were gradually submerged, with only their heads barely above the surface.

Their lips were frozen purple, and their breathing was rapid and heavy; each breath was a final struggle against death.

Liao Pei gripped the iron bar tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, almost embedding themselves in the bar.

He gasped for breath, his chest heaving, but his eyes shone with an indomitable light: "Brothers, we can't just drown like this, we have to find a way out!"

However, all that answered him was the sound of surging water and the desperate gasps of the crowd. The world was plunged into a deathly silence, with only the relentless flow of water proclaiming their desperate situation.

By this time, the water was almost up to everyone's mouths, and they could only desperately tilt their heads back, stretching their necks out to keep their noses and mouths above the water so they could breathe in as much air as possible.

Every breath felt like a race against death, every second precious. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, but also with a yearning for life, a yearning like a glimmer of light in the darkness, sustaining them through the icy water.

As the surging waters relentlessly submerged the cage, and the shadow of death loomed heavily over the heroes like dark clouds, Shi Feiyang steeled his resolve, a flash of determination in his eyes that, like lightning, instantly pierced the dark night sky.

He knew that this was a critical moment of life and death, and if they did not fight with all their might, everyone would perish here.

Therefore, he resolutely activated the highest level of Mingyu Gong – “Wuji Shura”.

At this moment, the water poured into the Heavenly Prison had completely submerged the Xiong Ying heroes, thus protecting them.

Shi Feiyang's face was solemn and frosty, as if covered by a thick layer of frost, which made people shudder.

His eyebrows were tightly furrowed together, resembling two majestic mountain peaks, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

His eyes revealed a desperate resolve, a willingness to risk his life to save his brothers and sisters.

His aura suddenly underwent a dramatic change. His previously restrained aura erupted instantly, like a powerful storm that rapidly spread outwards from him.

He slowly raised his hands above his head, through the cold, hard iron bars of the cage, palms facing upwards.

His arm trembled slightly, not from fear or cold, but from gathering the immense internal energy within him.

His muscles tensed, veins bulged, and every inch of his skin trembled with the power about to erupt. In an instant, a powerful and mysterious aura emanated from him, spreading rapidly like a surging tide.

The originally dark and oppressive prison seemed to be shrouded in an invisible and cold frost, and a chilling aura of killing intent permeated the air.

That chilling aura could freeze one's soul, instilling immense fear in people.

The temperature plummeted, as if we had instantly plunged into the depths of an ice cellar, where every breath of air was frozen into sharp ice crystals.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy snowfall began, the snowflakes as dense and heavy as goose feathers, drifting down in a flurry. In the blink of an eye, the entire world outside the Heavenly Prison was dyed a silvery white, resembling a snow-covered purgatory.

The Imperial Guards, still brimming with the arrogance of victors, looked triumphantly at the heroes in their cages, eagerly anticipating their drowning. Their faces wore mocking smiles, ridiculing the heroes' overestimation of their abilities.

But this sudden change plunged them into extreme terror.

Snowflakes fell on them, like hot irons, instantly freezing into ice. Their hair and eyebrows were covered in frost, as if time had cast a spell on them, turning them into white-haired old people in an instant.

Some of the Imperial Guards were about to cry out in alarm when they found their mouths frozen stiff, unable to open, only able to utter indistinct, intermittent sounds. Those sounds were so faint and desperate in the icy snow.

Their bodies trembled violently and uncontrollably, their feet seemingly nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch.

Under this extreme cold, the weapons in their hands were also frozen, losing their original sharpness and luster, becoming extremely fragile and easily broken with the slightest touch.

Shi Feiyang still exuded the chilling and mysterious aura of "Wuji Shura," but he was not satisfied. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes as he secretly pondered: If he wanted to completely turn the tide and save everyone, he would need to unleash an even stronger killing move.

So, in this desolate, icy landscape, he resolutely unleashed the "Divine Dragon Claw Technique".

He suddenly grabbed at the air with both hands, as if he wanted to tear the entire sky down.

