King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 836 - 246: The Blood Shadow Flashes, the Demon God Appears; Bloodshed on the Wasteland, Remnants of the Battle Soul (Part 2)

His voice was firm and steady, fully displaying the demeanor of a leader, making those who heard it feel a surge of trust and reassurance in their hearts.

Liao Pei and Lie Quan, upon hearing this, immediately cupped their fists and bowed, their actions uniform and orderly, showcasing the boldness and etiquette of Jianghu people. In unison, they responded, "We will faithfully follow the Grand Squad Leader’s orders!"

With that, the two turned around and left with agile steps to prepare for the journey.

Their figures gradually receded under the sunset, yet carried with them endless strength, forging bravely toward unknown challenges.

Princess Gugela stood quietly by, listening to the conversation between Shi Feiyang, Liao Pei, and Lie Quan word for word.

In her heart, it was as if a bottle of mixed emotions had been overturned, full of reluctance, yet deeply understanding that Shi Feiyang bears the heavy responsibility of saving all the people under heaven—it’s his mission and his duty. Tears lingered in her eyes like light spring rain, impossible to suppress, finally spilling over.

She held back the choking in her heart, trying hard to compose her emotions, yet her voice still carried a slight tremor, softly but firmly saying, "Husband, I know I cannot keep you. This journey to Bozhou is far, with treacherous mountains and rivers lying ahead. All I can do is pray to the heavens to have mercy, to bless you with a safe return as soon as possible. Here, on this vast grassland, I will earnestly pray for you every day, wishing your journey to be smooth."

Her gaze intertwined with longing and worry, just like stars and clouds in the night sky, the glistening tears gently sliding down her cheeks, adding a touch of tender charm that begs sympathy from the heart.

Seeing her in this state, Shi Feiyang’s heart felt as if struck by a heavy hammer, a wave of intense pain washing over him.

He reached out his hand, broad and warm, gently wiping away Princess Gugela’s tears, his voice as soft as a spring breeze, carrying threads of comfort: "Rest assured, Princess, I, Shi Feiyang, will do my utmost to return safely. After the rebellion is quelled, I will return to your side immediately, never to part from you again, determined to spend the rest of my life with you."

His words, like the warm sun in spring, gently poured into Princess Gugela’s heart, bringing her infinite solace, slightly calming her anxious heart.

That evening, in order to demonstrate his regard and gratitude for Shi Feiyang and the others, Great Khan Dangxin of the Lindan tribe hosted a grand feast at the royal palace for Shi Feiyang, Gong Simeng, Lin Wanqing, Bai Zhi, Liu Guihua, Shi Xiong, and others.

At the feast, the lights blazed like daylight, illuminating every corner and reflecting on everyone’s faces. The rich fragrance of wine filled the air, intoxicating to the senses.

Dangxin held the wine cup high, his demeanor solemn and serious, loudly saying, "My son-in-law and all heroes, going to Bozhou to quell the rebellion is truly an act of great righteousness, a move to benefit all people under heaven. Here, I toast to all of you, wishing you success, swift victory, and an early return triumphant!" After speaking, he tipped his head back, draining the cup of wine in a bold gesture befitting a Great Khan.

Shi Feiyang also raised his wine cup, standing upright like an unwavering pine tree.

He rose to return the toast, his voice strong and powerful, like a bell ringing throughout the feast: "Thank you Great Khan for your generous hospitality. We will give our all, not letting down the Great Khan’s trust, nor disappointing the expectations of all under heaven. With our blood and passion, we vow to quell the rebellion and restore peace to the land." His words were like a reassurance pill, filling those present with confidence and strength.

Gong Simeng, Lin Wanqing, Bai Zhi, and others also rose and raised their wine cups to toast with everyone.

For a moment, the feast was filled with laughter and light-hearted farewells.

However, amidst the lively atmosphere, a faint sorrow of parting permeated, like a cool breeze mixed with a touch of chill in the air of spring, stirring a bit of melancholy in the heart.

Shi Feiyang and his group of wives, disguising as a caravan, quietly left the Lindan tribe, heading toward the border.

Along the way, the hoofbeats rang crisply, like urgent drumbeats, the wheels rolling and raising clouds of dust.

Everyone was alert, their gaze sharp, constantly observing the surroundings.

Just then, in the distance, dust billowed like a yellow dragon charging forward.

A white figure riding a chestnut horse dashed in like lightning. The visitor was Yili.

She wore a plain white silk gown, fluttering like a lotus blooming in the desert, elegantly pure, untouched by dust. She held the reins of a direction chariot, which remained steady on the bumpy road, as if held firmly by invisible large hands. From afar, Yili called out joyfully, "Husband, it’s me, Yili! Haha!"

Her voice was clear and melodious, like silver bells echoing in the expansive desert, filled with joy and delight.

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang’s eyes instantly lit up with surprise, like a meteor streaking across the night sky. He immediately leapt off the horse, his movements agile, like an eagle soaring with wings spread, tracing a graceful arc in the sky, landing lightly behind Yili.

He gently wrapped his arms around Yili’s delicate waist, the gesture tender and natural.

Yili turned her head, her beautiful eyes flowing with affection, like a spring lake glistening.

She lightly kissed Shi Feiyang, the joy of the couple’s long-awaited reunion apparent, the surrounding air warming with their delight.