She nodded lightly, biting her lip gently as if trying to suppress the reluctance in her heart.
Then she turned, walking with light yet slightly heavy steps alongside Gong Sing, Bai Zhi, and Xiao Lingling toward the Vermilion Bird.
The Vermilion Bird was enormous, its feathers brilliant like flas, shimring with a mysterious luster under the moonlight.
It stood proudly, majestic, with wings slightly trembling, as if eager to soar into the sky.
As Gugela and the others approached, the Vermilion Bird lowered its head obediently, allowing them to leap onto its back.
Gugela sat steadily, taking one last gaze at Shi Feiyang, eyes full of attachnt and anticipation.
Following that, the Vermilion Bird let out a long cry, resonant and stirring like a great bell tolling, echoing through the heavens.
It spread its wings, stirring up a fierce whirlwind that swept up sand, stones, and grass.
Soon, carrying them, the Vermilion Bird unfolded its wings and flew away.
Under the moonlight, the silhouette of the Vermilion Bird drifted away, eventually vanishing into the vast night, leaving Shi Feiyang standing, gazing at the sky, silently praying for their safe journey.
After Liao Pei also led his group away, Shi Feiyang’s expression softened like the warm sun of spring, calling Shi Xiong and Shan Zhi, gently instructing them to stay, accompanying and protecting Lin Wanqing, Liu Guihua, Little Yu Yan, and the other children.
Lin Wanqing and Liu Guihua, upon hearing that Shi Feiyang would be acting alone, were filled with concern, their eyes showing care and unease.
They frowned slightly, lips lightly pressed together, as if having a thousand words but not knowing where to start.
Seeing this, Shi Feiyang smiled faintly, his smile warm and reassuring, softly saying, "Ladies, don’t worry, your husband’s trip is just to set a fire, not to fight them directly, what’s there to fear? You just need to take good care of the children and wait for my safe return. Once I’m back, we shall enjoy family joy together."
With that, he perford the Supre Lightness Technique "Flying Beyond a Thousand Miles," his figure becoming unbelievably light, like a feather, rging into the air, drifting towards Val Castle.
His posture was graceful and unrestrained, like an immortal among mortals, clothes fluttering, leaving a beautiful afterimage in the moonlight.
Approaching Val Castle, the night had deepened, moonlight like water, draping the earth in a silver veil.
Shi Feiyang’s figure flickered, like a spirit in the night, hiding in the shadows.
His sharp eyes instantly spotted four night-walkers stealthily approaching the fortress.
Their figures ghostly, movents agile, like phantoms in the night, each step was taken so lightly it barely made a sound.
Suddenly, the fortress gate opened with a dull sound, especially piercing in the silent night, shattering its tranquility.
The night was dense, a red figure under the night wind, like a blossoming fla, strikingly vivid and captivating.
That red figure exuded a mysterious aura, compelling curiosity.
Shi Feiyang’s heart stirred, curiosity arose, and he lightly executed the Lightweight Technique, hiding atop the fortress tower, ready to investigate.
His form light as a falling leaf, silently landing on the fortress tower, clothes fluttering, moonlight outlining his handso, upright figure, akin to a jade tree standing elegantly in the wind.
Shi Feiyang was like a quiet statue, steadily lurking atop the fortress tower.
The night was deeply dark around him, only his gaze like electricity, seemingly piercing through the darkness, closely watching every move below.
He pondered silently, who exactly was this mysterious red figure that could appear in the desert depths and what intricate ties did they have with these four stealthy night-walkers?
At once, suspense arose, the tense atmosphere like an invisible, sturdy web spreading from all sides, tightly enveloping Val Castle, making it hard to breathe.
This mysterious red shadow was the Blood Rakshasa, feared across the Southern Tianshan.
Her red hair was like raging flas, wildly dancing in the night wind, as if to ignite the dark night sky; skin blood-red, emitting an eerie and unique sheen as if soaked in blood long enough to exude a chilling aura; in her hand, a red whip, serpent-like, circling by her side, its every sway carrying a lethal threat; a short sword at her waist, its cold gleam interspersed with red glints, seemingly whispering tales of countless bloody pasts.
From her high-combed hair to her boots, she was cloaked in red, as if a Demon God erging from a sea of blood, everywhere she went tinged with this intense red.
The Blood Rakshasa was originally the na of a long-lost Inner Power Heart thod in the world’s Martial Arts.
It was because this stunning woman had cultivated such Inner Power that, at the age of sixteen, her entire body gradually was suffused with this strange red.
Since then, the na of this Inner Power Heart thod beca her nickna in the Jianghu.
From then on, her original na was unknown, and everyone in Jianghu called her the Blood Rakshasa.
At this mont, she held a soft whip in her left hand, its body supple yet hiding strength, like a venomous snake lying in wait, ready to strike with lethal speed at any ti; in her right hand, a treasure sword, its blade narrow and long, its sharp, cold gleam flashing deadly intent in the night.
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