In the palm of his hand, a layer of dazzling golden light instantly appeared, like the rising sun at dawn, bright and dazzling, or like the shimmering scales on a divine dragon, radiating a mysterious and powerful force that seemed to penetrate the endless darkness and cold.

His eyes were like lightning, sharp enough to see through everything, fixed on the iron bar on the cage, which was as thick as a bowl.

As he began to grasp and squeeze, a series of crackling sounds suddenly filled the air. The sound was like countless taut strings being snapped by a powerful force in an instant, or like the crisp cracking sound of a thousand-year-old layer of ice breaking in an instant. It was sharp and piercing, as if it wanted to completely tear apart this deathly silent prison.

Under the influence of his unparalleled internal force, the iron branches began to twist and deform as if they were noodles being manipulated by an invisible giant hand. The rust that had accumulated over the years on the surface of the iron branches peeled off under the impact of this powerful force, like withered leaves falling in the cold air.

It's not easy to perform martial arts in deep water. Shi Feiyang gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulging out as he exerted himself, like two hard stones.

The veins on his forehead bulged out like winding snakes, each one seemingly channeling boundless power into him.

Every grasp contains immense power.

His arm muscles were taut, veins standing out prominently, like a lurking dragon. Sweat rolled down his forehead, instantly freezing into ice beads in the extreme cold, shimmering with an eerie light under the dazzling golden glow.

Finally, a deafening "crack" resounded, like the tolling of a great bell, so loud it made everyone's eardrums ache, and the entire prison trembled with the sound. He had forcefully snapped an iron rod in two, the broken pieces jagged and uneven, like the ferocious fangs of a wild beast, gleaming with a cold, icy light.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third... iron bars broke one after another under his divine power, creating a gap in the cage large enough for a person to pass through.

The broken iron rod fell into the water, splashing up sprays of water. But in this icy environment, the water splashes were instantly frozen into ice, like ice flowers blooming in hell.

The heroes struggled to their feet and witnessed this scene. Their previously dim eyes instantly ignited with sparks of hope, like torches burning brightly in the darkness, illuminating their path and giving them hope for survival.

Shi Feiyang shouted, "Brothers, charge out!"

His voice was firm and powerful, like a resounding bell piercing through the deathly silence of the icy world and reaching everyone's ears.

At his shouts, the crowd surged toward the breach. They supported each other, struggling forward in the icy water.

Some of the brothers, staggering from the cold and exhaustion, nearly fell, but were caught by their comrades. Their eyes were filled with determination and trust; in this life-or-death moment, their combined strength became a powerful driving force for their progress.

At this moment, the more than 10,000 Imperial Guards outside the prison collapsed one after another in the face of the extreme cold and Shi Feiyang's terrifyingly powerful martial arts.

Some of them were frozen into ice sculptures, their expressions of terror unchanged, standing in the snow, telling of their fear and despair at this sudden disaster; others, in their attempts to escape, were struck down by suddenly breaking ice pillars, letting out painful groans, their groans sounding so weak and desperate in this icy world.

The snow-covered ground was littered with the corpses of Imperial Guards and broken weapons, a scene of utter desolation, a gruesome depiction of hell, too painful to behold. Kang Fusheng, Xiang Yushan, and Lü Yuan, the three most skilled fighters in the capital, were filled with terror at the sight of the perilous situation.

The rehabilitation patient's face instantly turned ashen, as if all the blood had been drained from him. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but in the cold air, the sweat quickly froze into ice, like glistening pearls, yet exuding endless chill.

His lips trembled, and his voice trembled as he said, "Hurry, or it will be too late!"

Xiang Yushan and Lü Yuan both looked grim, their eyes filled with fear and despair. They knew that Shi Feiyang's martial arts had reached a terrifying level that they could not withstand.

The three dared not delay for a moment, using all their skills to desperately escape through the icy snow. Their figures gradually disappeared in the swirling snow, leaving only a scene of devastation and the frozen Imperial Guards, telling the world the story of this thrilling battle.

