King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 164 - 115: Fierce Battle at Black Wind Stronghold, Heroes Probe the Truth of the Ancient Curse Space
Shi Feiyang’s gaze was like lightning. Noticing Xiang Kun’s crisis, he instantly performed the "Divine Dragon Cloud-Wandering Step," his figure swiftly darting to Xiang Kun’s side like a bolt of lightning. His Myanmar Saber was drawn with a flash of cold light, executing the ultimate move "Raging Sea Tides" from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.
His saber movements were bold and sweeping, each swing accompanied by a whistling wind, as if stirring up turbulent waves, instantly engulfing the black robe attackers surrounding Xiang Kun. "Swoosh swoosh swoosh," several black robe men fell to the ground under this fierce saber technique, letting out muffled screams of agony.
Shi Feiyang swiftly took out a precious elixir from his chest, the faint fragrance of which seemed particularly precious on this bloodthirsty battlefield. He handed the elixir to Xiang Kun’s lips, urging anxiously, "Quick, take it!"
At the same time, he solemnly reminded the people present, "These weapons are poisoned, everyone needs to be extra careful!"
However, the elixir seemed to have little effect on this mysterious toxin, and Xiang Kun’s condition grew increasingly dire. His breathing became more rapid and labored, each breath accompanied by heavy sounds, as if in a life-and-death struggle with Death God.
Xiang Kun’s consciousness gradually blurred, his gaze began to scatter, but he still struggled to keep his eyes open, trying to stay conscious.
Gong Simeng and Shi Feiyang exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with anxiety and helplessness. They knew deeply that if the antidote was not found quickly, Xiang Kun’s life was in grave danger. Jin Liufu, Gong Simeng, and Liu Tingting gathered around, their faces full of concern.
Xie Wen also performed the Feixu Qingyan Technique, gracefully drifting over like a feather, concernedly inquiring about Xiang Kun’s injuries.
Seeing this, Liu Tingting’s eyes flashed with determination, and she quickly retrieved the Qiankun Holy Water from her chest.
The Qiankun Holy Water shimmered with a strange light in her hands, emitting a faint halo.
She brought the Holy Water to Xiang Kun’s lips, softly saying, "Quick, drink this."
After Xiang Kun drank the Qiankun Holy Water, his furrowed brows slightly eased. He mustered the strength to bow to Liu Tingting in gratitude, "Thank you, Miss Liu, for your life-saving grace." Shi Feiyang also gave Liu Tingting an approving nod, saying, "Miss Liu’s action has resolved the urgent danger, thank you." At this time, the Vermilion Bird, carrying the White Tiger, slowly descended from the horizon.
The Vermilion Bird’s feathers glistened with colorful light under the sun, each wing flap producing a "flap-flap" sound.
The White Tiger sat majestically atop the Vermilion Bird’s back, its eyes exuding an aura of authority.
They guided Shi Feiyang and the group to a hidden chamber door.
The door to the chamber was tightly shut, covered with mysterious symbols.
These symbols were complex and strange, left by an ancient civilization, exuding an aura both ancient and mysterious.
Shi Feiyang and his companions gathered in front of the door, carefully studying these symbols, sometimes frowning, sometimes whispering, attempting to find a clue to open the chamber. However, these symbols were like a cloud of mist, entangling their exploration in a deadlock, leaving the meaning completely unfathomable.
Just as everyone was feeling helpless and almost ready to give up, a light suddenly appeared in Liu Tingting’s eyes.
From a young age, she had a deep love for ancient books and a strong interest in ancient culture, with an exceptional memory, almost like photographic memory.
At this moment, she fixed her gaze on the symbols on the door, a sense of familiarity welling up within her.
She put effort into recalling, searching her mind for related memories. Finally, she remembered seeing a similar pattern in an ancient book in her early years. Liu Tingting took a deep breath, focusing her mind, and began to decipher the symbols using her vague memory.
Her eyes were concentrated and determined, muttering softly, her fingers gently touching the symbols, trying to find the hidden pattern.
After persistent effort, Liu Tingting finally unraveled the mystery of the chamber door.
With a "creak," the chamber door slowly opened, accompanied by a dull sound, a wave of stale air rushing forth, bearing the weight of years. The entrance to the chamber was obscured by dense vines, intertwined like nature’s barrier, guarding the secrets within. Shi Feiyang, Jin Liufu, Xiang Kun, Xie Wen, and other heroic figures all cast appreciative glances at Liu Tingting.
Shi Feiyang genuinely praised, "Miss Liu is indeed knowledgeable, truly admirable."
Jin Liufu also nodded in approval, "For Miss Liu to unravel these mysterious symbols by memory alone is indeed remarkable."
Liu Tingting’s face blossomed into a radiant smile, as splendid as a flower blooming in spring.
She modestly waved her hand, saying, "It’s just a matter of reading a few more old books, nothing worth mentioning. It was a stroke of luck to uncover the secret this time." However, her heart was filled with joy for regaining Shi Feiyang’s trust.
At the same time, she was secretly pondering, if she couldn’t successfully lead the White Tiger and Vermilion Bird away from Shi Feiyang, she should at least delve into why Shi Feiyang can face demons and spirits fearlessly, and how he deftly acquired Snow Eagle Castle’s gold mine.
Clearly, Shi Feiyang was no ordinary martial artist. He possessed wisdom and a physique beyond ordinary people.
The fact that Kunqian Holy Water from the Divine Water Palace couldn’t poison him must mean Shi Feiyang’s body has some extraordinary trait, allowing him to stand firm in perilous situations, becoming a mysterious figure.
Although Shi Feiyang verbally praised Liu Tingting, inwardly, he harbored suspicions about her.
He pondered secretly why Liu Tingting could face various demons and spirits so fearlessly? Was it because she too carried the supreme bloodline within her, or was it as she said, born from her zeal for cultivating immortality?
