King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 154 - 113: Fierce Battle at the South Heavenly Gate: Shi Feiyang’s Iron-Blooded Rampage
The heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association were indignant upon hearing this, unanimously condemning Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng’s treacherous actions. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
"Grand Squad Leader, these two women are so deceitful, they cannot be allowed to stay!"
"Indeed, Grand Squad Leader, either execute them or expel them to avoid future trouble!"
Everyone was angrily denouncing, emotions running high.
Shi Feiyang gazed at the pitiful Gong Simeng, and a ripple stirred in his heart: Perhaps she was truly confused for a moment, given her frailty.
He then looked at Liu Tingting, who closely resembled the Sunflower Saintess, and the familiar face brought back memories of better times.
Shi Feiyang softened, contemplating: Alright, since they have realized their mistakes and are willing to atone with merit, let them stay for now. If there are any more wrongdoings, I will certainly not spare them! After pondering for a moment, he said, "Alright, they have realized their mistakes this time and are willing to atone with merit, let them stay for now. But if there are further nefarious intentions, I will definitely not spare them!"
Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng hurriedly vowed to atone for their crimes with good deeds upon hearing this.
From then on, even the White Tiger and Vermilion Bird no longer acknowledged them.
On ordinary days, when the White Tiger saw them, it merely gave them a cold glance before turning away; the Vermilion Bird no longer showed the same closeness as before, occasionally landing nearby, but ignoring them altogether, preoccupied with preening its feathers.
Liu Tingting once tried to approach the White Tiger, but it reacted violently, shaking its body suddenly and letting out a low growl, scaring Liu Tingting to retreat in fear. Gong Simeng attempted to please the Vermilion Bird with food, but the Vermilion Bird flapped its wings and flew away, disregarding her goodwill. These two divine beasts seemed capable of discerning good from evil, maintaining a clear distance and vigilance against Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng, who had once betrayed them.
Shi Feiyang, using the clues provided by Liu Tingting, matched the markings on the sheepskin scroll to confirm the exact location of the Black Wind Stronghold: it was located within the Xingchan Temple at the foot of Thousand Buddha Mountain in Jinan Prefecture.
Shi Feiyang secretly planned in his heart: The Black Wind Stronghold is so hidden; this operation must be cautious, and no more unexpected incidents can occur. Since the Black Wind Stronghold frequently hires experts to attack our group in the Taishan Gorge, Shi Feiyang decided to leave some personnel stationed in the gorge and have the White Tiger stay there to confuse those who keep attacking from the Black Wind Stronghold.
He thought to himself: This way, I can both protect my brothers in the gorge and make the Black Wind Stronghold lower their guard, hehe!
Then, Shi Feiyang led Liu Tingting, Gong Simeng, Xiang Kun, Jin Liufu, and others, urging their horses quickly toward Jinan Prefecture’s Thousand Buddha Mountain.
Along the way, the sky was gloomy, and the fierce wind howled incessantly.
The heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association were silent.
Their hearts were filled with tension and anticipation: soon we will find the Sect Leaders of the missing major factions in the Shandong Martial Arts.
Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng’s expressions were complex, their thoughts unfathomable.
Shi Feiyang worried in his heart: this trip to the Black Wind Stronghold, who knows what dangers we’ll encounter, must protect the people around me.
At dusk the next day, Thousand Buddha Mountain came into view.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the towering mountains, giving Thousand Buddha Mountain a layer of golden brilliance, appearing both mysterious and majestic.
However, behind this beautiful scenery lies endless danger.
Shi Feiyang and the others rode to the foot of the mountain and looked up, seeing ancient trees towering, the contour of the temple faintly appearing through the shadows of the trees, occasionally accompanied by the sound of a bell, adding a touch of tranquility and solemnity. Yet, the bell’s echo in the valley didn’t bring calm but instead added a trace of tense atmosphere. Shi Feiyang thought warily: this temple seems calm, but in fact, there’s hidden mystery, I must act cautiously.
They slowly ascended along the winding mountain road, with Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng closely following behind Shi Feiyang, their expressions were both tense and slightly excited, after all, they were about to step into a world full of the unknown and danger.
The scenery in the mountains became increasingly enchanting, clear springs gurgled, their sound crisp and pleasant, playing a natural symphony.
Birds chirped happily, and flowers emitted a captivating fragrance, nature had laid out a path of welcome for these warriors.
However, the people had no time to appreciate this beauty, their minds were entirely focused on the challenge that lay ahead.
Finally, an imposing temple came into view, it was the Xingchan Temple.
The temple was built into the mountain, magnificent in presence, with stone steps leading straight to the main hall, flanked by lush pine and cypress trees, adding to its grandeur.
Shi Feiyang signaled everyone to halt, carefully observing the surrounding environment, secretly planning the next steps.
At this moment, a gentle breeze passed by, the pines and cypress rustled softly, whispering the secrets hidden within the temple.
Shi Feiyang thought: Judging from the temple’s layout, the enemy likely set up ambushes in the dark, we must first understand the situation before making any plans. Inside Xingchan Temple, incense smoke curled upwards, candlelight flickered, weaving a mysterious and sacred ambiance together.
In the main hall, numerous statues of Buddha shimmered in golden light, their compassionate gazes seemingly watching over every believer who stepped into this sacred ground. Pretending to be worshippers, Shi Feiyang and his group observed the temple for a moment, then discreetly passed through the corridors, their steps as light as spirits, trying to avoid making any sound. They silently arrived in front of a side hall, witnessing its door slightly ajar, with a weak light seeping through the crack.
Shi Feiyang quietly pushed open the door, an old and damp air hit their face, carrying the sense of time’s passage. Inside was dim, only a few oil lamps emitted flickering faint light, barely illuminating a small surrounding area.
