Book 1: Winds Begin to Blow in Tai Yuan
Chapter 17 - Plotting to Destroy Profound Origin
A woman's piercing scream broke through the stillness of the
dark night. The scream was filled with madness and misery, cutting the somber
sky apart into fragments like a bloodstained knife.
With a loud banging and clattering sound, inside a heavily
curtained, incense-scented chamber full of splendor, an exquisite mirror carved
with eight lotus flowers was heavily thrown onto the floor, the surface
splitting into several cracks.
On the fragmented mirror surface was reflected a
crescent-browed, straight-nosed countenance of attractive fairness;
unfortunately, it had two bone-deep wounds in it, savagely intersecting and
carved into her glossy skin.
The beauty of her face and the hideousness of her injuries
shockingly clashed, causing one to sigh at the imperfect nature of the world.
A crowd of respectfully waiting maids surged up like the
tide. Under the ferociously vicious gaze of the person in the mirror, they were
forced to bow even lower, and then retreated again like the tide.
Pei Yuan swayed like she was about to fall. Supporting
herself in front of the dressing table, her one hand shook while braced on the
table surface. Even after desperately biting her lips, she still could not
repress the shivering throughout her whole body.
Over ... it was all over ...
The appearance she was so proud of, the extreme beauty she
used to distinguish herself in the Tai Yuan royal family, was completely
destroyed by a random blade light in one night.
From now on, she would descend to become Tai Yuan royal
family's laughingstock. From now on, all those imperial sisters whose
appearances were unable to be compared to hers and were held in disdain by her,
would use the most pitying looks and the warmest phrases to unceasingly comfort
Just thinking of those seemingly warm, but in reality bitter
and cold commiserations, she would feel like she was falling into an ice pit,
and want to go insane!
"Get out! All of you scram!"
The chamber was quickly cleared of people. The curtains
lifted by the flow of exiting people, lightly floated back down.
Glimmering light passed through the green jade lamps, shone
on the drapes, and illuminated the sobbing, face-hiding figure that had bonelessly
collapsed onto the ground near the dressing table.
The figure's thin shoulders unceasingly shook. Faint
whimpers came and went, the miserable crying like a never-awakening nightmare.
The half-open window blew in midnight's chilling breeze,
which leisurely swirled inside the chamber. Inside the wind's sounds, there
faintly traveled an extremely low whispering.
Quiet, yet sharp, like the grinding of steel wool, or like
icicles on the summits of thousand-year-old glaciers, the whispers held icy
harshness as well as never-ending killing intent and hatred.
"If I ever find out who you are ... need to kill ...
will not rest until you die ..." ---------------
That sharp scream
pierced through the quiet of the Profound Origin sect village like a drill.
Everyone heard it, and everyone had different reactions to it.
Qi Xunyi's eyes were deep and mysterious. He turned his
plans and calculations over and over again, all kinds of conjectures running
through his mind. The only thing missing, was any sort of pity towards his
cousin's tragic situation.
Zong Yue clasped his hands while standing in front of the
window, facing the boundless darkness. The eyes he used to stare into the void
were not empty, but instead seemed rooted in reality. It was as if he could see
beyond the murky fog of midnight, and see some kind of bone-chilling destiny of
After hearing that piercing scream, he slowly raised his
hand, then made a fog sweeping gesture.
Strangely, in his eyes, there also was no pity to be found.
Far away, on a remote mountain peak, a wide sleeve robed man
leisurely leaned against a boulder. Playing with a mysterious and eccentric
mirror, he overlooked the Profound Origin sect underneath.
On his knee crouched Master Yuanbao, whose white fur gently
swayed in the wind while it also looked in the same direction as his master,
into the darkness in front.
Its gaze was heavy, and its mood was very solemn. It had
already accompanied its master in staring for almost an hour.
But it actually couldn't see much of anything.
Yuan Zhaoxu tilted his head and looked with annoyance at his
pet who liked to pretend. Suddenly, he stood up.
Master Yuanbao immediately tumbled down onto the ground,
with its four limbs and pink stomach facing the sky.
Its master slightly chuckled. "How foolish."
Master Yuanbao used its two claws to grasp the earth, ready
Unexpectedly, his master lightly said, "I was talking
about Qi Xunyi."
Master Yuanbao's shattered glass heart instantly repaired
From behind came the sound of fast footsteps, sweeping over
like a gust of wind. Amidst the rustling of leaves, a girl's crisp voice was
"Aha, that piercing noise just now was at a high
decibel level, very suitable for soprano singing."
A dai colored
shadow flashed. Meng Fuyao climbed up and pushed aside Yuan Zhaoxu, sitting
down with a plop. Grimacing while rubbing her knee, she resentfully said,
"That guy was pretty strong, I had to use my best efforts to only barely
manage to escape. When my leg hit the tree I didn't even feel anything, yi ya,
only now when I'm resting do I feel the pain."
After a pause she then said, "This person's origins,
and Pei family's status, seem to be pretty powerful huh."
Yuan Zhaoxu leaned on the boulder while feeding Yuanbao some
fruits. Yuanbao had already forgotten the bitterness of being bullied a while
ago, and opened its mouth contentedly to receive the incoming food. Hearing
Meng Fuyao's question, Yuan Zhaoxu smiled and replied with another question.