Shi Feiyang and the heroes finally broke free of their cages and thought they had found a way to survive in the icy and snowy landscape.

However, just as they were catching their breath and preparing to leave, a muffled rumbling sound suddenly came from the frozen ground of the prison, as if an ancient beast was awakening underground.

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they looked around warily. Cracks began to appear on the ground, spreading rapidly, and icy cold air, carrying a pungent odor, billowed out from the cracks.

Immediately afterwards, sharp ice spikes slowly rose from the crack. The ice spikes were crystal clear, yet they emitted a deadly cold light.

These ice spikes grew extremely rapidly, quickly covering the entire prison floor like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, completely sealing off everyone's escape route. At the same time, the snow that had been frozen at the top of the prison began to fall under the influence of a mysterious force, forming a terrifying avalanche. The snow flowed like a surging white tide, sweeping towards the group.

Shi Feiyang's face was solemn as he shouted, "Brothers, form a circle and protect each other!" The heroes quickly followed his instructions, forming a tight circle back to back, gripping their weapons tightly and watching their surroundings warily.

Shi Feiyang once again activated the "Mingyu Skill," attempting to use his internal energy to resist the sudden attack of ice and snow.

However, the avalanche was too powerful; snow continued to fall on them, and their bodies began to sink slightly, disappearing into the cold snowdrifts. While fleeing, Kang Fusheng, Xiang Yushan, and Lü Yuan suddenly heard a violent sound behind them.

They stopped and looked back, only to see the direction of the prison shrouded in a white snow mist, with the towering ice spikes and surging snowflakes faintly visible. A hint of surprise flashed in Xiang Yushan's eyes as he said, "Perhaps Shi Feiyang and the others have been buried alive!"

Lu Yuan frowned and said with a worried look, "If that's really the case, it would save us trouble, but I always feel that things are not that simple."

The rehabilitation patient gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what, let's go back and get reinforcements. If they're still alive, we absolutely cannot let them escape!"

The three turned around and quickened their pace, running away as fast as they could.

Inside the prison, Shi Feiyang resisted the impact of the avalanche while observing his surroundings.

He discovered that the ice spikes seemed to be controlled by some force, constantly approaching their location.

The ice spikes collided with each other, making a crisp sound that sounded particularly eerie in the icy and snowy landscape.

Shi Feiyang inwardly groaned. Now they had to fend off the avalanche and guard against ice spikes, and everyone's strength was rapidly being depleted. If this continued, they would likely not be able to hold on. At this moment, Liao Pei, exhausted from withstanding the weight of the accumulated snow for so long, almost collapsed due to her weak legs.

Lie Quan, who was standing beside him, quickly supported him and said anxiously, "Brother Liao, hang in there!" Liao Pei was pale and panting heavily, saying, "I...I can still hold on."

Xiao Lingling clung tightly to Wu Zhong. Although Wu Zhong was still recovering from his injuries, he braced himself to shield Xiao Lingling from the falling snow. His eyes were filled with worry, not only for his own safety and the safety of everyone else, but also for Xiao Lingling's predicament.

The snowfall grew stronger and stronger, already reaching above the waists of the group, making their movements increasingly difficult.

Shi Feiyang made up his mind and decided to take the risk.

He took a deep breath and simultaneously pushed both the "Bright Jade Skill" and the "Divine Dragon Claw Skill" to their limits. A powerful light emanated from his body, shattering the snow and ice spikes wherever it touched. The assembled heroes felt a pang of heartache upon seeing this.

However, the ice spikes seemed to have slowed down.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the group helped each other and struggled to move towards the exit of the prison.

Just as they were about to reach the exit, a huge ice wall suddenly rose from the ground, blocking their way.

The ice wall towered into the clouds, its surface as smooth as a mirror, making it impossible to climb. Shi Feiyang looked at the ice wall, a hint of resentment in his eyes.

