Chapter 1003 - 275: Blades, Shadows, and Jianghu Grudges—Chivalrous Hearts Amidst Chaos (Part 3)

After speaking, he slightly turned his body and continued, "Everyone only needs to carry a piece of dried horse leg meat and a water pouch for emergencies. This horse leg meat, after being air-dried, is resistant to storage, even in dire straits, it can sustain life; the water in the pouch is the source of life, extremely crucial in the vast desert, and must not suffer the slightest mishap."

He showed meticulous concern for the daily life of the heroic group, fully embodying the demeanor of a leader.

Upon hearing this, Guo Xiangyu and Shi Xiong both stiffened, a trace of tension and resolve flash in their eyes.

The two exchanged a glance, understanding each other’s intentions, and promptly took action.

Guo Xiangyu moved gracefully, her gait elegant yet practical, resembling a nimble flying swallow.

She swiftly headed to her tent, packing her clothes, valuables, and some hidden weapons with speed akin to butterflies dancing among flowers.

Every action was clean and efficient, showcasing the valiant elegance of a Jianghu woman.

Shi Xiong took firm strides, his steps steady and forceful, his movements crisp and decisive. He polished his weapon so that it gleamed coldly; in his hands, the weapon seemed like a part of his body, emitting a chilling intent to kill.

He carefully placed some healing pills into a specially designed pouch, as these pills are essential lifesavers, crucial to survival.

Afterward, he placed them into a package, which held the hopes of the entire team in his hands.

Before long, both had packed their bags and hurried back to Shi Feiyang’s tent.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, a look of approval in his eyes. He reached out to take the bags from Guo Xiangyu and Shi Xiong, then held the mouth of the deerskin bag with both hands and shook it gently. A miraculous scene occurred; the bags seemed to be drawn by an invisible mysterious force, slowly floating up directly into the deerskin bag, disappearing instantly.

This deerskin bag was like a mysterious space capable of containing anything.

Shi Feiyang tied the deerskin bag again, looked resolutely into the distance, foreseeing the impending life-and-death battle.

In his gaze, there was not the slightest fear, only a longing for victory and a steadfast belief.

In this ever-changing Jianghu, he was fully prepared to face the coming storm.

Guo Xiangyu, like a butterfly drawn by love, moved lightly with her pack, her steps eager yet gentle as she approached Shi Feiyang.

Her eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, bright and determined, never looking away from Shi Feiyang. In this vast expanse, only his presence was real, everything else was but an illusory backdrop.

The deep feelings contained in her gaze were as fiery as burning flames, seemingly able to ignite the surrounding air, while the determination was like a towering mountain standing for a millennium, unshaken by the howling winds of time or the floods of fate, unwavering in her steadfast intention. She parted her lips slightly, her luscious lips like the most vibrant peach blossoms in spring, exuding a captivating glow.

Her voice was crisp and pleasant, yet carried a force capable of reaching deep into one’s soul, expressing a vow engraved in the deepest part of her soul, unchanging and eternal: "My lord, this battle is undoubtedly the most severe test fate has given us, at the brink of life and death, concerning survival. Xiangyu here earnestly beseeches you, please do not abandon me. No matter how thorny the road ahead, or how perilous it is, with every step on the edge of life and death, Xiangyu has resolved to walk alongside you in this life, life and death intertwined. As long as I can stay by your side, even if it means crossing those raging flames, stepping into boiling hot soup, Xiangyu will never utter a word of complaint, willingly enduring all hardships for you. Because, in Xiangyu’s heart, you are the only light illuminating my life, my unwavering belief in this lifetime, the eternal home of my soul."

Her voice, like a gentle yet resilient strand of silk, softly lingered within the tent, with every word carrying life, filled with her near-mad passion for Shi Feiyang. This voice, like a spring breeze, gently stirred the heart, making anyone who heard it feel ripples in their heart, emotions of tenderness and sympathy rising naturally.

Shi Feiyang stood quietly, his gaze never left Guo Xiangyu.

In his deep eyes, a highly complex expression flashed for a brief moment.

Within he was deeply moved by Guo Xiangyu’s passionate feelings, akin to the first flower blooming in spring, carrying freshness and warmth, slowly unfolding in his heart; there was deep worry for Guo Xiangyu’s safety, the concern like a heavy mountain pressing on his heart, making his breath heavy; there was the determination as a leader facing difficult decisions, akin to a sharp treasure sword capable of cutting through any hesitation, gleaming coldly but also conveying helplessness and pain.

He sighed gently, the sigh carrying countless years and unspeakable words, both soft and heavy.

He spoke softly, "Xiangyu, how could I not understand your feelings, not feel your passion. Your every word, every look is like a mark, deeply engraved in my heart. But this battle is too perilous, the wicked people from the Western Holy Sect and Hake Tribe are ruthless, their methods cruel, their martial arts terrifying. They are like a pack of fierce wild beasts, ready to devour us. How can I bear to let you, so precious and beautiful, face such danger, confronting life-and-death trials unknown? I would rather endure all the hardships myself than let you suffer even a tiny harm."