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

Chapter 225. Sword Qi Soars: Shi Feiyang's Life Hangs by a Thread, Liu Tingting's Killing Intent Reaches the Sky.

Shi Feiyang and Liu Tingting were like two stars that suddenly fell from the vast sky, descending with tremendous momentum onto a towering mountain peak that seemed to pierce the heavens.

Shi Feiyang's feet landed firmly on the ground, just like a majestic mountain rooted there, solid and powerful. The moment he landed, there was a muffled "boom" that stirred up a large cloud of dust, as if a small sandstorm had been stirred up on flat ground. The dust swirled wildly in the fierce mountain wind.

He stood tall and straight, gently yet firmly protecting Lan Xiaodie behind him without hesitation.

At this moment, his gaze was like that of a sharp eagle in the night sky, fixed on Liu Tingting who was suspended in mid-air.

Shi Feiyang parted his lips slightly and questioned sharply, "Liu Tingting, what exactly do you intend to do? Why did you suddenly turn on us so ruthlessly?" His voice was like a resounding bell, carrying endless majesty and anger, echoing back and forth on the empty and desolate mountaintop where the wind howled, and lingering for a long time.

Lan Xiaodie cowered behind Shi Feiyang's broad back, her whole body pale with fear.

Her once bright eyes were now wide open, filled with fear and unease, like a lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, like a leaf falling in the autumn wind, and her lips quivered, emitting a faint, trembling sound. Having just escaped death, she was now facing this sudden turn of events, and her heart was completely filled with fear. Instinctively, she gripped Shi Feiyang's clothes tightly.

That corner of her dress became her only lifeline in the midst of the raging storm, and she gripped it so tightly that her knuckles turned slightly white.

Liu Tingting hovered in mid-air, her figure light yet exuding a chilling killing intent. She looked down at Shi Feiyang and Lan Xiaodie, a ferocious smile twisting her face, a smile that seemed to come from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.

She screamed, "Shi Feiyang, you treacherous and shameless scoundrel! Who is this woman you're holding in your arms? How could you be so heartless and ungrateful, finding a new love so quickly and completely forgetting me? Today, I will make sure this woman disappears from your side completely, so you can taste the bitterness of being abandoned!"

Her voice was sharp and piercing, like a razor-sharp dagger cutting across the silent mountaintop, carrying a deep sense of resentment.

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Tingting's hands moved with incredible speed, like phantoms, instantly unleashing her fearsome "Holy Water Divine Skill." From her palms, a crystal-clear liquid, resembling the purest water in the world, slowly emerged.

The liquid emitted a faint blue light, a deep and mysterious blue light, like twinkling stars in the night sky, exuding a deadly allure.

The liquid rapidly condensed in mid-air, instantly transforming into streaks of aquamarine light. These lights, like agile snakes, carried a world-destroying aura and shot towards Shi Feiyang and Lan Xiaodie like lightning.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the air was torn apart by an invisible giant hand, making a hissing sound and groaning in pain.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Tingting's figure flashed suddenly, so fast that it was a blur before one's eyes.

A crystal-clear longsword had appeared in her hand without her noticing. The blade of the longsword resembled flowing water, shimmering with a strange and cold light. It was the Divine Water Sword that made her famous.

She parted her lips slightly and let out a delicate shout, her voice as clear as a nightingale's song, yet carrying endless killing intent.

The longsword danced in her hand, and in an instant, the sword shadows overlapped one after another, as dense as a woven net. Each sword shadow was like a blue lotus blooming on the ice field, beautiful yet deadly, and it attacked Shi Feiyang swiftly.

Her swordsmanship was extremely fierce. Every strike was accompanied by a whistling wind, which sounded like the roar of countless evil spirits, intending to cut Shi Feiyang down in an instant.

Shi Feiyang was shocked by the fierce attack that was like a storm and dared not relax his guard in the slightest.

He suddenly shouted, "Lan Xiaodie, run away!"

The voice carried an undeniable resolve.

Upon hearing this, a complex expression flashed in Lan Xiaodie's eyes. Although Shi Feiyang had rescued her from danger many times, the hatred for Shi Feiyang who killed her father remained deep in her heart.

At this critical moment, she felt a mix of emotions, but she also understood that Shi Feiyang had many enemies, each with high martial arts skills, and she might not be able to end Shi Feiyang's life at all.

