Huang Feihu and the others were quietly moved off the main road by the Yellow Turban Warriors using the Hunyuan Banner. Moments later, they seemed to awaken from a drunken stupor, as if suddenly realizing they had been dreaming. They hurriedly rubbed their eyes and temples atop their mounts, then looked around carefully, only to find that their pursuers had vanished without a trace.
Seizing the opportunity, everyone spurred their horses onward and rushed straight to Lintong Pass. The defending general, Zhang Feng, refused to open the gates. Fortunately, Xiao Yin, a former subordinate of Huang Feihu's who had defected here earlier, secretly coordinated with them. Under cover of night, he assassinated Zhang Feng, threw the gates wide open, and let the group pass through at their leisure.
They galloped for more than eighty li before finally reaching the foot of Lintong Pass.
Who could have expected that the pass commander, Chen Tong, had long harbored a grudge against Huang Feihu? To make matters worse, he carried a rare treasure—the Fire Dragon Dart. This dart had been secretly taught to him by an otherworldly expert. The moment it was thrown, it released smoke, and it never missed its mark.
After only a few exchanges, Huang Feihu was a moment too slow in dodging. A dart tore through the air and pierced him beneath the ribs, knocking him from the Five-Colored Divine Ox on the spot. It was said: The dart flies through smoke, and regret comes too late; its blazing radiance glitters like a sacred fungus. When it meets a general, it pierces his heart and scatters his soul; when it strikes a horse, its hooves flip skyward and dust fills the air.
At that moment, Qingxu Daode True Lord, seated upright upon a Biyun bed, called White Cloud Boy