King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shi Feiyang held the long knife, his arm trembling slightly from a mix of anger and strength. The tremor contained his dedication to justice and hatred for evil. His eyes were fixed on the black-robed guest, the tip of his long knife cold and gleaming, pointing straight at the guest as he sternly questioned, "Tell me! How do you break the Enchanting Spell on those Sect Leaders?" His voice echoed all around like a great bell, carrying undeniable authority.

The black-robed guest gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently as if each breath exhausted all his strength. A sinister smile appeared on his face, like the mockery of a demon, full of disdain for everything in the world.

Gasping heavily, he spat viciously, "You'll never know!" A strange cold smile emerged at the corner of his mouth, declaring his stubbornness and determination. With that, his head tilted, he breathed his last, and his body fell slowly, like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

Shi Feiyang sheathed his knife with a steady and powerful movement, a "swish" sound marking the clean return of the blade. He then bent down to pick up a ring and collar, his eyes showing focus and caution as he carefully placed them into a deerskin bag at his waist.

With this, he had gathered seven types of keys.

A hint of relief flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, like the warm sun of spring driving away the long-standing gloom in his heart. His gaze shone with the light of victory, resembling the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating his path forward.

Soon after, Shi Feiyang hastily headed to Black Wind Stronghold. Now, unlocking the Ancient Curse Space was no longer a challenge, and his heart was filled with hope and determination. Gong Simeng and Lie Quan greeted Shi Feiyang with faces full of surprise, their eyes wide like copper bells, full of shock and confusion, their mouths slightly open as if wanting to say something, yet the sudden joy stuck in their throats.

They curiously asked Shi Feiyang why he had suddenly appeared in this place.

Shi Feiyang explained with a smile, "We are currently in enemy territory, any slight movement may be detected. Therefore, I carefully calculated the timing and came specifically to support you." His voice was calm and steady, like a powerful bell echoing around, providing reassurance to those who heard it.

His voice seemed to carry a kind of magic power, able to dispel the fear and unease surrounding them.

Lie Quan mentioned that while in Jinan Prefecture, he learned from a Jianghu person that Black Wind Stronghold had recently received a mysterious visitor, someone of great martial arts skill and ruthless actions, causing the bandits of the stronghold to fear him. The Jianghu person described him with eyes still filled with fear, his voice trembling as if this mysterious guest was a demon from hell.

Shi Feiyang speculated that this mysterious figure was likely the mastermind behind everything, the same black-robed guest he had just defeated and killed. His eyes revealed a hint of understanding, everything was within his control, deep and wise enough to see through all the fog of the world.

He nodded slightly, as if verifying his guess in his mind. Having said that, he took out the Tianshan Snow Lotus Water and Shaolin Temple's treasure, the Lesser Returning Pill, distributing them to the Heroic Sakura Association disciples for treating the wounded.

Shi Feiyang's movements were gentle and caring, his eyes filled with love as he carefully handed the medicine to each wounded person, gently comforting them, "Don't be afraid, the medicine will make you better." His voice was like a spring breeze, bringing warmth and hope to the injured. His eyes showed genuine concern, treating each injured person as his closest kin.

Later, Shi Feiyang instructed the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association's Jinan Sub-Branch to allocate some people to escort the wounded temporarily to the foot of White Poplar Peak, planning to send them back to the city for treatment the next day. Afterward, they together buried the deceased, each face displaying grief and solemnity, the scene silent except for the rustling leaves in the breeze, as if mourning for the departed.

Their movements were respectful and slow, paying the highest tribute to the deceased.

Then they all mounted their horses and sped towards Taishan Gorge.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, rumbling continuously, playing a battle song for their journey.

The hoofbeats were steady and powerful, announcing their determination and courage.

On the way, Lie Quan reported to Shi Feiyang that when the Heroic Sakura Association's Jinan Sub-Branch disciples secretly investigated the disappearance cases of the sect leaders of major Shandong Martial Arts factions, they encountered countless obstacles. They not only faced interference from unknown forces, like snakes hidden in the dark ready to strike a deadly blow at any time, but also suspicion and distrust from other Jianghu sects, as if countless suspicious eyes were watching them.

Rumors about the Heroic Sakura Association in Jianghu were growing more intense, with some believing it was an emerging force in the martial arts world attempting to overthrow the entire Jianghu's order. Others speculated it was a branch of a mysterious organization, hiding behind it unknown purposes, shrouded in a veil of mystery.

Shi Feiyang responded with a smile, "Once we rescue the sect leaders of the major Shandong Martial Arts factions, these rumors will naturally crumble. For now, we need not pay attention to them." His smile was full of confidence and calm, seeing every difficulty as just a pebble on his road forward.

Hearing this, Lie Quan immediately felt invigorated, his eyes glowing with hope, seeing a bright future. His posture straightened as if filled with endless strength, ready to face new challenges.

Gong Simeng coquettishly said, "Brother Shi, I'm tired." Her voice was soft and sweet, like the song of an oriole in spring, her eyes showing a hint of fatigue, pitiful enough to evoke sympathy. She frowned slightly, her mouth turned down slightly, appearing fragile.

Shi Feiyang let out a hearty laugh, robust and bold, able to dispel all the gloom in the world.

He reached out and pulled Gong Simeng into his arms, the two sharing a horse, riding swiftly towards Mount Tai.

Along the way, Gong Simeng pretended to snuggle into Shi Feiyang's embrace, her eyes showing a hint of cunning, like a sly little fox. She secretly searched Shi Feiyang but couldn't find any trace of the Token, Jade Pendant, or sheepskin scroll.

However, Gong Simeng's actions were somewhat clumsy, her eyes occasionally betraying a trace of panic. Whenever Shi Feiyang moved slightly, she would immediately stop her search, pretending to be sleepy.

Gong Simeng was deeply conflicted; on one hand, she knew she carried out Liu Tingting's task and had to find those items; on the other hand, during these months with Shi Feiyang, she had developed deep feelings for him, each search felt like stabbing her own heart.

Gong Simeng's eyes occasionally flashed a hint of struggle, torn between good and evil, emotion and loyalty.

In reality, the Token, Jade Pendant, and sheepskin scroll were hidden in a deerskin bag at Shi Feiyang's waist.

This deerskin bag, for ordinary people, was unseen and untouchable, as if covered by a layer of mysterious magic.

Gong Simeng felt frustrated for not completing her task given by Liu Tingting, her eyes full of disappointment, her heart heavy with melancholy, a weight of stone pressing on her heart. She felt tired and eventually fell into a deep sleep in Shi Feiyang's arms, her breathing even and steady, finding a moment of peace in the chaotic Jianghu. Her face showed a trace of tranquility, as if all her worries had left her.

As the hoofbeats gradually faded, their group reached the entrance of Taishan Gorge.

Shi Feiyang tightened the reins, pulling with strength, the reins in his hand taut and creaking like forged steel.

He signaled the team to stop, then surveyed the surroundings, seeing the steep cliffs on both sides of the gorge towering into the clouds, with jagged rocks like grim faces, overlooking the people below.

In the middle, a small path wound endlessly into the depth of the gorge, like a sleeping dragon waiting to be awakened by them.

The path was tranquil and mysterious, hiding countless secrets and dangers, occasionally echoing cries of unidentified animals, adding to the eeriness.

The wind blew gently, bringing a slight chill, with an unknown scent mixed in, making one instinctively alert.