The Frostblade in his hand gleamed coldly as he slashed fiercely at the ice wall. With a loud "bang," only a shallow crack appeared in the ice wall; it was not cleaved open. The group was plunged into deeper despair. Surrounded by ice and snow spikes, and blocked by the ice wall ahead, the shadow of death once again loomed over them.

Just as everyone was staring at the towering ice wall, filled with despair, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, raised the Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand high once more, and slashed at the ice wall with all his might.

With a deafening roar, the Frost Blade, carrying a powerful blade aura, hurtled out, tearing the air apart wherever it passed. A deafening boom followed, and a massive crack appeared in the ice wall under this powerful attack, scattering ice fragments like an ice storm.

Shi Feiyang flashed forward and charged towards the crevice, shouting, "Brothers, charge out!"

Upon hearing this, the heroes were invigorated. Supporting each other, they mustered their last strength and rushed toward the crack in the ice wall.

The sky over the capital still carried the faint, warm breath of spring. The clear blue sky was like a piece of warm, lustrous jade, leisurely spreading over the city.

However, a sudden change occurred, as if an invisible yet powerful giant hand had begun to quietly stir up the winds and clouds between heaven and earth.

At first, layers of dark clouds surged up on the horizon, resembling splashed ink, rapidly rolling and spreading, swallowing up the azure sky at an incredible speed. At the same time, a biting wind howled in from the distant north, like a ferocious beast letting out a deafening roar.

The cold wind, as if carrying icy blades, swept through the streets and alleys, causing everything in its path to shiver.

The trees lining the street swayed wildly in the biting wind, rustling and shaking as if protesting the sudden change in their weather. Then, snowflakes began to fall in a flurry.

At first, the snowflakes were just a few scattered pieces, drifting lightly in the air like willow catkins.

But in an instant, the snowfall suddenly intensified, with large flakes of snow falling densely from the sky like goose feathers.

The entire capital city seemed shrouded in a layer of pure white gauze, becoming dreamlike and ethereal. The people in the city were originally busy with their own livelihoods in the streets and alleys, either haggling over prices at the market or leisurely sipping fragrant tea in teahouses.

However, the sudden drop in temperature and snowfall caught them off guard. Pedestrians stopped in their tracks, looked up, and stared at the swirling snowflakes with astonishment and bewilderment.

An elderly vegetable vendor, still clutching a bunch of greens tightly in his hand, was stunned into standing still by the heavy snow, muttering to himself, "What's going on? Why is it suddenly snowing so heavily?"

A moment later, everyone seemed to wake up from a dream and quickened their pace, rushing home.

The streets instantly descended into chaos, with footsteps and shouts mingling together.

The children ran and played excitedly in the snow, but their anxious parents grabbed them and rushed them home.

Back home, people quickly lit the charcoal stove. The glowing red embers danced merrily in the firebox, radiating warmth.

The family sat around the charcoal stove, watching the heavy snow falling outside the window, their hearts filled with doubt and worry about this strange weather.

Inside the prison, Shi Feiyang's expression was solemn and frost-like, yet it also revealed a hint of determination, like an ancient pine tree that stands firm in the cold night.

He slowly squatted down, his movements gentle yet steady and powerful, and steadily carried Wu Zhong on his back.

Wu Zhong's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color. His body was so weak that he resembled a candle flickering in the wind, almost without any strength. He could only lean limply against Shi Feiyang's back, his eyes closed and his breath faint.

Shi Feiyang gently patted Wu Zhong, the gesture full of concern and comfort, and said in a low voice, "Brother Wu, we'll go back to the branch now, and we'll definitely be able to heal your injuries." Although his voice was not loud, it was like a warm current, bringing hope to Wu Zhong.

Having said that, he straightened his back, like a majestic mountain peak, exuding a calm and powerful aura. Leading his troops, he strode confidently out of the gloomy and terrifying Jinyiwei water prison, which was filled with the aura of death.