"You've been complaining for half a day, is it because you want me to
personally massage your knees?" While replying, the hand that was lowering
the food slowed. Yuanbao immediately glared at Meng Fuyao.
Fuyao stared back with disdain, then glanced at Yuan Zhaoxu
with a mocking laugh. "How about you go massage that little guy's belly,
looks like it can't digest all of the food. It would be unfortunate if it died
Yuanbao immediately bared its teeth at Fuyao. This time Meng
Fuyao didn't even bother with it. Yuan Zhaoxu smiled, then while taking out a
piece of cloth to wipe his hands he said, "Royalty."
Fuyao's eyes focused, and her tone became more serious.
Lights swirled brilliantly in Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes. Laughingly
he replied, "Regretful?"
Meng Fuyao's long eyebrows jumped up, and the side of her
mouth slightly rose. "The only thing I regret is not piercing straight
through her that day."
Yuan Zhaoxu looked at the Fuyao who was in high spirits. His
eyes flashed, and after a time he chuckled. "Do you know who it is you
just tried to assassinate?"
"Tai Yuan's Third Prince, Qi Xunyi," Zhaoxu's
smile became even more mysterious, "also known as one of the Five Region
Continent's 'Seven Princes', Prince Yi."
"Prince Yi? 'An apricot flower askew slick with misty
rain, three thousand scarlet colors dancing in starry twilight', the one known
as the number one in literary talent, number one in noble aura, number one in
absurd ridiculousness under the heavens - Prince Yi?"
Meng Fuyao was stunned, recalling that ambush that was like
a venomous snake, and that sword light that was like a storm cyclone.
Yuan Zhaoxu glanced at her. "Looks like it was
fortunate that I didn't reveal his true status to you before, otherwise I'm
afraid you would have been unable to run when you were at the Wind Listening
"Nonsense." Fuyao gave him an angry look. "Am
I the type of person to get weak in the legs when seeing attractiveness?"
Yuan Zhaoxu pretended to be earnest, leaning over and
patting Yuanbao on his head. "Master Yuanbao, what do you say?"
Yuanbao's tone sounded like complete agreement.
Meng Fuyao was infuriated, and hatefully said, "If I
really was a loose woman, I'd throw myself on you first..." After getting
halfway through she realized her slip of the tongue, and with an "uh"
sound she hurriedly shut her mouth.
Unfortunately, the sensitive eared Yuan Zhaoxu had already
heard. With a lift of his eyebrows, he chuckled while looking over.
Fuyao sprang up in a flash, loudly yelling, "I'm
With a couple leaps she had sprinted down the boulder, just
like a fleeing rabbit. Faintly she could hear the man behind her softly laugh,
the sound close to the side of her ear.
"This was my original hope, I just didn't dare
ask."  ------------------
Keeping in line with Yuan Zhaoxu and Meng Fuyao's
expectations, the situation changed the next day.
Normally, with Qi Xunyi being targeted by an assassination
attempt at the Profound Origin sect, he should have immediately alerted Lin
Xuanyuan and work with him to come up with countermeasures. However, Qi Xunyi
did not do this, but instead was silent for the whole day. During the day he
ordered many people to investigate affairs, interrogating several disciples of
the sect. Once evening arrived, he went to visit Lin Xuanyuan.
What the two discussed, no one knew. Only a faint sound of
sect master Lin erupting in anger was heard, while Qi Xunyi only chuckled and
sent out a command: The sect master of the Profound Origin sect is suspected of
collusion with the Yun family, and seriously wounding Princess Pei Yuan. He
will be brought back to Yanjing for interrogation, while Profound Origin sword
sect will be completely guarded by heavy troops. Without clearing of all
suspicion, none of the disciples would be allowed to exit even one step.
The Profound Origin sword sect was a high ranking martial
sect in the Tai Yuan Empire, and many of its disciples were from wealthy and
powerful clans. According to typical procedure, without going through an
investigation and permission by the local authorities, Qi Xunyi completely
detaining a whole sect by himself was a little too reckless. Unfortunately,
this prince has always done things this way - everyone knew that he was
uninhibited by rules, the number one under the heavens in being exaggeratedly ungovernable.
It would only be strange if he didn't do things outrageously.
Qi Xunyi locked down and secured the Profound Origin sect,
then went to visit the Infinite Empire's Grand Tutor who was currently a guest
at the sect. Representing the Tai Yuan Imperial Court, he delivered some
apologetic niceties, then ordered that the Grand Tutor be immediately released
and allowed to go on his way.
Today, Meng Fuyao leisurely followed among the Grand Tutor's
contingent, walking out of the grounds of the Profound Origin sword sect.
"I've always thought it strange." Fuyao had
thoughtfully pondered for a long time, before finally whispering beside Yuan
Zhaoxu's ear. "Even though I wanted to create a frame-up, I only expected
to muddle to waters of the case, and use the subsequent opportunity to escape.
Because, Qi Xunyi should have realized that this situation has something odd
about it, and wouldn't be so easily tricked. Yet from what I see now, he seems
to be determined to act against Lin Xuanyuan. Also, please don't tell me that
this is because of his famous willfulness. That night when I exchanged blows
with him, I could tell that his supposed absurdity is most likely a ruse."
"Woman shouldn't be too dumb, but being too smart is
also not good." Yuan Zhaoxu smiled as he looked at her. "Isn't it
fine that you've escaped, why care so much about it?"
