King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 638 - 208: Bloodhawk Soars, Venomous Silkworms Devour Hearts: The Shi Mansion’s Assassination Upheaval (Part 4)

Gong Simeng tightly embraced her children, her gaze resolute, and loudly declared: "Husband, what is there to fear! We've been wandering in the Jianghu for so long, do we still fear a few enemy bandits? However, if eliminating your worries means going to that distant Piaomiao Peak, then so be it!" Her character was straightforward, brave and fearless, showing no fear in the face of bandits.

Yet, for Shi Feiyang, for her children, she was willing to make concessions.

Shi Feiyang listened to the responses of his three wives, feeling touched in his heart, he nodded slightly and said, "Since both madams agree, let us prepare to move to the Secret Forest Headquarters of Piaomiao Peak. Yili, you should stay at the Shi Mansion for now."

Yili pondered to herself, as she neither had pregnancy nor children, staying alone in this vast Shi Mansion, facing empty rooms daily, what joy could life hold?

Thus, she parted her crimson lips, changed her mind and said, "Forget it, I'll go with my two sisters to Piaomiao Peak. The Shi Mansion is too big, it's really lonely for me to live here alone." Everyone, upon hearing, was first slightly stunned, then burst into laughter, and promptly nodded, starting to busy themselves with the relocation. Soon, "Long Arm Fist" Liao Pei, "Heaven and Earth Saber" Lie Quan, and "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong hurriedly returned, all three panting heavily.

Their Lightweight Technique was far inferior to Shi Feiyang and Xie Wen, running and leaping along the way, they were drenched in sweat, their clothes soaking wet.

After Shi Feiyang explained the situation to these three Elders in detail, he ordered the clearing of the battlefield.

The disciples, servants, and maids of the Heroic Sakura Association quickly sprang into action, with clear division of labor and smooth cooperation. In a short time, the vast Shi Mansion was swept clean as a whistle. Little Scholar Shi Xiong hurriedly led a group of cooks, busily preparing meals in the kitchen.

That evening, the heroes gathered at the Shi Mansion for dinner. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

At the dining table, everyone tasted the delicacies while fervently discussing the case.

The flickering candlelight illuminated their solemn faces, adding to the grave atmosphere.

After dinner, under the cover of darkness, the heroes escorted Yili, Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, and the children along with the maids and servants out of the city, heading toward Taihu Lake.

The lake surface shimmered under the night sky, as the boats slowly sailed on the water, progressing toward Piaomiao Peak.

Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang, Xie Wen, and Shi Xiong remained at the vast Shi Mansion.

Some Heroic Sakura Association disciples disguised themselves as Shi Mansion servants, lurking around various locations in Shi Mansion, vigilantly observing the surroundings.

After Yili, Bai Zhi, and Gong Simeng left, the vast Shi Mansion immediately felt somewhat desolate, the empty courtyard shrouded in fine rain added a touch more of loneliness. The drizzle continued, and Shi Feiyang held an oil paper umbrella, walking slowly with Little Yu Yan in the courtyard.

The rain hit the umbrella, producing a continuous pitter-patter.

They stopped by the lakeside in the center of the courtyard, where the raindrops created ripples upon hitting the water.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the lake, with eyes deep as if pondering something.

Little Yu Yan leaned closely to his side, curiously looking around.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the sky over Suzhou Prefecture was shrouded in gloom, foreboding the imminent events.

The fine drizzle, like cow hair, drifted down, covering the entire city in a veil of mist, making the originally bustling streets blurry and indistinct. The air was filled with a damp and chilly scent, the coldness seeping into one's bones through the breath.

The streets were sparsely populated, occasionally a few people hurried past, cloaking themselves tightly, leaving behind a trail of wet footprints.

The distant houses emerged and disappeared in the rain and mist, like an ink painting, yet exuding a sense of oppression and mystery, making one feel a tinge of unease. Shi Feiyang, Xie Wen, Shi Xiong, Shan Zhi and others hurried toward Beisi Pagoda in this oppressive atmosphere.

The wet street was flanked by shops with half-closed doors, emitting a faint light flickering through the rain, adding more to the loneliness.

They arrived under Beisi Pagoda, looking up, whereby the Beisi Pagoda appeared particularly solemn under the gloomy sky.

The outline of the tower loomed in the rain and mist, as if harboring countless secrets. The four of them took a deep breath, climbing the narrow stairs inside the tower, footsteps echoing within, seemingly narrating the history of this ancient tower.

Upon reaching the tower's top, a sharp and piercing cry of an eagle suddenly pierced the sky, like a sharp blade, instantly tearing open a rift in the oppressive atmosphere, involuntarily evoking a trace of fear.

Following the sound, they saw a group of Poisoned Blood Eagles driven by Western Region hawk trainers, sweeping in like a torrent of black, seemingly intending to cover the entire sky.

These blood eagles were enormous, each standing over half a person tall, their feathers glossy black, glinting with eerie light under the dim sky. The blood eagles' gazes exuded a bloodthirsty gleam, like demons from Hell, fixating on Shi Feiyang and others, in search of prey.

Their beaks and claws shimmered with a cold glint, obviously laced with potent poison, the slightest scratch would result in instantaneous death by poisoning, evoking a tinge of terror.

Shi Feiyang's expression instantly became alert, a flash of vigilance in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he swiftly drew the Celestial Frost Blade, which emitted a chilling aura under the dull sky, contesting against the dreary weather. Shi Feiyang executed a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws," his figure moving like lightning, instantly merging with the saber, opposing against this dreary weather.