Chapter 1111 - 296: Jade Soul Moonlit Blade, Flower-Picking Hands Defeat Evil

The moonlight of the waning night, wrapped in the smoke of gunpowder, turns the battlefield into a long scroll of blood-colored ink.

The dazzling white snow has long been soaked with blood, congealed into dark red ice crystals, reflecting a chilling ghostly light under the moon.

Broken blades, shattered armor, and scattered limbs, like chess pieces casually thrown by fate, narrating the heart-stopping horror of the bloody battle that just occurred.

Guo Xiangyu’s bamboo saber is still dripping with blood beads, the crimson trails winding down the blade, blooming like tragic flowers on the snowy ground.

Her fingers tremble slightly, as if still carrying the remnants of the battle’s tremors, slowly sheathing the bamboo saber.

Her gaze frantically searching through the crowd, finally resting on that familiar figure.

Shi Feiyang’s dark outfit has long been soaked in blood, the dark red stains layered like the imprint of time or the pattern of life.

Each bloodstain silently narrates his bravery and determination in the fierce battle just now, but in Guo Xiangyu’s eyes, they pierce her heart like a thousand steel needles.

"Feiyang!" she calls softly, her voice filled with uncontrollable panic and heartbreak, sweeping past the chaos as she rushes to him. Her beautiful eyes glisten with tears as she closely examines every wound on him, "Your injuries... how are they?" she says, her trembling hand gently touching his blood-stained collar. Feeling the sticky blood, she can no longer hold back, and tears fall uncontrollably.

Shi Feiyang raises his bloodstained hand, tenderly wiping away the tears on her cheeks, his fingertips brushing past her reddened eyes, carrying the rough and scorching warmth from the battle.

His lips curve into a smile, a blaze in his eyes hotter than the flames of war: "Xiangyu, look at these ’red plums’ all over the ground, which one isn’t transformed from the enemy’s blood and tears? As long as you’re by my side, I can carve a path lined with flourishing flowers even through thousands of enemy troops."

Guo Xiangyu gives him a reproachful look, but her tears flow more intensely, like a flood breaking through a dam: "At a time like this, you’re still saying such things! Don’t you know, watching you being surrounded by enemies was like my heart being fried in a boiling oil pot. If anything happens to you, what... what point is there for me to live?"

She reaches out and holds onto him tightly, as if letting go would make him disappear into this cruel turmoil, "I don’t want a path adorned with blooming flowers, I want you to be safe, I want you by my side."

Shi Feiyang holds her tightly in his arms, the smell of his blood mix with the soft jasmine scent in her hair, creating a hint of warmth on this cold battlefield.

He lowers his head gently kissing the top of her hair, voice deep and firm: "Xiangyu, however difficult this chaotic world, however fierce the war, I will not let you down. Once everything is settled, we’ll go to Jiangnan, find a serene little courtyard, watch the flowers bloom in every season, listen to the rain hitting the banana leaves, and spend the rest of our lives together."

Guo Xiangyu lifts her head, gazing at him with tearful eyes full of affection and reliance: "Feiyang, from the moment you took my hand, my heart could no longer hold anyone else. We will face the storms of this chaotic world together; we’ll taste life’s bitter and sweet experiences together. Alive, we share the same quilt; dead, we share the same grave."

The two tightly embrace each other.

Moonlight spills on them, granting a layer of holy radiance to these lovers in a chaotic world, witnessing their love, stronger than gold and deeper than the sea.

Three days later, the waning moon hangs like a hook, dyeing the valley a strange grayish blue.

Suddenly, a sinister wind rises from the depths of the earth, carrying an overwhelming stench and sweetness.

The mist manifests a ghostly green, scorching all plants it touches black, it condenses into a skull shape in mid-air.

Amidst a jarring metallic scraping sound, Yang Rubai maneuvers the bronze scorpion-shaped war chariot bursting from the earth, its 360 vents spouting toxic smoke, the scorpion tail mechanism glimmers with ghostly blue runes, revealing the long-lost "Hundred Poison Thousand Mechanism Array."

"Do the Central Plains riffraff dare challenge the Yang Sect? Today you’ll witness the prowess of Miaojiang’s witchcraft!" Yang Rubai unveils his black robe, revealing his neck riddled with worm bites, laughing like a snake hissing, "My brother’s lonely on the Yellow Springs Road, lacking companions for the journey!"

No sooner had he finished speaking, the scorpion tail mechanism roars into motion, the toxic mist turning into a green tidal wave, sizzling the rocks it touches, rising in thick white smoke.

The toxic mist churns like thick black ink, Duoji Chire’s tattoo on his neck twisting grotesquely with each breath, he rips off his head wrap exposing a face scarred like a beast. His crimson tongue flicks like a snake over the blood-marked scimitar, chuckling deep and beastly: "Central Plains blood, the most exquisite wine on earth!"

