Chapter 1103 - 295: Past Grievances Converge Before Flying Tiger Pass, Life-and-Death Pact Within the Bright Jade Technique (Part 2)

Stones fell like raindrops, Yun Wuyue swayed in the air blast, Shi Feiyang extended his long arm and shielded her beneath.

As the dust slightly cleared, Yun Wuyue suddenly broke free, the hem of her crimson dress swept past the ground littered with poisoned needles: "Don’t pretend to be kind!" When she disappeared at the end of the passage, remnants of the Peacock Plume sliced through the air, leaving a dark blue mark on the stone wall.

Xie Wengang slightly raised his claw, Shi Xiong’s White Rainbow Treasure Sword was already pointed forward, Guo Xiangyu’s Mandarin Duck Saber glittered coldly: "Let me chase her! This demoness..." Shi Feiyang stretched out his hand to stop them, the icy blue True Qi in his palm gradually calmed: "No. Although Yun Wuyue is obsessed, she did not use a lethal hand on me."

He gazed into the direction where Yun Wuyue disappeared, his eyes complicated, "Spare her life, there might be a turning point."

Guo Xiangyu suddenly grasped his wrist, the silver bell emitted an urgent sound: "You... you won’t be sparing her just because she’s pretty..."

Her voice trembled, starlit eyes glistening with tears. Xie Wen and Shi Xiong hurriedly turned their heads, unable to suppress their shaking shoulders.

Shi Feiyang couldn’t help laughing and crying, reached out to tuck her disheveled hair behind her ear: "Nonsense! In my heart, no woman in the world can compare to you by half." His voice was gentle yet firm, icy blue True Qi quietly encased her slightly cool fingertips, "Once the chaos is quelled, I’ll take you to Liaodong, to see the vast fields of Forget-me-not."

Outside the city, the sounds of battle roared like waves crashing on the shore, Liao Pei’s Long Arm Fist shuddered the city wall’s green bricks until they peeled away, Wudang Seven’s Sword sang clearly, transforming into seven silver arcs slicing through the night sky, Su Qinghan’s Emei Swordsmanship expanded, countless sword shadows converged into a golden lotus platform, forcing the rebel army to retreat continuously.

Shi Feiyang gripped Guo Xiangyu’s hand tightly, when the Celestial Frost Blade unsheathed, its cold light surged, the icy blue True Qi surrounding the blade even dimmed the nearby firelight, as if a cold moon descended upon the world: "Xiangyu, you stay here with Xie Wen and Shi Xiong for now. To protect our Heroic Sakura Association’s brothers, today let the rebels at Flying Tiger Pass witness the extreme cold might of the Bright Jade Technique!"

Guo Xiangyu’s starlit eyes flickered, she reversed her hand to slip a Jasmine Fragrance Pill into his palm, her fingertips faintly trembling: "Husband, be cautious in everything. If there’s any movement, my silver bell..."

Her wrist quivered lightly, the saber’s silver bell let out a clear and resounding tone, "Even if it means dying, I’ll stand by your side in battle!"

Xie Wenying’s eyes were like electricity, silently locking the steel claw on his wrist, the cold glint flickered in the night; Shi Xiong gripped the White Rainbow Treasure Sword tightly, his young chest heaving violently, eyes full of eager hope: "Grand Squad Leader, rest assured! I will protect the madam!"

Shi Feiyang let out a long howl, his figure transformed into a cyan shadow as he flew out of the secret chamber.

Upon setting foot on the city head, the Bright Jade Technique had already been exerted to the "Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison" realm, the fierce blade Qi freezing rebels into ice sculptures on contact, their fearful expressions still solidified within the ice crystals.

Shi Feiyang’s palms flew, the "Evil Blood Tribulation" of the Holy Heart Technique was unleashed with a roar, blood patterns surged from his palms like living creatures, drawing blood from ten thousand foes. In an instant, wails rose from the city wall, over ten thousand rebels’ bodies trembled violently, black blood seeped from their seven orifices, and in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they shriveled like husks drained of essence, twisted into grotesque forms in the cold wind, telling tales of fate’s caprice.

Guo Xiangyu and others broke out from the secret chamber, the bamboo saber spun creating a twin lotus reflection, as the saber light flashed, the iron chain locking the city gate snapped in response. Liao Pei’s Long Arm Fist was mighty as the wind, each strike shattered the rebels’ shields; Lie Quan’s Heaven and Earth Saber cut out a golden blade curtain, slaying the enemies attempting to block in their tracks; Wu Zhong’s iron palms flew, shattering foes into flying flesh and blood with monument-breaking force; Xiao Lingling’s Mandarin Duck Saber and Su Qinghan’s Cyan Nether Sword reflected each other, leaving sprays of blood wherever they passed.

The beacon fire at Flying Tiger Pass finally extinguished, the tattered rebel banner on the city head fell with a crash, raising clouds of dust, like the end of a dark reign. The city gates opened wide, the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association surged into the city.

On the streets, previously shut doors and windows were opened, townspeople carried lanterns, tears in their eyes, offering the last of their household food and clean water to these heroes who brought them hope.

Some knelt on the ground, constantly giving thanks; some held the heroes’ hands, too moved to speak. The disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association distributed the seized provisions to the people, for a moment, the town was filled with cries, laughter, and words of thanks interweaving.

Shi Feiyang took out utensils from a deerskin pouch at his waist, glistening under the moonlight, loudly said: "Shi Xiong, quickly order the kitchen to prepare wine and meat! Tonight, everyone except Xie Wen on duty, drink heartily! This peace was not easily won, we should all get drunk together to celebrate with you all!"

Shi Xiong took the order and went, shortly after, cooking smoke rose, the aroma of roasted meat and wine mixed with the joyous chatter of the townspeople wafted through the air.

Bonfires lit up by the street, disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association and townspeople sat together, someone played the lute, someone sang folk songs, the melodies drifted through the night sky. As the night deepened, Shi Feiyang strolled through the city with Guo Xiangyu in his arms.

Her white clothes were still stained with blood, yet her smile was more vibrant than the peach blossoms of spring: "Feiyang, look at that house, the red silk still hangs on the eaves..." Shi Feiyang followed her gaze, seeing the lintel of an ancient house, the faded red silk swayed gently in the wind, as if awaiting a new story.

His broad hand covered Guo Xiangyu’s cool hand, eyes full of tenderness: "Later, I’ll have people decorate, to let this Flying Tiger Pass also share in our happiness. When the world is peaceful, I’ll marry you with a grand procession of ten miles of red."

Cheers rose in waves from afar, someone began setting off captured fireworks, brilliant lights illuminated the night sky.