"Just tell me!" Meng Fuyao, anxious to know, grabbed
the reins he was holding and made a movement as if she was going to release the
"Every states' martial powers will participate in
political struggles, this you know. Profound Origin sword sect was always neutral
in the past, but recently it had shown signs of moving closer to Tai Yuan's
Crown Prince. While Qi Xunyi, the Third Prince, has always been in disagreement
both publically and privately with the Crown Prince." With a pull of his
fingers, Yuan Zhaoxu snatched back control over the horse reins.
Meng Fuyao was enlightened all of a sudden. "So it's
like that. Qi Xunyi only needs an excuse, even if the excuse is riddled with
holes, he can still borrow it to take action. No wonder you advised me when I
was going to attack him, to be sure to only use Profound Origin sect's martial
techniques. And when Lin Xuanyuan was facing Qi Xunyi's interrogation, even if
he suspected the assassin to be me, he would still have no way of expressing
the whereabouts of this "already dead disciple", let alone explaining
how I died. Naturally, he would be unable to dispute anything."
The corner of her eyes drifted sideways, her vision falling
on the hand Yuan Zhaoxu had used to take back the reins of the horse. There, in
the center of his palm, a lotus blossom was pale white in color and extremely
life-like. She couldn't refrain from raising her eyebrows and smilingly ask,
"What is that in your palm? A birthmark?"
Yuan Zhaoxu's fingers paused. With a shake, the robe sleeves
fell down once more, covering his palm. Faintly laughing he said,
"Something like that."
His expression was normal, but Fuyao thought that he seemed
a little low-spirited. Knowing that she probably touched some taboo of his, she
chuckled, then didn't say anymore.
Master Yuanbao stuck its head out from Zhaoxu's chest,
greedily peeking at that lotus blossom. It nibbled its teeth, most likely
wanting to want bite off that mark.
At this time, the procession had arrived at a stream flowing
at the base of the Profound Origin mountains, and the group stopped to rest and
quench their thirst. Qi Xunyi's escorting troop was behind them by a step, and
not long after they also catched up. Qi Xunyi's carriage was glamorous and
brightly decorated, while a colorful trail of maids and servants followed. At
the four corners of the carriage golden bells sounded with "ding
ling" noises; the carriage's scattered fragrance could be smelled from far
away along the road.
From the horse carriage traveled low, calm music, beautiful
and serene, intermixed with a woman's delicate laughs. The tune seemed a bit
familiar. Meng Fuyao was bitterly racking her brains, when she saw a couple of
the Grand Tutor's subordinates look at each other, their expressions abnormal
Only after thinking for a while did she finally recall, that
tune seemed to be one of the ten most common red-light songs, "Playing
with Purple Bamboo". Furthermore, only the cheapest courtesans among lowly
prostitutes would sing it to entertain their ignoble guests; any brothel girl
who had some amount of business would disdain to sing it.
From the royal horse carriage, that typically should have
dignified, magnificent imperial music playing, instead came a type of decadent
song most people would be ashamed of listening to in public. It truly made for
an incompatible pairing.
The subordinates of the Grand Tutor all showed "such
absurdity" expressions, while Meng Fuyao coldly looked on from the side.
Recalling the panther-like alertness and dragon-like sword arts of that
malevolent man last night, an iciness flashed through her eyes.
It would be best to avoid people like Qi Xunyi. Fuyao
escaped far away, going upstream to find a place to find water. Just when she
was about to drink, unexpectedly a person marched over from behind, piercingly
shouting, "Make way make way!"
Meng Fuyao turned back only to see several servants, each
carrying jade basins, wash towels, scented soap, and on a golden tray one of
them was holding, was even a shiny piece of aluminite stone. It looked like
they were preparing to procure water for Qi Xunyi to wash his face. 
Those subordinates of the Grand Tutor all revealed
expressions of "such extravagance" again.
Meng Fuyao glanced over at the transparent and clean spring
water. This world was still the unpolluted era of ancient history, and spring
water could be directly used from the source. This Qi Xunyi, he needed to use
alum precipitate even when washing his face, isn't he going a little too
Seeing her just stand there unmoving, in between the
servant's brows passed a flicker of anger, and he stretched his hand to push
Meng Fuyao. "What are you doing stupidly standing there? You're going to
pollute the upstream water! Run downstream to drink!"
Fuyao was engrossed in deep thought until, with that
unexpected push, the slick moss on the rocks underneath slipped her, and she
immediately slid sideways down towards the water.
1. A famous Confucian philosopher Mencius (Meng Zi) once
said this to a king. Mencius was getting ready to return to his home town when
the king said he hoped to see him again. Mencius replied with this phrase,
meaning that that was his hope as well.
2. Aluminium Sulfate can purify water: http://www.instructables.com/id/How-to-Purify-Muddy-Water/
Chapter 18 - Clear Water, Flying Sleeves
A warm and clean voice was heard, sounding a little
detached. With the sound, a white streak swept forward like a ribbon and
unfurled in mid-air. With a "shua" sound, it caught Meng Fuyao's hand
that was grasping at air instinctively when she realized she was falling.
Fuyao's figure was immediately stopped in a dangerous, half
fallen position, forming a 45 degree angle with the rocks underfoot. Not far
underneath was a pool of clear water. Her long hair hung down onto the water
surface, with some longer strands dancing in the current - it was an unstable,
yet beautiful posture.