Thinking it over, she bit her lip, turned around, and fled frantically down the mountain.

Seeing Lan Xiaodie leave, Shi Feiyang felt slightly relieved. He took a deep breath and activated the ninth level of the Mingyu Gong – “Limitless Asura”.

In an instant, a layer of rich, almost tangible jade-colored light emanated from his body. Within this light, there was a powerful, mysterious, and awe-inspiring aura, as if it were the power of an ancient deity.

As the Mingyu Gong was rapidly activated at an astonishing speed, the temperature on the mountaintop plummeted as if it had encountered an extreme cold storm.

The surrounding scenery seemed to be under a spell, instantly covered in frost. The once lush flowers, grasses and trees were transformed in the blink of an eye into crystal-clear ice sculptures, shimmering with a cold light under the sunlight.

A thick, smooth layer of ice quickly formed on the ground, and beneath it, one could see the flowing chill.

However, to Shi Feiyang's astonishment, Liu Tingting seemed completely unaware of the harsh, freezing environment.

Her movements were graceful, like a plum blossom blooming proudly in the snow, resilient and beautiful, yet exuding a deadly aura. A cold smile played on her lips as she continued to launch an even fiercer attack on Shi Feiyang with her sword.

Shi Feiyang's heart sank, and he knew he was in trouble. But he was resolute by nature and did not back down.

With a flash of cold light, the Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand resembled a silver lightning bolt piercing the darkness as he unleashed his renowned Hundred Victories Blade Technique, which had shaken the martial world.

He roared, his voice like thunder, and his blade flashed like a bolt of lightning as it slashed towards Liu Tingting.

His swordsmanship was incredibly sharp; each strike carried immense force, allowing him to withstand Liu Tingting's overwhelming attacks.

However, Liu Tingting, as an immortal, is now much stronger than before. Compared with Shi Feiyang, who has cultivated the Tai Xuan Scripture many times and is a half-human, half-immortal, the difference between them is like heaven and earth.

Compared to Liu Tingting's exquisite Divine Water Sword Technique and the immensely powerful "Holy Water Divine Skill," Shi Feiyang's Hundred Victory Saber Technique and "Three Poison-Breaking Forms" appeared utterly pale and powerless.

Liu Tingting's swordsmanship was like flowing clouds and water, natural and smooth yet full of hidden killing moves. She could always skillfully avoid Shi Feiyang's knife moves, causing his attacks to miss repeatedly.

At the same time, the light emitted by her "Holy Water Divine Skill" not only contained powerful immortal magic, but also contained strange and unpredictable supernatural techniques, constantly eroding Shi Feiyang's defenses like a tide.

Shi Feiyang felt as if he were in the midst of a raging storm, and could be swallowed up by the surging waves at any moment.

Shi Feiyang was caught in Liu Tingting's fierce and relentless offensive, and his situation became increasingly difficult. In his long and dangerous career in the martial arts world, he had experienced countless bloody battles, but he had never been as disheveled as he was now.

His body was riddled with open wounds, and bright red blood gushed out, quickly staining his clothes crimson. The bright red color stood out starkly against the snow-covered mountaintop, like red spider lilies blooming on the edge of hell.

Even so, Shi Feiyang still clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulging out from the effort, his steel teeth seeming capable of crushing steel.

His eyes burned with an indomitable flame, and he held only one unwavering belief in his heart: to protect Lan Xiaodie.

He brandished the Frostblade in his hand, its blade gleaming with a cold light, adding to the chilling aura in the icy snow. Each swing created a whistling sound as he tried to deflect Liu Tingting's overwhelming attacks. At the same time, he keenly observed Liu Tingting's every move, attempting to find a flaw in her impenetrable defenses.

However, Liu Tingting was now completely consumed by madness and desperation. The intense flames of jealousy burned fiercely, incinerating her reason. The crystal-clear longsword in her hand gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light under the sunlight, like a serpent lurking in the darkness, poised to strike, exuding a deadly aura.

Suddenly, the longsword trembled violently, its tip like a cold glint, carrying boundless killing intent, and with the force of a thunderbolt, it pierced straight towards Shi Feiyang's throat.