Along the way, the heroes followed closely behind Shi Feiyang. Their eyes held both the relief of surviving a disaster, a relief like the warm sun after a catastrophe, dispelling the gloom in their hearts, and a deep respect for Shi Feiyang, a respect like a surging river, never ending.

The group headed to the "Fine Brew House" of the Xiong Ying Society's capital branch. The streets were deserted and seemed particularly quiet.

Inside the "Fine Wine Shop," Yang Xueer and Lu Hongye waited anxiously.

From the moment Shi Feiyang went to save people, their hearts were tightly bound together, as if they were being pulled by an invisible thread.

Yang Xue'er paced back and forth in the room, her eyes filled with anxiety and worry. Her hands clenched unconsciously, her nails almost digging into her palms. Lu Hongye sat quietly in a chair, staring blankly at the doorway, her lips trembling slightly, murmuring to herself from time to time, "Shi Lang, you must come back safely." The image of Shi Feiyang in danger kept flashing through their minds, and their worries surged like a tidal wave.

Finally, Shi Feiyang appeared at the entrance of "Mei Niang Fang".

Yang Xueer and Lu Hongye's eyes lit up instantly, sparkling with surprise, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Without hesitation, they rushed over, like two joyful little birds fluttering towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang gently put Wu Zhong down. Before he could even stand up straight, Yang Xue'er and Lu Hong'er rushed forward and hugged him tightly.

Yang Xue'er wrapped her arms tightly around Shi Feiyang, as if afraid he would disappear again. She buried her head in Shi Feiyang's chest, tears streaming down her face, and said excitedly, "Shi Lang, you're finally back! Do you know how worried we were about you?"

Lu Hongye nestled beside Shi Feiyang, gripping his arm tightly with both hands. Her eyes were filled with tears of emotion as she choked out, "Shi Lang, Xue'er and I worry about you every moment, afraid that something might happen to you."

As they spoke, disregarding the gazes of others, the two women tiptoed and gently kissed Shi Feiyang's cheeks. Their eyes were completely immersed in tears of excitement, tears filled with deep love and worry for Shi Feiyang.

After taking the pill, Liao Pei, the master of Tongbei Fist, let out a long sigh and said, "Chief, we owe you so much this time! If it weren't for your use of the Mingyu Skill, we would have really lost our lives. This Mingyu Skill is truly remarkable, it's simply a stroke of genius!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and praises rose and fell.

Then, Shi Feiyang carefully took out the Tianshan Snow Lotus Water.

He gently unbuttoned Wu Zhong's clothes, revealing that Wu Zhong was covered in wounds, both new and old, a shocking sight.

Shi Feiyang frowned, his eyes filled with heartache. As he cleaned Wu Zhong's wound with Tianshan Snow Lotus Water, he said, "Brother Wu, bear with it, it will be over soon." Wu Zhong gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

At this moment, Lie Quan, known as "Qiankun Dao," stepped forward and said with concern, "Brother Wu, you must hold on! We all hope for your speedy recovery."

After treating Wu Zhong's wounds, Shi Feiyang took out several precious pills and fed them to Wu Zhong.

He said to Xiao Lingling, "Sister Xiao, I'm leaving Brother Wu in your care. If you need anything, just let me know."

With tears in her eyes, Xiao Lingling said gratefully, "Chief, thank you. If it weren't for you, I... I really wouldn't know what to do."

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly and comforted her, "Sister Xiao, there's no need to be so polite. Brother Wu is a good brother of our Xiong Ying Society, so naturally we can't let anything happen to him. Please take good care of him, and he will surely recover soon."

After making arrangements for Wu Zhong, Shi Feiyang led the group of heroes to the main hall of the winery.

The staff had already prepared a sumptuous feast. Shi Feiyang invited everyone to sit down and said, "Everyone has worked hard. Let's eat and drink well today and leave all our troubles behind." Everyone took their seats, and soon the aroma of wine filled the air, and laughter echoed throughout the hall.

After several rounds of drinks, everyone was somewhat tipsy.

