King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 407 - 158: Shi Feiyang Strikes Bai Feifeng, Liu Tingting’s Immortal Technique Breaks the Myanmar Saber (Part 5)
The snow on the ground was several feet deep. With each step, their feet sank deep into it, producing a muffled yet crisp "crunching" sound, speaking of the merciless cold.
Everyone was astonished by the unexpected heavy snowfall. In previous years, during this season, the weather was still mild, and such a scene of swirling snow had never occurred.
They had no idea that all this was caused by Shi Feiyang, who unleashed the Ninth Realm of the Bright Jade Technique - "Infinite Asura", which altered the climate of this land with its immense extreme cold.
Yang Xue’Er was tightly supporting her mother, Su Yao, as they trudged slowly through the snow. Su Yao’s face was as pale as paper, her steps were unsteady and staggered, and each step was a tremendous effort. Yet, her eyes were full of concern and worry for Shi Feiyang.
At that moment, Yang Xue’Er’s gaze was suddenly attracted by a black shadow darting past.
Looking closely, it was indeed Shi Feiyang, knife in hand, flying past.
Shi Feiyang’s figure, silhouetted against the backdrop of the snowstorm, appeared exceptionally agile and fierce, like a black lightning bolt that instantly pierced through the white veil of snow.
Next, they saw tens of thousands of bandit heads severed like ripe fruits swept away by a gale, flying into the air, drawing strange arcs before heavily crashing onto the snow, splattering a crimson splash against the white snow, creating a stark and tragic contrast. This scene was exceptionally shocking, and Yang Xue’Er stood with her eyes wide, her pupils reflecting this breathtaking sight, her mouth slightly open, utterly speechless in shock.
Her heart surged with admiration and affection for Shi Feiyang, like waves crashing over her heart, wave after wave. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
In her shock, Yang Xue’Er instinctively released her hold on her mother and ran toward Shi Feiyang, completely disregarding the deep snow underfoot and the biting cold wind.
The snow under her feet splashed everywhere, the scattered snowflakes dampening her skirt, but she was oblivious.
Reaching Shi Feiyang, she slightly lifted her head, her eyes filled with deep affection and concern as she softly said, "Brother Shi, it’s so cold out here, let’s return to the Qingfeng Pavilion to warm up."
Her voice was soft and gentle, carrying a trace of warmth intended to dispel the coldness around Shi Feiyang.
Shi Feiyang paused, his gaze slowly moving from Yang Xue’Er to the battered Myanmar Saber in his hand.
His eyes revealed deep reluctance and attachment as he gently raised his hand, softly caressing the blade, his movements gentle and slow, as if stroking a close comrade who had fought by his side through life and death over many years.
"Xue’Er, although this Myanmar Saber is now worn and full of holes, it has accompanied me through countless bloody battles, slaying countless evildoers. Every scar tells a story of blood and fire, bearing the glory and splendor of the past." Shi Feiyang’s voice was deep and rich, filled with emotion as it echoed in the icy world.
"Now, the Imperial Court is in danger, Bozhou is in rebellion, and the people are trapped in distress. As a passionate man, I must head to the battlefield to quell the rebellion, protect the nation, and safeguard the people. I am giving you this Myanmar Saber so that it may continue to guard the Qingfeng Pavilion." Shi Feiyang’s eyes were resolute and bright, reflecting an unmovable determination, full of intense patriotism, and after speaking, he handed the Myanmar Saber to Yang Xue’Er.
Listening to Shi Feiyang’s words, Yang Xue’Er’s eyes filled with tears, pooling like shimmering pearls about to fall.
Her lips trembled slightly as she choked up, saying, "Brother Shi, I can’t bear to see you go. On your journey to Bozhou, be careful in everything. Once my mother’s injury is healed, I will immediately come to find you in Bozhou."
With that, she tightly hugged the battered Myanmar Saber, as if holding Shi Feiyang, tears falling like a broken string of beads, pouring down, her throat felt choked by a giant stone, unable to say another word, only able to let out light sobs.
Su Yao walked over unsteadily, looking at Shi Feiyang with eyes full of gratitude and appreciation. She trembled slightly as she slowly removed the Celestial Frost Blade from her waist. The blade gleamed with a cold and mysterious light under the snowy rays.
She stepped forward, offering the Celestial Frost Blade to Shi Feiyang, her voice slightly weak but sincere as she said, "Young Master Shi, if not for your righteous assistance, the Qingfeng Pavilion would have been slaughtered and reduced to ruins. This Celestial Frost Blade is Xue’Er’s betrothal token. Now, on her behalf, I give it to you, hoping you will accept it."
Shi Feiyang looked at the Celestial Frost Blade offered by Su Yao, feeling a wave of bitterness in his heart.
He wanted to say that his Myanmar Saber had been damaged beyond repair and he decided never to use a blade again, but when he saw the expectant and sincere expressions in the eyes of Su Yao and her daughter, his heart softened, unable to refuse their goodwill and disappoint them.
Thus, Shi Feiyang reached out and solemnly took the Celestial Frost Blade, strapping it to his waist.
Then, he clasped his fists, standing tall, and bowed deeply to Su Yao, saying, "Master Su, helping the Qingfeng Pavilion is indeed my duty. The Qingfeng Pavilion has shown me kindness, and Xue’Er is dear to my heart. Rest assured, once I have quelled the rebellion and returned in triumph, I will not disappoint Xue’Er, nor the Qingfeng Pavilion." After saying this, Shi Feiyang turned and resolutely walked towards the distance.