This sword strike, imbued with all her power and her deep-seated hatred for Shi Feiyang, carried an unstoppable, overwhelming force that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart. Wherever it passed, the air was forcibly ripped apart by an invisible hand, emitting a hissing sound—the air itself groaning in pain.

As Shi Feiyang saw the fierce sword coming, his pupils suddenly contracted, as if two cold stars had instantly condensed.

In this critical moment of life and death, he reacted extremely quickly, almost instinctively drawing his Heavenly Frost Blade horizontally.

His arm muscles were taut, veins bulging, as he tried to block Liu Tingting's potentially fatal blow with his renowned and powerful swordsmanship. A deafening clang rang out, a sound like a resounding bell or a thunderclap, echoing across the desolate, howling mountaintop, lingering for a long time, making one's eardrums ache.

However, to everyone's surprise, the power contained in Liu Tingting's sword strike far exceeded ordinary people's imagination.

It not only incorporates her profound and powerful internal energy, but also includes mysterious and elusive magic.

The sword energy seemed to possess its own consciousness, like a wisp of smoke, agile and strange, easily penetrating the seemingly indestructible defense of the Heavenly Frost Blade, and still advancing with unstoppable momentum, heading straight for Shi Feiyang's throat.

Shi Feiyang felt a chilling cold rush towards him, as if it came from the deepest hell, instantly enveloping his heart and causing it to clench. An unprecedented sense of despair surged into his heart like a raging tide, completely overwhelming him.

At this critical moment when the situation was extremely precarious, all the superb martial arts skills and exquisite internal energy cultivation techniques that Shi Feiyang had practiced in his daily life seemed so pale and powerless in the face of this deadly threat.

His mind went blank, and he instinctively closed his eyes. Countless memories flashed by like a revolving lantern: the sweet and tender times he spent with Yang Xue'er; the scenes of him and Lu Hongye walking hand in hand, facing life and death together amidst sword fights; his past love and affection with Yi Li, and the regrettable misunderstandings that followed; the moments he shared with Qi Meizhen, envisioning the future and planning a beautiful future; the complex and entangled relationship with Bai Zhi, filled with love and hate; and all the little things he had experienced along the way.

At this moment, he realized with absolute clarity that he had no chance of escaping under the unstoppable sword energy. The shadow of death, like a giant beast with bared fangs and claws, completely enveloped him, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Driven by the most primal and instinctive human desire to survive, Shi Feiyang involuntarily raised his left hand, attempting to use his last bit of strength to resist the deadly sword energy.

His left hand trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the body's natural reaction on the verge of life and death.

At this moment, he had no other thoughts in his mind except for that strong desire for life, like a glimmer of light in the darkness, which sustained him in his final struggle.

Just as that wisp of sword energy was about to touch Shi Feiyang's throat, something extremely strange happened without warning.

The dragon pagoda on the ring on his left middle finger was struck precisely by Liu Tingting's sword energy.

In an instant, a deafening "bang" rang out, a sound like thunder from the ancient wilderness.

Its power was so great that it caused the thick snow on the mountaintop to fall in a flurry, fluttering down like goose feathers.

The surrounding air also vibrated violently under the impact of this powerful force, forming visible ripples.

Immediately afterwards, an unimaginably powerful counterforce, like a surging wave, suddenly erupted from the Divine Dragon Pagoda.

This recoil force was like an invisible yet indestructible giant wave, instantly repelling Liu Tingting's sword energy.

Moreover, a dazzling beam of light suddenly shot out from the Divine Dragon Pagoda. The light was like a sacred light from the sky, carrying the power of divine punishment, and with endless majesty and power, it shot straight towards Liu Tingting.

Liu Tingting suddenly felt a flash of light before her eyes, so bright it was blinding, like a bolt of lightning from the sky striking her directly.

The moment the light struck, her mind went blank, and she had no time to react.

Immediately afterward, an intensely hot sensation surged through every pore of her body, as if countless flames had instantly ignited within her. Her eyes widened in horror, filled with disbelief and profound fear. At that moment, she was horrified to discover that her clothes had burst into flames without warning. The flames, like a ferocious beast unleashed from the depths of hell, possessed boundless destructive power and rapidly engulfed her entirely.