No sooner had he finished speaking, the scimitar turned into a blood-red arc, the "Blood River Reversal" sword momentum spreading open a deep chasm in the ground, vivid red blood like a living creature spurts forth, forming a three-headed six-armed Asura apparition in mid-air.

Liao Pei’s white hair stands upright, his tiger eyes wide like copper bells.

His hands curve like ape arms, when he strikes with Long Arm Fist’s "Long Arm Break Cloud", he rises three meters into the air with the force of the punch.

The moment the punch wave and sword qi collide, the air emits a shattering glass sound, the Asura apparition is forcibly dissipated.

Duoji Chire staggers backward, but Liao Pei, like an eagle snatching a rabbit, twists in mid-air, "Long Arm Capture Dragon" creating ten fist shadows like iron chains across a river, violently snatching the opponent’s scimitar. With a roar, he exerts force with one arm, lifting the Blood Saber Swordman and slamming him heavily onto the rocks, amidst flying debris, Duoji Chire spits blood mingled with several broken teeth.

Lan Qin’Er’s silver bells ring, her delicate wrist trembles, the "Thousand Spider Poisonous Hand" transforms into an ink green poison fog pressing down from the sky.

She floats like a butterfly on her toes, where her jade hand sweeps, the poison fog condenses into myriad spider shadows, the ghostly green spider silk piercing the air like steel needles.

Xiao Lingling lets out a delicate shout, her Mandarin Duck Saber twirls into sheets of snow, the "Winged Branches Together" sword momentum shredding the swarm.

Suddenly Lan Qin’Er’s waist whip lashes out like a poisonous snake, Xiao Lingling improvises, abandoning the saber to raise its scabbard, striking the whip’s segments emitting a metallic clash. In the poison woman’s moment of surprise, Xiao Lingling’s short sword draws "Mandarin and Duck Fly Together", cold light streaking past Lan Qin’Er’s cheek, a few strands of blue hair fall already corroded by the poison fog into ashes.

Tuoba Leng Shuang’s ice blue True Qi surges violently, his palms forming seals condensing ice spikes within them.

"Ice God’s Wrath!" he shouts, the "Profound Ice Technique" transforming into thousands of ice shards pouring down.

Shan Zhi’s smile is sharp, his body swiftly turning as plum blossom darts unleash, the trajectory of "Meteor Catching the Moon" hidden weapons sly and bizarre.

The collision of the ice shards and dart shadows bursts into a dazzling blue glow, Tuoba Leng Shuang’s pupils contract sharply, as Shan Zhi steps close on remnant shadows of ice, three plum blossom darts forming a triangle shoot forward.

In haste, he deploys "Profound Ice Shield", yet Shan Zhi kicks through the ice shield, his shoulder immediately blossoms with blood flowers.

Meng Jialuo tears open the Hundred Gu Pouch, the whole person laughing maniacally, within the pouch, the swarm of Gu bugs bursts out like a black cloud.

The screech of "Wan Gu Devouring Heaven" makes everyone’s eardrums ache, faintly revealing a giant skull mouth amidst the black mist.

Miao Menlong’s bowstring fully drawn like the moon, starry eyes gleaming with cold brilliance: "Thunderfire Break Evil!"

The Star-Chasing Arrow leaves the string instantly, three purple lightning bolts strike from the sky, the arrow body wrapped in thunder crashing into the Gu swarm.

Meng Jialuo screams miserably as he throws the Gu Tether, but sees Miao Menlong’s toes lightly touch the ground leaping skyward, firing three arrows in triangle formation, each arrow invoking sky thunder.

When the last arrow pierces his chest, Meng Jialuo is pinned to the cliff wall.

The Hundred Gu Pouch bursts, the countless Gu bugs retaliate, gnawing him until only white bones remain.

Duan Cangyun steps through with Wave-Riding Step like a ghost, the Long Sword attacking low, "Cracking Jade and Shattering Stars Swordsmanship" crumbling green rocks with each move.

Lu Wen Tripod and Blood Rakshasa wield their swords together, sword light transforming into an ice snowstorm, "Celestial Snow Dance" sword momentum sealing all retreat paths.

Duan Cangyun strikes obliquely at Blood Rakshasa’s ankle, only to see Lu Wen Tripod’s Long Sword blocking horizontally, Blood Rakshasa’s short sword hissing venomously at his throat.

He hurriedly leans back, his hair piece sliced through, blue strands disheveled, Lu Wen Tripod’s sword tip already pressing against his throat, while Blood Rakshasa’s short sword pierces his heart, the sword qi from both blades grinding surrounding rocks into powder.