Chapter 1264: Jade Skill Freezes Foes, Hundred Blades Guard the Nine Provinces

Where the saber aura passed, the air emitted a sharp whistling sound, and the cherry blossom blades shattered into pieces.

Fuma Xiaoyezi’s eyes flashed with a hint of fear, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness.

She muttered incantations, and the scarlet ninja robe on her body moved without wind. The pink ice crystals on the short blade grew threefold, and she coldly said, “Then taste the ‘Cherry Blossom Snowfall’!” Countless poisoned cherry blossoms swept in like a snowstorm, instantly corroding tables and chairs into black residue.

Bai Zhi, struggling with her weak body, shouted, “Watch me!” She lightly raised her jade hand and summoned the Nine-headed Serpent Gu.

The Nine-headed Serpent Gu hissed, and nine snake heads spewed out venom of different colors, weaving into a toxic web in the air, colliding with the cherry blossoms.

In an instant, purple smoke filled the entire hall, as the poisonous mist and cherry blossoms corroded each other, making a “zzz” sound.

Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity, his figure ghost-like, drew close to Fuma Xiaoyezi.

The vortex suction of the Bright Jade Technique launched, and Fuma Xiaoyezi felt a strong force pulling her forward. She struggled desperately and thrust the short blade toward Shi Feiyang’s throat.

Shi Feiyang sneered, his left hand forming a claw and gripping her wrist, as his right palm burst with golden light, it was the “Golden Dragon Coiling Claw” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. With palm force like a dragon emerging from the sea, he struck her chest fiercely.

Fuma Xiaoyezi let out a miserable scream, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, flying backward, and crashing heavily into the wall.

She struggled to get up but saw Shi Feiyang had already ghost-like appeared in front of her, with the Bright Jade Technique in full operation, the chill around him transformed into an ice dragon, binding her securely.

“Tell me, the conspiracy of Xie Zhichuan!” Shi Feiyang’s voice was cold enough to freeze the heart.

At this moment, the remaining ninjas suddenly shouted in unison, blue flames igniting on their bodies, intending to perform a suicidal self-explosion technique.

Shi Xiong shouted, “Grand Squad Leader, watch out!” Shi Feiyang’s eyes narrowed, hurriedly retreating with Bai Zhi, Shan Zhi, and others. Amid the explosive roar, the whole hall was blasted into pieces, dust and smoke filling the air.

After the dust settled, Shi Feiyang gazed at the mess on the ground, only to discover that Fuma Xiaoyezi had escaped again, and angrily roared, “Xie Zhichuan, Li Wuduo, I will ensure a blood debt be repaid!” He picked up Bai Zhi and led everyone back to Central Earth.

The waves of the East Sea churned with a salty stench, grinding the morning sun into countless fragments of gold.

Shi Feiyang stood on the bow, his dark garment flapping like a fierce battle flag in the sea breeze, the Celestial Frost Blade at his waist and the copper eagle at the bow glimmering in the sunlight.

Bai Zhi leaned against the carved ship railing, the Miaojiang silver ornaments softly jingling in the wind. The golden silkworm Gu wrapped around her wrist was spitting silver threads, tying a few scattered strands of hair into a delicate knot. “These waves are fiercer than our initial ‘fight at first sight’,” Bai Zhi’s voice mingled with the waves, her knuckles gently caressing the mottled saber marks on the ship’s railing—left by the night raid of pirates half a month ago.

Shi Feiyang turned to look at her, seeing his wife’s pale face had gained color, yet the dark marks left by the bone-eroding powder at her collarbone still coiled like a snake, his heart tensed. He reached up to tuck her loose hair behind her ear, feeling the skin had regained its soft warmth. Only then did he smile and say, “Once we return to the Central Plains, I’ll take you to Changbai Mountain to pick a Thousand-year-old Snow Ginseng, and turn all these pains into gentle spring breezes.”

Before his words were finished, “Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi hurried across the deck, his dart pouch tinkling with his steps.

As he bowed in salute, his sleeve slipped half an inch, exposing a new knife scar—marked during the bloody battle at the Ryukyu Royal Palace, protecting Shi Feiyang. “Grand Squad Leader, can Lu Chengfeng and Li Ji assume the roles of Ryukyu Sub-Branch Leader and Deputy Sub-Branch Leader of our association? They are surrounded by wolves and tigers!”

Shan Zhi’s gaze moved beyond the sails, towards the distant silhouette of island contours, his brow furrowing deeply.

Shi Feiyang stood with hands clasped behind him, letting the sea breeze lift his hem.

He stared at the rolling waves, recalling three days ago when Lu Chengfeng single-handedly fought against twelve ninjas—his Azure Dragon Saber full of gaps, yet he valiantly guarded the sub-branch warehouse; and remembering Li Ji’s majestic stance using the Wind Thunder Sword to summon thunder, splitting the enemy ship in two.

“Even if they’re not suitable, they’ll have to stand on their own.” Shi Feiyang suddenly turned, eyes flashing brightly, “The more challenges they face, the faster they grow. Haven’t we walked through countless battles, bleeding side by side?”

Shan Zhi opened his mouth, wanting to speak again, but was interrupted by Shi Feiyang raising his hand, “I also thought of leaving Brother Shan as the Sub-Branch Leader, but, come to think of it, it would be a waste of talent. Brother Shan is a standout in our association headquarters, the Hall Master of the Divine Artifact Hall, without you, who will protect the Naiman Tribe? Who will support the Jiangnan Headquarters? Who will supervise the various sub-branches?”

His voice mixed with the creaking sound of the ship’s planks, carrying undeniable authority, yet added a touch of earnestness at the end.

At this moment, Shi Xiong stepped forward, the tassel of the White Rainbow Sword fluttering in the wind. He laughed loudly, “The Grand Squad Leader is astute! Remember back when we first established the Heroic Sakura Association sub-branch in the Northern Desert, we were chased by bandits. Now, we have become a force feared by petty criminals in Jianghu!”

He reached out and patted Shan Zhi’s shoulder, “Brother Lu’s Azure Dragon Saber has inherited the true essence of ‘Dragon Roars Across the Lands’, and Brother Li’s Wind Thunder Sword has surpassed his predecessors. With them guarding Ryukyu, even if the Fusang Shogunate launches a full-scale attack, they won’t find any advantage!”

Shan Zhi looked at Shi Feiyang’s resolute profile, then glanced at Bai Zhi leaning beside her husband, her Miao flute lightly tapping the ship rail, playing a rousing battle song. In the distance, returning sails cut through the waves, and the spray shattered by the bow reflected rainbows in the sunlight, just like the blood and fire path the Heroic Sakura Association had trod through the years. Suddenly, he smiled with relief, solemnly bowing, “I understand! I will surely assist the Grand Squad Leader in planting the flag of Heroic Sakura in every corner of the world!” Shi Feiyang laid a hand on Shan Zhi’s shoulder as the four of them looked towards the rolling sea of clouds ahead, letting the sea breeze whip their clothes fiercely.