Because her sleeve was pulled tight, her clothes were
stretched close to her body, revealing those perfectly exquisite hills and
valleys. Under her willowy waist her robes scattered, fluttering like a dancing
skirt. Even though she was wearing men's clothes, they still couldn't hide the
natural charm of her figure.
The visions of the many people by the stream could not help
but fix on her. There was a brief atmosphere of silence.
In the middle of Qi Xunyi's contingent, a horse carriage's
curtains were suddenly lifted up a hair. With a veil covering her face, Pei
Yuan gloomily watched the figure above the clear waters that could be
considered a beauty with only a look. Her eyes exuded jealousy-induced
And in the first carriage, a pair of piercingly brilliant eyes
turned, then let out a light "yi" sound. 
However, Meng Fuyao herself did not realize that this one
pull had displayed her figure. She hurriedly used the strap that was holding
her up, and with a twist of her waist she stood up straight. Only then was she
able to take a look at the good Samaritan who had helped her in time.
The afternoon autumn sun shone through the dark green shade.
Beside the clear stream, slightly yellow strands of grass were covered by the
scattered rays of sunlight, and became even more brilliantly golden in color.
Atop the tips of the grass, a white robe spread. It was a warm but distant man,
young, graceful, his lips and pupils slightly paler than most people. When he
smiled, the autumn sun and golden wind suddenly seemed to transform into spring
breezes and blooming cherry blossoms.
Because he had thrown out his waist strap with flying
sleeves, his robes had scattered outward. Yet this didn't give one a sense of
inelegance or dishevelment; instead, it added to that originally present aura
of remoteness, several degrees of natural serenity.
Meng Fuyao was shocked. She thought to herself, did she
recently become blessed with peach blossom luck ? Among the men she met, too
many were outstandingly handsome. While thinking this, she offered the waist
belt back to its owner.
Just when she wanted to say a few words of gratitude,
unexpectedly the other side calmly smiled, then softly said, "The strap
was already slightly dirty, this lady can feel free to throw it away."
After saying he very politely nodded his head, then turned
and left. He got onto a horse carriage behind Qi Xunyi's, and then the carriage
sped off to another side to stop and rest. This left Meng Fuyao dumbly standing
on the rocks, clenching the waist strap with surprise.
The strap was clearly completely new and in good condition,
so white that even tofu would die of shame, and he actually said it was dirty?
This person's attitude was pretty strange. You couldn't say
he was lofty and condescending - his manners were impeccable, he was cultured
and modest, and when he didn't want the belt he gave the completely inoffensive
excuse of self-respect. But you couldn't say he was friendly - he clearly
didn't seem very amiable, even immediately abandoning the strap she had gripped
like worthless scrap.
After Meng Fuyao stared for a half while, she hatefully used
the waist strap to wipe her hands. That guy didn't want it anyways!
Only after she wiped her hands and carefully inspected did
she discover, the waist strap was actually made from fabric that weaved Heaven
silkworm's silk together with white gold strands; in the middle was a
similar-colored mutton fat jade . The strap was expensive, yet unostentatious,
just like the man.
After thinking a little, Meng Fuyao hid the waist strap in
Yuan Zhaoxu, previously always off to the side, now popped
out of who-knows-where. With a strange gaze, he watched Meng Fuyao stuff that
man's personal belonging into her robes. After some time he said, "What
are you doing keeping that thing?"
Fuyao replied like it was obvious. "This thing is worth
a lot, if I keep it, if one day I need clothes or food, I can use it to trade
for living expenses."
Yuan Zhaoxu slightly wrinkled his brows, "That thing
isn't worth anything, don't keep it. If you lack money I'll give it to
"Trying to trick me?" Meng Fuyao curled her mouth.
"You think I can't see the value of this jade? Also, this girl has a lot
of backbone, I don't accept charity."
Zhaoxu cast a glance at her, then faintly grinned.
"Yes, you don't accept charity, you just pick up the junk other people
"You!" Meng Fuyao became gloomy, shifting her eyes
to see Yuanbao poke its head out from Yuan Zhaoxu's robes. Seeing Fuyao
deflated and melancholy, it turned extremely happy, chattering with zhi zhi
sounds non-stop. With indignation she used the "one finger flick",
flicking Yuanbao, who squeakily protested and opened its mouth wide to bite.
Meng Fuyao had long escaped while loudly laughing.
After running for a couple steps, past a curve was a patch
of forest shade. Not far forwards was Qi Xunyi's contingent. Meng Fuyao was
just about to go back, when she heard someone say, "Hey, you."
Turning her head to look, she saw the servant who had just
pushed her and almost caused her to fall into the water. Seeing this person,
she didn't want to bother with him, but for some reason when this person saw
Meng Fuyao his eyes suddenly lit up, and he beckoned. "Hey, you come
Fuyao started, squinting her eyes to look at him.
"Calling for me?"
"Yes, you." The servant was not very polite.
"Our master doesn't have enough servants, you come here and give a
He saw Meng Fuyao with an expression of awkward indecisiveness,
and patiently said, "We won't make you work for nothing." From his
sleeve he palmed out a string of copper coins . Throwing it on the ground
with a "pa la" sound, he arrogantly said, "Here, one hundred wen, enough for you to eat at Yanjing's
meat broth shop for half a month." 