Xiang Kun, nicknamed "Iron Flute Scholar," raised his wine cup, walked up to Shi Feiyang, and said, "Chief, I toast you! Your martial arts skills, especially the Mingyu Skill, turned the tide at a critical moment and saved us all. You are the great hero of our Xiong Ying Society!"

Shi Feiyang stood up with a smile, clinked glasses with Xiang Kun, and drank it all in one gulp.

At this moment, Lu Hongye and Yang Xueer were by Shi Feiyang's side.

The two women turned to look at Shi Feiyang, their eyes revealing their deep affection for him.

Lu Hongye said softly, "Shi Lang, your bravery today truly earns my deepest respect."

Yang Xueer also said sweetly, "Yes, Brother Shi, with you here, we are not afraid of anything."

Looking at the two beauties, Shi Feiyang smiled gently and said, "It is my blessing to have you two by my side."

After a hearty meal and drinks, despite having just survived a life-or-death ordeal, a warm and united atmosphere permeated the "Fine Wine Shop." Afterwards, Shi Feiyang, hand in hand with Lu Hongye, leisurely headed to the "Mier Pavilion" near the Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the Eight Great Hutongs. Given the secrecy of the Xiong Ying Society, it was inappropriate for too many people to accompany them; moreover, the second branch of the Xiong Ying Society had not yet officially opened, and everything was still in secret preparation.

The “Millet Pavilion” is currently undergoing renovation and is radiating new vitality.

The workers bustled about, the smell of paint mingling with the fresh scent of wood.

When Wan Niang saw Shi Feiyang and Lu Hongye from afar, she immediately greeted them with a big smile.

"Young Master Shi, Miss Lu, we've been waiting for you!" Wan Niang greeted them with a smile and invited them into the tea room of "Mi Er Guan".

The tea room was decorated in an elegant and exquisite style, with the aroma of tea wafting through the air.

Wan Niang personally boiled water and brewed tea, her movements both skillful and elegant, every detail revealing her dedication. She gently placed the brewed tea in front of Shi Feiyang and Lu Hongye, saying, "Please try my newly acquired tea and see if it suits your taste."

Shi Feiyang picked up the teacup, took a sip, and immediately felt the aroma of tea. But for some reason, he gradually felt dizzy.

Lu Hongye lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushed, and occasionally looked up at Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with shyness and love.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Wan Niang suggested with a smile, "Young Master Shi, Miss Lu, today is such a beautiful day, why not hold your wedding here and now? Although my 'Mier Pavilion' is not officially open yet, the room behind the tea room has been decorated in a warm and elegant manner, which is just right to be used as a bridal chamber."

As soon as she finished speaking, a sly glint flashed in her eyes, revealing her deep concern for Lu Hongye.

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Lu Hongye. Lu Hongye had her head down, blushing like a peach blossom in spring, a rosy blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears. A thought struck Shi Feiyang; he realized that Wan Niang had drugged his tea.

Urged on by Wan Niang, the two walked hand in hand into the meticulously decorated new room.

The candlelight flickered in the new house, the red candlelight dancing on the walls, creating a soft and romantic atmosphere.

The bed was covered with brocade quilts and embroidered pillows, exuding a faint fragrance.

Lu Hongye sat timidly on the edge of the bed, her hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes.

Shi Feiyang walked slowly to her side, sat down gently, held her hand tightly, and said softly, "Hongye, it is my blessing to have you by my side today."

Lu Hongye raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes, and softly replied, "Shilang, to be able to marry you is the greatest blessing in my life."

Shi Feiyang gently untied Lu Hongye's hair, and her long, ink-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

He gently stroked Lu Hongye's cheek, and Lu Hongye closed her eyes slightly, immersed in Shi Feiyang's deep affection.

Shi Feiyang slowly approached and gently kissed Lu Hongye's forehead. Then, the two leaned on each other and began a new chapter in their lives in this warm new house. Lu Hongye happily became Mrs. Shi.

(End of this chapter)