King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 506 - 179: Dragon’s Seven Steps Break the Five Poisons, Shi Feiyang Shocks the Evil Factions (Part 2)
Shi Feiyang responded with the Bright Jade Technique and the Celestial Frost Blade, each move steady and powerful, yet skillfully avoiding Shi Ying’s sharpness. Bathed in sunlight, his figure appeared even taller and more upright, like a steadfast pine tree in the valley, exuding a reassuring aura.
During the competition, Shi Ying made a careless mistake, slipping and falling towards the valley.
Shi Feiyang, quick-eyed and deft, leaped forward, holding Shi Ying tightly in his arms. The two rolled several times in mid-air before landing steadily on the ground.
Shi Ying lay in Shi Feiyang’s embrace, her heart pounding like thunder. She lifted her head, gazing at Shi Feiyang’s concerned eyes, her cheeks burning. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Her heart was filled with emotion and sweetness. At this moment, she wished time could forever freeze within this warm embrace.
Shi Feiyang was also taken aback; the two of them simply gazed at each other, their breaths mingling.
After a long while, Shi Feiyang regained his composure, awkwardly releasing his hold and asked, "Are you alright?"
Shi Ying shook her head, softly saying, "Thank you, for saving me once more."
Her voice was gentle, carrying a hint of shyness.
In that moment, the feelings between them quietly changed; though the paper-thin barrier between remained intact, it was now as fragile as a cicada’s wings.
Late spring, akin to a masterpiece meticulously crafted by nature.
Gentle sunlight poured unabashedly, coating everything in the world with a dreamlike golden edge.
The breeze was like a playful spirit, gently sweeping through, carrying an alluring fragrance of flowers.
It was the rich aroma of a sea of blossoms interwoven, the sweet scent permeating the air, refreshing the soul.
The azure sky was like a clear gemstone, free from any impurity, with clouds as white as snow leisurely floating by. At times they resembled fluffy cotton, at times galloping steeds, carefree and delightful.
In this poetic and picturesque season, Shi Feiyang and Shi Ying constructed a cozy wooden house in the valley.
The valley seemed particularly favored by nature, like a hidden paradise, encircled by lush green mountains and shaded by verdant trees. Dense branches and leaves intertwined, casting dappled shadows.
Wildflowers of various colors bloomed freely, here a cluster, there a group, red like fire, pink like the sunset, white like snow. They gently swayed in the breeze, joyously dancing as if quietly singing praises of spring.
Shi Ying joyfully arranged their little nest, pouring her deep love into every corner.
She moved lightly within the house, at times tidying the bed, folding the soft bedding neatly, at times placing decorations. The carefully chosen little items, under her deft hands, instantly filled the wooden house with the warmth of home.
Shi Feiyang stood silently on the side, watching Shi Ying’s busy figure, his heart full of emotion.
His gaze was constantly on her, filled with endless tenderness and affection.
Finally, unable to restrain himself, he stepped forward quickly, grasped Shi Ying’s hand, and, his voice trembling slightly, said passionately, "Shi Ying, thank you. These days with you, I feel incredibly warm."
In truth, his heart had long been filled by Shi Ying, only never expressed.
Every time he saw Shi Ying, his heartbeat would involuntarily speed up, that warm and sweet feeling making him deeply intoxicated, unable to extricate himself.
Shi Ying’s face instantly turned as red as the most enchanting peach blossom in spring. She softly reversed her grip on Shi Feiyang’s hand, slightly lowering her head, and whispered, "Me too. Being with you, I finally know what true peace of mind is."
Her voice was gentle yet full of determination. Her slightly flushed cheeks and shy eyes all revealed her inner joy and happiness.
As night fell, the moonlight poured softly into the valley, draping the world in a veil of silvery mist.
Moonlight filtered through the mottled leaves, casting scattered light and shadow on the ground in front of the wooden house.
Inside the wooden house, red candles flickered, casting a warm orange glow, reflecting the happy faces of the two people.
Shi Ying dressed in a crimson wedding gown, as resplendent as the evening glow on the horizon, her eyes glimmering with tears, tears born of intertwined happiness and emotion.
Shi Feiyang gazed at the shy and enchanting Shi Ying before him, his heart full of tenderness.
He gently lifted her red veil, their eyes meeting once more, a silent exchange of countless words within the depth of their gaze.
They embraced tightly, wanting to integrate each other into their lives.
In this warm and romantic moment, only their heartbeat remained, the most beautiful melody of love.
They indulged in this blissful time, feeling each other’s warmth and affection, together opening a new Chapter in their lives.
The late spring sunlight, like fragmented gold leaf, gently sprinkled across Flying Tiger Pass.
At this moment, a woman took her graceful steps, entering this gathering place of Jianghu heroes.
She was the most beautiful woman in the Martial Arts realm, the heroine of the Mount Heng Sect, Yili.
Yili wore a moon-white gauze dress, adorned with elegant orchid patterns at the hem. With her movements, it floated naturally, light and graceful as flowing clouds and flowing water.
Over this, she wore a snow-colored gauzy garment, as thin as smoke. As the breeze swept through, the garment fluttered, adding an extra touch of transcendence to her grace.
A silk ribbon of the same color cinched her slender waist, perfectly outlining her delicate figure. Tied at the end of the ribbon was a warm Mutton Fat Jade Pendant, gently swaying with her steps, emitting a clear and pleasant sound.
Her raven hair, grown long once more, was smooth and glossy like a waterfall, casually styled into a Spiritual Snake bun, with a few strands falling beside her snow-white face, accentuating her charming appearance. Her skin, fairer than snow, delicate as porcelain, was flawless.
Under her arched willow eyebrows were a pair of eyes like autumn water, shimmering with light as if containing countless stars. In her glances, she exuded agility and gentleness. Her elegant nose stood high, and her cherry lips, slightly uplifted without any rouge, seemed to bloom like peach blossoms in spring, sweet and captivating.