Meng Fuyao lowered her head, looking at the copper money by
her feet. After a while, she smiled and picked it up, even blowing some dust
off of the coins.
The servant revealed a pleased expression, handing Meng
Fuyao a copper basin and saying, "Go, go next to the stream to get some
water, it needs to be upstream water. After carrying it over, go to sister Jin
Yan by the second horse carriage and ask her for some rosewater and lotus
cream. After exchanging for them bring them into the carriage, remember, don't
let your dirty hands touch the water! Alright that's all, I'm going to help his
highness change clothes."
He shoved the copper basin to Meng Fuyao, a face of rejoice
from finding a person to do his work for him. Fuyao could calculate with her
fingers and she would still be able to guess that after Pei Yuan had her
appearance ruined, her mood would be terrible. She already had a domineering
attitude before, and those serving her would definitely suffer even more. Those
who helped her run errands must be trying to escape whenever they could,
otherwise why would they pay others to help?
The servant held out the basin. Seeing Meng Fuyao didn't
immediately grab it, he impatiently shook the copper basin, "Hey, you dumb?"
Fuyao's eyebrows jumped. Looking at the copper basin, she
suddenly smiled, then slowly went to scoop something out of her sleeve pockets.
The servant knitted his brows, shouting, "Moron
Instantly his words stopped, and then his eyes opened big.
In front, in Meng Fuyao's palm, was steadily held a piece of
gold leaf, its quality extremely good, not underneath two liang in weight. 
According to Tai Yuan's currency system, one liang gold can be exchanged for twenty liang silver, and one liang silver can be exchanged for one
thousand wen coins. One liang of gold, he could work at the Qi
imperial palace for over three years, and still be unable to earn that much.
The servant exhaled a breath of shocked air, struck dumb.
Meng Fuyao shook the gold leaf in front of the servant,
kindly smiling, "You recognize this?"
The servant fixedly stared at that piece of gold, his facial
color turning green then white. Dazedly he said, "Its gold ..."
Fuyao smirked, "Yep, this is two liang of gold, enough for you to go to Yanjing's best Heavenly
Fragrance Restaurant and spread a full course of swallow wings, and eat that
shit for a month."
With a laugh, her fingers loosened all of a sudden, and the
gold leaf fell onto the ground.
Subconsciously the servant squatted down to pick it up.
Fuyao's boot shifted, stepping on the gold leaf.
Stooping down, Meng Fuyao pushed that copper basin to the
servant who had dumbly lifted his head to look at her. "Sorry to bother
you, go next to the stream to get some water, it needs to be upstream water.
After carrying it over, go to sister Jin Yan by the second horse carriage and
ask her for some rosewater and lotus cream. After exchanging for them bring
them to me, remember, don't let your dirty hands touch the water! Alright
that's all, go on."
She edged the copper basin closer to the blackened face of
the servant, shook it in the exact same motion, then lightly smiled, "Hey,
The tip of her foot slightly lifted. That piece of gold leaf
glittered in the dusty soil, tempting a gaze of avarice.
The hand of the servant shook, and clenching his teeth, he
suddenly took the copper basin and with large leaps sprinted towards the
Fuyao stood in the same spot, silently lifting her eyebrow.
After a while she whispered, "Pity ..."
The tip of her foot flicked, and the gold leaf flew up and
landed in her palm. Unhurriedly putting the gold leaf in her bosom, Meng Fuyao
slightly shook her head. "If you had some backbone to refuse me, I might
really give this gold leaf to you, but now ... you're not worthy."
She moved her fingertip in a circle. The string of copper
coins hooked on the finger, that was enough for her to eat at Yanjing's meat
broth shop for half a month, was shook flying, with a "pa" sound
falling to where the gold leaf had just fallen on the ground.
"I'll return this to you, you can go eat meat broth
yourself. Also forgot to tell you, Yanjing's meat broth shop is so cheap since
reportedly they use rat meat."
With a "haha" laugh, Meng Fuyao turned her body to
leave, her nimble steps quickly vanishing into a patch of shady forest, like a
refreshing breeze gusting past in an instant.
At the place where her figure disappeared, the trees and
grass became still. Silence surrounded the area.
After a long while, behind some trees appeared a faint
shadow out of the darkness. The person's white clothes were immaculate, his
pale lips like cherry blossoms.
He clasped his hands while staring towards Fuyao's
direction, his calm expression containing a small trace of interest. Suddenly,
he softly said, "Sorry for bothering you."
The words were said absentmindedly, but immediately someone
"For young master's orders, I would not shrink from a
thousand deaths, let alone a little bother."
That person had a lowered head and stooped body, a copper
basin shining at his feet. It was actually that snobbish servant from just
Only, him right now had a reserved expression, his attitude
tranquil, without any trace of that vulgar and haughty behavior from before.
The white-clothed man was silent for a while, then said,
The person thought a little and said, "Young master,
when I pushed her down the stream back then, did your flying sleeve pull not
"I did." The white-clothed man tilted his head
upward, a pondering expression on his face, saying, "The angle and power
of the wounds on Pei Yuan's face, whoever made them, their martial techniques
are definitely abnormal. Even though this girl hid it well, in that one pull, I
still could sense some of it."
"Although," He indifferently smiled, "in the
tests just now, I have finally determined she is not one of Qi Xunyi's
"Qi Xunyi's subordinates, are they worthy of such a
character?" The white-clothed man leisurely sighed, his voice long,
containing some laughter.