A bloodcurdling scream escaped her throat, a sharp and desperate cry, like the mournful howl of a wounded lone wolf in the cold night, echoing across the almost deathly silent mountaintop, lingering for a long time, sending chills down one's spine.

Her body trembled violently from extreme fear and pain, and her hands waved frantically in front of her, trying to extinguish the flames with these chaotic movements.

However, the raging flames seemed to be driven by some evil force, not only showing no signs of weakening, but becoming even more intense, with the flames soaring into the sky, tightly trapping her inside.

Amidst the chaos and despair, Liu Tingting frantically collapsed to the ground, her only thought being to use the thick snow to extinguish the flames on her body.

Her movements were clumsy and awkward, devoid of her usual elegance and composure. Her body rolled around in the snow, kicking up large snowflakes.

But at that moment, her hair was mercilessly licked by the flames, instantly turning into a burning ball of fire that raged above her head.

She rolled around frantically, frantically patting her burning hair with trembling hands, her nails turning white from the force, trying to extinguish the demonic flames.

After a difficult struggle and effort, the flames on her body finally extinguished, leaving only wisps of pungent black smoke rising.

Liu Tingting struggled to her feet, her legs weak and her body trembling slightly, swaying precariously. Her eyes were filled with panic and helplessness as she hurriedly reached into her pocket and pulled out the mirror she always carried with her.

When she trembled as she held the mirror up to her eyes and saw her reflection, she was immediately terrified.

His once flowing, cascading hair was now a horrible sight, half of his head bald, with burnt strands scattered haphazardly, emitting a pungent, unpleasant odor.

Her face was contorted with fear and anger, her eyes wide open, revealing a deep sense of resentment.

I never imagined that even after becoming an immortal, I couldn't defeat a mere mortal. How strange! What happened? Could it be that Shi Feiyang also became an immortal?

Liu Tingting knew that she had suffered a heavy blow today and was exhausted, so she was simply unable to fight again.

Her heart was filled with panic and fear, like a wounded little bird, her only thought was to escape this terrible place.

She dared not linger any longer. Gritting her teeth, she used the last of her strength to leap into the air.

Her figure appeared so frail and helpless in mid-air, like a lone goose wounded in a storm, swaying and flying away into the distance, disappearing in an instant into the layers of clouds.

As the clouds drifted slowly away, her figure gradually disappeared into the horizon, leaving Shi Feiyang standing alone on the still-shaken mountaintop, his gaze fixed on the direction she had gone, unmoving for a long time.

Shi Feiyang slowly opened his eyes, and the sight that came into view made him stand still for a moment, his mind blank.

For a long time, he had never noticed that he was wearing a ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

This ring is ancient and mysterious, with a lifelike dragon pagoda carved on it, as if it could take off at any moment and roam the sky. The pagoda seems to contain endless power.

At this moment, the pagoda still retained the aftershocks of the powerful recoil from before, faintly shimmering with a strange and mysterious light.

In an instant, his vision was gently obscured by a veil as thin as a cicada's wing, becoming hazy.

In this hazy light, the captivating and enchanting smile of the Sunflower Saintess, like a delicate flower blooming under the warm spring sun, quietly appeared before my eyes.

That smile was like the warmest sunshine in spring, instantly dispelling all the chill in his heart, making him feel as if he were in a warm sea of ​​flowers, full of fragrance, his body and mind enveloped by that warmth and sweetness.

Shi Feiyang's eyes instantly filled with a sense of longing and lingering affection. His gaze softened and deepened, and he involuntarily reached out, his fingers trembling slightly, attempting to touch the Sunflower Saintess's face, which was as smooth and delicate as mutton fat jade.

However, all his fingertips touched was a wisp of smoke, which lingered on his fingertips for a moment before vanishing in an instant. The figure of the Sunflower Saintess also disappeared before his eyes like a dream, leaving no trace.

Shi Feiyang stood frozen in place, his lips trembling slightly, muttering to himself, "This...is this an illusion? Why does it feel so real, so vivid? Or is the Sunflower Saintess actually a higher-level celestial being, possessing extraordinary divine power, able to come and go without a trace, unbound by the mortal world?"

His voice was low and hoarse, echoing across the desolate mountaintop, carrying a deep sense of confusion and melancholy, as if seeking an answer from the vast天地 (heaven and earth).

