King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 962: Chapter 268: Fierce Winds on the Salt Road: Shadows of Chivalry Clash with the Mad Overlord, Miraculous Skill Shatters the Cunning Blade

The crowd listened quietly to Guo Xiangyu’s story, and as she spoke, that tragic past seemed to slowly unfold before their eyes.

The evil deeds of the "Northwest Four Beasts" were like sharp blades piercing the hearts of everyone, causing a raging fire of grief and anger to surge within them. They were utterly disgusted by the actions of the "Northwest Four Beasts", and their faces all showed disdain.

At the same time, their gazes towards Guo Xiangyu were filled with sympathy and care.

Their eyes were like the warm sunshine of spring, trying to soothe her deeply wounded soul.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, and a trace of comfort shone in his eyes.

That gaze was like the most dazzling star in the night sky, bright and profound, as if it could see through all things in the world.

He spoke slowly, his voice resonant and powerful, like a great bell ringing, with an air of dominance and a heroic spirit that embraced the whole world: "Miss, there’s no need to be polite. Seeing injustice and drawing one’s sword to help is the duty of we people in the Jianghu. Though this Jianghu has many dangers, the wicked shall never prevail over the virtuous. People like the ’Northwest Four Beasts’, who do many evil deeds and cannot be tolerated by the heavens, will eventually face retribution and receive the punishment they deserve. Tonight, it is heaven’s blessing that you have avenged your great enmity, and it’s a cause for celebration. From now on, you can let go of the obsessions in your heart. Although the Jianghu is treacherous, it is not without beauty. I hope you can use your skills to bring righteousness and add some noble spirit to this murky Jianghu."

Xie Wen and Shi Xiong also nodded, casting comforting and encouraging looks at Guo Xiangyu.

Then, Xie Wen stepped forward with a gentle smile and said, "Sister, as you roam this Jianghu in the future, if you face any difficulties, feel free to tell your brother. We, as people in the Jianghu, should support each other through tough times."

Shi Xiong agreed beside him, "Yes, sister, your revenge was exhilarating and satisfying. From now on, as we walk the Jianghu together, we shall uphold justice and make a name for ourselves."

In an instant, although the atmosphere in the courtyard was still somewhat grave, the words of everyone added a warmth and hope, like a dawn breaking through the darkness, lighting the path forward for everyone.

No one went upstairs to rest; instead, they headed straight to the stables in the backyard.

Entering the stable, they saw a few horses leisurely chewing on the fodder, which emitted a faint, fresh fragrance.

The horses, seeing their owners arrive, raised their heads, their eyes glimmering with liveliness, and let out a few neighs as if greeting everyone. The people skillfully led the horses out, their movements flowing smoothly, showing the free spirit of those in the Jianghu.

Then, they all mounted their horses with agile and swift movements.

Guo Xiangyu, with a light figure, leapt onto the horse’s back like a nimble swallow, her posture graceful and adept.

Shi Feiyang sat upright on the horse, sturdy as a pine tree, like a towering mountain, exuding an extraordinary aura that commanded respect.

They whipped their horses, the whips cutting beautiful arcs through the air before landing heavily as they set off down the road.

They rode their horses like the wind, galloping through half the night, as the rooster crowed thrice, and the east gradually whitened. The pale light of dawn resembled a sharp sword, slowly piercing through the thick, ink-like night, casting its glow over the vast land.

Shi Feiyang and his group stepped into the borders of Ningxia, slowly advancing along a winding and twisting Salt Road. The fierce wind was like a monstrous beast from ancient times, roaring wildly through the world, emitting a deafening howl.

The piercing cold wind was like sharp blades, whistling by, cutting into people’s faces, painfully as if trying to tear their skin apart. Everyone except Shi Feiyang, riding fast, had their faces blown red by the relentless wind, much like ripe apples, vividly red. Their hair was in disarray like defeated willows in the storm, swaying wildly and appearing extremely disheveled.

However, Shi Feiyang was completely different.

The Bright Jade Technique circulated slowly within him, like a warm and powerful spring, continuously exuding a protective effect over his body.

As he rode swiftly, white mist emanated from his body, like a soft and mysterious veil enveloping him.

His figure was faintly visible within the white mist, like an extraordinary immortal, standing apart from the world; or like the master of all things, controlling the fate of the universe, unfazed by the onslaught of the wild wind.

The cold wind was like a pack of ferocious wolves with bared fangs, fiercely pouncing on Shi Feiyang, yet when they encountered the white mist radiating from the Bright Jade Technique surrounding him, it was as if they hit an invincible invisible wall, dispersing into nothingness, unable to harm him in the slightest.

Shi Feiyang, having undergone countless arduous and extraordinary trainings, and with the supreme lineage of the Sunflower Saintess and the magical enhancement of the Xu Fu Immortal Pill, had long attained that extraordinary "Vajra Indestructible" body.

He had now reached a realm where no poison could harm him and weapons could not penetrate him.

This mere cold wind, in his eyes, was nothing more than a breeze grazing his face, unable to harm him in the least or shake his tall, pine-like stature, nor his smooth, jade-like skin and ink-black hair.

Guo Xiangyu only felt her cheeks were as if pierced by a thousand fine needles at once, the piercing pain causing her delicate eyebrows to knit tightly.

She turned her head towards Shi Feiyang, her eyes full of confusion and curiosity, intending to ask about it, but saw that Shi Feiyang’s face was like a beautiful jade, his fair complexion showing no sign of distress from the storm, as if protected by an invisible shield.