"She is a good person ..."
1. "Yi" 咦 is a sound of shock or surprise
2. Peach blossom luck, "桃花运",
means someone is lucky in their encounters with the opposite sex
3. Nephrite: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nephrite
4. Chinese coins have square holes in them, which allows for
easy carrying by stringing them in a line. Picture: http://l7.alamy.com/zooms/85bf5f414c9448e9af873c4c4a0aee75/a-string-of-ancient-coins-ejx2r7.jpg
5. wen, "文",
is an ancient Chinese unit of currency.
6. liang, "两",
is a unit of weight equal to about 50 grams
Chapter 19 - Disrobing to Attack the Enemy
When Meng Fuyao ran away just a moment ago, Yuan Zhaoxu
watched her lithe figure fly like a bird, vanishing into the light yellow
expanse of trees in the autumn mountains. He silently smiled, then with slow
steps he walked towards the Grand Tutor's horse.
"Your horse carriage can slowly travel, go along with
Qi Xunyi to Yanjing. I'll bring her and leave first, saves us from always being
inside those people's vision radius, possibly creating some kind of
The Grand Tutor squinted his old eyes and looked at Yuan
Zhaoxu, his expression like he was regarding his own favorite son or nephew.
Stroking his beard, he faintly smiled.
"Where are you going?"
"Also Yanjing. This time I borrowed your diplomatic
mission to Tai Yuan to celebrate Tai Yuan Emperor's birthday, just to deal with
Qi Xunyi. How could I miss this opportunity?"
"Ha ha ... as you please."
"Also from what I've heard, at this time's birthday
ceremony, he ... has also come."
"Ah? Hasn't he always been under house arrest inside
Nemesis Dynasty's capital? Nemesis' Emperor allowed him to leave?"
"A flood dragon trapped by limits, will only be for a
time. Once there is a chance, it inevitably will soar up." Yuan Zhaoxu
turned, thoughtfully looking towards the western horizon. His expression
contained some anticipation as well as some humor, seemingly even more radiant.
"And the great winds that will sweep through the Five Regions and soar
through the Four Seas, have already risen ..." -----------------
"Why did we separate from the main procession?"
Meng Fuyao setup the fire pit and raised a fire with deft motions, then neatly
skinned the hunted wild chicken with her dagger. "Also, why do I have to
go with you?"
Yuan Zhaoxu was leaning against an old tree, comfortably
lying down, while a spread of clean leaves was padded underneath his body.
Master Yuanbao had its butt sticking up, and was diligently pushing and
collecting fallen leaves, unceasingly trying to curry favor by piling up the
leaves under its master.
The way it pushed was strange and despicable. It faced
towards Yuan Zhaoxu, shoving leaves up to his body, while its fat stubby back
legs kicked the torn and dilapidated leaves and dirt backwards. The person
sitting behind it was Meng Fuyao.
At first, Meng Fuyao didn't want to keep squabbling with a
petty pet. After consecutively eating several mouthfuls of dirt, however, she
discovered that certain animals didn't know to stop before going too far, their
courage too fat and their minds too skinny. Thus she tore off a strip of leg
meat from the wild chicken, and took advantage of when Yuanbao was not paying
attention to fiercely shove it in its mouth.
Consequently, that certain herbivorous animal immediately
sprinted to the riverside to rinse out his mouth, and the side of the fire pit
was finally clean.
Only now did Yuan Zhaoxu reply to her question.
"If you are willing to be watched by a couple wolves
all day, you could choose to keep going slowly. Also, I don't recall that I
ever wanted you to come with me, you chose to follow me yourself."
Meng Fuyao thought a bit, it seemed that it really was the
case. She couldn't help but shamefacedly say, "Well its not like I can
help it, there's only one road from the Profound Origin mountains leading to
Yanjing after all."
Yuan Zhaoxu held back a smile while giving her a glance,
deciding not to remind the person that was trying to fool herself, that there
were actually other roads leading to Yanjing as well.
The tree branches in the fire pit burned with "pi
pa" sounds, lighting up the two people's flushed red faces like they were
drunk. A type of heated factor was transpiring in the air, making even the cold
moonlight shining from the distant trees seem a little warmer.
Opposite, that smiling man's long eyebrow slightly rose, his
pupils and hair shining black and wavy. A line of red lips burned redder than
even the firelight, his features vivid like a painting, so beautiful that it
entranced one's soul and caused them to harbor resentment that would last even
in the underworld.
Meng Fuyao sat straight, harboring resentment that would
last in the underworld. While staring downwards in embarrassment, she wondered
why extreme beauty always caused her heart to beat erratically.
Especially when that extreme beauty was always using his
eyes full of interest to sweep up and down her body, time and time again.
After sitting for a time and feeling that the atmosphere was
too oppressive to bear, she suddenly sprang up, saying, "I'm going to take
Yuan Zhaoxu raised his head to look at the dark night, then
looked at the surrounding blackness of the forest. He really could not bear to
remind her, that this going for a stroll excuse was a little funny.
Meng Fuyao, upset by his understanding gaze that was tinged
with some humor, loudly said, "I'm going to sing."
This time, Zhaoxu lifted his eyebrow, his eyes full of
disbelief. Meng Fuyao smugly laughed, then went to "sing".