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath of the biting mountain air, the icy air flowing straight down his throat and into his lungs, trying to calm the chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind.

He composed himself, then slowly reached for the deerskin pouch at his waist, a pouch that was barely noticeable to an ordinary person.

This deerskin bag may look ordinary, but it exudes a mysterious aura and hides a secret unknown to others.

He twitched his fingers slightly, causing the deerskin bag to shake gently.

In an instant, Lu Hongye, Yang Xueer and Shi Xiong leaped out from among them.

As soon as the three landed, their feet crunched softly on the snow.

They looked up and were instantly stunned by the scene before them, their faces filled with bewilderment and confusion.

Lu Hongye's eyebrows furrowed, just like willow leaves slightly furrowed in spring, and her bright eyes quickly scanned her surroundings.

All around were towering mountains, like giants standing proudly, their peaks covered in snow, shimmering dazzlingly in the sunlight.

The cold wind howled past like a ferocious beast, causing her black hair to dance wildly. A few strands of hair were blown onto her rosy cheeks, adding to her disheveled beauty.

She couldn't help but part her lips slightly and ask, "Shi Lang, where exactly is this place? We came from the plains without any problems, how did we suddenly end up on this mountaintop?"

Her eyes were full of doubt, fixed on Shi Feiyang, trying to find the answer in his eyes, her eagerness and expectation were obvious.

Yang Xue'er also widened her beautiful, watery eyes, her gaze filled with confusion.

Her eyes, like clear lake water, were now shrouded in a fog of doubt.

She subconsciously tugged at Shi Feiyang's sleeve, which fluttered slightly in the cold wind.

She asked in a sweet voice, "Shi Lang, what exactly is going on? I'm completely confused."

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a mountain spring, yet it trembled slightly on the cold mountaintop, clearly indicating she was quite frightened by the sudden turn of events. Her cheeks were flushed slightly from the cold and fear, like peach blossoms in spring, delicate yet pitiful. Shi Xiong scratched his head, his young face filled with confusion.

A hint of fear flickered in his eyes as he looked around at the unfamiliar and eerie surroundings.

A cold wind rushed into his collar, making him shiver.

He said, "Young master, this place feels eerie and scary. How did we suddenly get here?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously moved closer to Shi Feiyang, who was his only support in this unfamiliar world.

Looking at the three people's puzzled eyes, Shi Feiyang inwardly groaned.

He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to explain, but felt his throat was terribly dry, as if it were blocked by a wad of cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The reason for this is too bizarre, involving many mysterious and unpredictable factors. The secrets of heaven must not be revealed, otherwise, one will surely suffer divine retribution.

He sighed softly in resignation, and that breath instantly turned into a cloud of white mist in the cold wind, dissipating into the air.

He said with a wry smile, "Gentlemen, this is a long story and cannot be explained in a short time. Please allow me to find a suitable time to explain it slowly later. The most urgent thing is to find a safe place so that we can settle down properly."

Seeing Shi Feiyang's evasive manner, Lu Hongye had her doubts, but she was also very intelligent and knew that Shi Feiyang must have something he couldn't say.

She nodded gently, her swan-like neck twitching slightly.

She said, "Alright, Shilang, we believe you. But this place is so remote, which way should we go?"

Shi Feiyang looked up into the distance, his gaze deep and resolute, as if he could see through the mountains and into the future.

He said, “Let’s go down the mountain first, find a small town, and then we can discuss this further. The road ahead is fraught with danger, so we must be extra careful.” With that, he took the lead and started walking down the mountain.

His figure appeared somewhat frail in the cold wind, yet it exuded a resolute air.

Lu Hongye, Yang Xueer, and Shi Xiong exchanged glances, their eyes conveying trust and reliance, before following closely behind.

On this towering mountain peak, the group's figures gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving only a series of footprints of varying depths, which appeared particularly lonely against the backdrop of the white snow.

After a long and arduous journey, Shi Feiyang and his group finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the earth like a golden veil, giving the entire foothills a hazy golden glow.

Shi Feiyang paused briefly, then reached for the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist.

This seemingly unremarkable deerskin bag appeared to contain a universe within it. With a gentle turn of Shi Feiyang, a tent, pots and pans, chopsticks, and combustible ice appeared before everyone's eyes in an instant.

Shi Feiyang quickly started a fire and began cooking.

He first took out the combustible ice, which shimmered with an unusual light under the setting sun.

Shi Feiyang took out a tinderbox, shook it gently, and with a "poof," a flame shot up, igniting the combustible ice.

Suddenly, a ball of pale blue flame rose up, bringing a touch of warmth to the increasingly cool evening.

Shi Feiyang methodically set up the pot and began preparing dinner, with wisps of smoke rising and swaying gently in the breeze.

After the meal, Shi Feiyang looked around at everyone and said solemnly, “This place is quiet and secluded; let’s rest here for the night. Tomorrow, I plan to return to the capital and establish the third branch of the Xiong Ying Society. I intend to appoint Lu Hongye as the branch leader, and we need to acquire a large inn. The imperial court is eyeing the Xiong Ying Society covetously and will take action sooner or later. We must accurately grasp the movements of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. The Embroidered Uniform Guard’s operation this time ended in failure, and they must be resentful. They are very likely to hire highly skilled martial artists from the martial arts world to deal with us. In particular, the Beggar Clan leader, Zhong Renwang, has already defected to the Embroidered Uniform Guard, which poses a huge threat to our Xiong Ying Society. The Beggar Clan has been established in the martial arts world for a thousand years, and their methods of gathering information are extremely sophisticated. Their secret network is spread far and wide, and we must be on guard.”

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded silently, their expressions solemn.

Yang Xue'er was intelligent and quick-witted. She knew that Shi Feiyang and Lu Hongye were newlyweds, and that if Lu Hongye became the branch leader, she would likely spend less time with Shi Feiyang. Although she felt a little reluctant, she wisely decided to give Lu Hongye the cozy time she could spend with Shi Feiyang that night. Night fell slowly, enveloping the entire foothills.

Lu Hongye was filled with reluctance. In the quiet night, she nestled gently in Shi Feiyang's arms like a docile little deer.

She raised her head, her eyes filled with deep affection as she gazed at Shi Feiyang, and said softly, "Shi Lang, I really can't bear to leave you. I don't want this position as branch leader; I only want to accompany you on your adventures in the martial world. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns and life and death are uncertain, I am willing to live and die with you." Her voice was gentle and melodious, carrying a hint of pitifulness in the quiet night.

Shi Feiyang gently stroked Lu Hongye's hair, his gaze both gentle and firm, and said, "Hongye, a person should do something meaningful in their life. Finding out the collusion between the Directorate of Ceremonial, the Eastern Depot, and the Japanese pirates is of great significance to the safety of the court and the well-being of the people. With your skills, as a branch leader, you will surely be able to contribute to the Xiong Ying Society and the people of the world."

Lu Hongye was filled with mixed emotions after hearing Shi Feiyang's words.

She suddenly remembered her father's dentures, which contained important clues about coastal defense.

She hurriedly got up and rummaged through her luggage. Soon, she found her father's dentures.

She carefully took the coastal defense map out of her dentures, held it in both hands, and solemnly handed it to Shi Feiyang, saying, "Shi Lang, this is a coastal defense map left by my father. Perhaps it will be useful to us."

Shi Feiyang took the coastal defense map, examined it carefully, and a hint of surprise and solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He carefully put the coastal defense map into his deerskin bag, and then lay down again with Lu Hongye in his arms.

He said softly, "Hongye, the Embroidered Uniform Guards have lost their edge because of me, and they won't dare to act rashly for a while. They won't expect me to go to the capital now, and they won't pay much attention to it. I want to meet with the Emperor and tell him about these conspiracies; perhaps that can change the situation."

Upon hearing Shi Feiyang's words, Lu Hongye felt even more admiration for his domineering spirit and fearless courage.

For a江湖人士 (jianghu shishi, a person from the martial arts world) to dare enter the palace and meet the emperor is truly extraordinary.

Lu Hongye nestled tightly in Shi Feiyang's arms, feeling his warm embrace and her heart filled with peace.

After a passionate and blissful night, Lu Hongye drifted off to sleep in the tranquility of the night, a happy smile still lingering on her lips. In her dream, she and Shi Feiyang roamed the martial world together, working for the well-being of all people.

(End of this chapter)