Because she didn't want to "sing" too loudly and
be heard by Yuan Zhaoxu, Fuyao walked a very far distance into the silent
woods, before she finally found a place to squat down. Her pants were
half-removed, when suddenly her hands paused.
The midnight forest was abnormally quiet. Besides some traces
of wind meandering around, even the night's owls were mute. The noises of those
normally soft chirping autumn insects, was now also nowhere to be heard.
From the branches above round moonlight scatteredly landed,
outlining her long shadow onto the ground. That shadow was split into sections
by the black outlines of the trees and rocks behind her, but it could still be
made out with difficulty.
Meng Fuyao half-crouched, still maintaining that pants
half-taken off position. Her fingers noiselessly shifted up little by little,
attempting to pull up her pants, while the corners of her eyes slanted and
examined her own shadow ... feet, hands, neck ... head, alright, there's the
head, that semicircle protruding out of that rectangular boulder on the side,
what was that?
Sweat formed on her palms, the moisture sticking on her
pants. Fuyao's heart jumped tightly, then loosely, drumming in the silent night
with "peng peng peng" sounds.
That was ... the top of a person's head.
With her fingers tightly gripping her pants, Meng Fuyao
silently scolded herself, just why did she have to run out so far by herself.
Behind that boulder was who knew how many people, most likely waiting for her
to take off her pants before taking advantage of the opportunity to move.
Right now, taking off her pants was not possible. Right now,
successfully pulling up her pants, would be determined by their reactions.
Fuyao half-squatted, her waist already sore.
That semicircle behind the boulder slightly moved, as if it
was a getting a little impatient.
Meng Fuyao calculated the time then dejectedly realized
that, according to this distance, if she chose to pull up her pants and fasten
her pant strap, her two hands wouldn't be able to be used. She definitely
wouldn't have time to deal with the opponent's attack.
With extreme nervousness brought extreme stillness. She
faintly heard a distant brook gurgle, or maybe it was the soft splash of a
bird's wingtip dipping into a pool.
In the black night Meng Fuyao's shadowy pupils darkly
turned. All of a sudden, she hatefully grit her teeth.
Her eyes sharply glinted, the ominous resolve found in them
not appearing in most other girls' attitudes.
Wind swept through from the forest's direction, bringing
with it a wavering of the shadows of the trees. The top of the head behind the
boulder also wavered a little.
Meng Fuyao's hands suddenly loosened, letting go of the pant
The pants immediately fell down, and at the same time her
long robes fell down and covered her shame with a "shua" sound. Meng
Fuyao executed a backwards somersault, flipping over the boulder like a large
bird. Her flexible body was like a spring, in a flash arriving at the back of
the large rock. With a kick of her two legs the pants fell off and landed
directly on top of the two heads behind the boulder. The two people didn't
expect Meng Fuyao to suddenly launch a counter-attack, so just when they jumped
up their heads were smothered by thick pants. In the darkness they couldn't see
clearly what it was, and one of them hurriedly reached out an arm to tear it
Before he could complete that motion, Fuyao had already
appeared behind him like an evil ghost. Underneath baggy male robes long
snow-white legs flashed, in an instant twisting onto the opponent's neck. With
a revolution of her body, she fiercely wrenched in mid-air!
In the darkness, only a hair-raising crunch sound could be
The person's skull immediately drooped bonelessly.
A streak of severity flashed through Fuyao's eyes. She
didn't regret attacking with such ruthlessness, because in the instant when she
had flipped over the boulder, she had caught a glimpse of a net soaked in
poison held in their hands. That poison's color was a vague pink. In the past,
when Meng Fuyao was forced by that old Daoist priest to undergo his grueling
training, she had learned broad topics, and had uncommon strengths that most
people would have difficulty learning. With one look she had already identified
that thing as the "Weakening Fragrance Powder", spread throughout the
Five Regions Continent and specifically designed for upper-class nobility to capture
or deal with woman from good families.
Who knows how many respectable young girls had their innocence
destroyed, and how many young people had their entire lives ruined, just
because of that powder? Anybody who had this thing in their hands could only be
described as heartless and obscene. After seeing this today, how could Meng
Fuyao let them off easily?
The moment the other person saw that Meng Fuyao was actually
willing to disrobe to attack her enemies, moving so decisively and ruthlessly,
that in a flash his companion was already dead underneath a twist of her two
legs, he cast aside those pants with great shock and turned his legs to flee. Before
he could even manage to run a few steps, he heard a cold sneer from behind him.
"After seeing my thighs, you still think you can run
1. The "your" that Yuan Zhaoxu uses to talk to the
Grand Tutor is a respectful form of you, "您"
Chapter 19.5 - First Shine of Spring's Glow 
On the flat ground twisted a streak of dai wind. The whip in
Meng Fuyao's hand only swept once, and it had already wrapped around the
opposite side's throat. With a horizontal rein in she tried to pull the guy
over, but she didn't realize that the other's martial arts was not at a low
level - before, it was only because the pants covered overhead and he had lost
his bearings. With a backhanded fling, a ray of golden light shone, drawing a
brilliant, starry arc that directly shot towards Meng Fuyao's heart. The
piercing power forced her to suck in her chest and shrink back, and with one
leap that person traveled multiple zhang, looking like he was about to escape.
Meng Fuyao stamped her foot and was about to rush forwards,
when suddenly she saw the foot of the man unexpectedly crook, as if he had
stepped on a rock or twisted his ankle. With an tilt of his body, he tumbled
and face-planted down on the ground.
Delighted, Fuyao instantly jumped over and sat heavily on
the guy's back, smugly sitting cross-legged. "Kao, didn't I say you
With a cross of her legs, she immediately discovered
something amiss. After lowering her head, she realized that her pants were
already gone, with only her outer robes covering her body. With this leg
position, spring's glow shined out.
In the thick darkness of the night, underneath the dai
colored robes was revealed a slender pair of legs, pure white, straight, sleek
and rounded, like a pair of carpenter crafted jade pillars. The reflection of
the moonlight was brilliantly silver, attracting one's eyes.
From the dim surroundings came a soft chuckle that was
With darkened face, Fuyao hurriedly grabbed left and pulled
right, using her robes to cover over her legs. Silently, she consoled herself
that fortunately she wasn't like the men of this era, who didn't wear anything
under their pants. Fortunately she had worn some underwear she had designed
herself ... ugh, did he see it just now?
Raising her head, Meng Fuyao stared forwards, bitterly
saying, "Hey, what are you doing hiding behind the tree, you a thief or
The light laughter gradually stopped, and behind the tree
slowly materialized a pale-colored round profile. The wide robed, long sleeved
man, two arms crossed in front, leisurely stood leaning against the tree while
On his shoulder rode a certain fatty with white fur swaying
in the wind, leaning against its master's cheek, its two claws crossed in the
exact same position while its two legs were also slightly crossed.
"Seeing that you were gone for a long time, we thought
you needed paper, so we've come to deliver paper." Yuan Zhaoxu, facing the
Meng Fuyao who was angry from embarrassment, innocently smiled.
Master Yuanbao immediately bowed down, its two claws lifting
up a piece of wrinkled up paper, respectfully offering it high up above its
With only one look Fuyao already knew that this guy was
shaming her, how could it be so polite? It was obviously making fun of her.
The more she thought the more furious she got. Her butt used
some more strength, crushing the fellow beneath her to miserably cry out an
"aiyo!" Meng Fuyao jabbed his acupuncture points, then with a sweep of
her whip, she hooked her pants back. Holding the pants in her hands, she lifted
her head and looked at the two opposite with a deadpan expression.
The two calmly stared back, not moving at all.
Fuyao glared a little, watching.
The two still stood calmly opposite her.
Fuyao only felt that her hair had already started to slowly
become vertical. After a long time she swallowed some saliva, helplessly
saying, "Hey, could you turn around, I have to change."
Yuan Zhaoxu blinked, then actually answered,
"If other people can see, why can't I?" Yuan
Zhaoxu's reply was very odd.
Meng Fuyao started, then suddenly leapt up. With a scoop of
a hand and a flash of snow white, her slender legs had already fallen into the
wide pant legs. Her fingers crossed and the pant straps was tied tight, then
with a twist of her body she had already lunged towards the patch of trees
At the same time, a white glow flashed, and Master Yuanbao
jumped off Yuan Zhaoxu's shoulder and shot out, its movements extremely nimble
and quick. The tree leaves close by didn't even tremble.
In almost an instant, a cry resounded out.
Behind the patch of trees suddenly fled a gray-clothed
person, holding his bloodily dripping ear while madly leaping and trying to
escape. On his ear hung a bundle of snow white that, with his shaking and
jolting running movements, unceasingly swung up and down, yet continued to bite
down hard on his ear and resolutely hold on.
The gray-robed man desperately pulled on Yuanbao, while
hatefully shouting, "Fuck you little guy, you dare touch your granddaddy,
you know who granddaddy is? With one little pinky of your granddaddy ..."
"Grandpa's not going to hit your pinky toe, grandpa's
going to hit your pig head!"
With the yell came
Meng Fuyao's figure, in a spring already shooting out like lightning. A black
steel dagger flew in a streak that was even darker than the night, in a flicker
instantly reaching the edge of that person's throat.
The tip of the dagger touched skin, feeling like a fork
poking a swimming fish underwater, slippery and unable to gain traction. The
guy's body abnormally twisted, and unknowingly he had already escaped from the
dagger's attack range.
However, Meng Fuyao didn't waste any time marveling. Since
the dagger didn't land she directly lunged forward herself - elbows jabbing,
palms slapping, legs kicking, shoulders impacting, a continuous flurry of
swift, frenzied close combat attacks that were like lightning, preventing the
opponent from easily breathing. Even though the person's whole body was like it
was oil-covered, slick and hard for blows to connect, but in that short moment
the torrential, hurricane-like rain of attacks still managed to him suffer hits
one after the other, with one attack succeeding out of every three. With the
explosive power and speed from Fuyao's past grueling training, he was directly
beat backwards, unceasingly crying out.
Kao! You scum, actually daring to hide behind that clump of
trees for so long, then didn't that mean that you had seen this woman's
The more she thought the more furious she got, and the
beatdown became more and more brutal. With her eyes shining and her punches
like rain, she satisfyingly hit him like howling wind.
Yuan Zhaoxu was standing at his original spot and faintly
smiling while watching. The secretly hooked finger covered by his sleeves,
finally slowly loosened.
The one-sided battle in front was already nearing its end. A
punch from Fuyao shot out, and that unlucky, muddleheaded man instinctively
tried to block. Who knew that suddenly, she retrieved her fist.
The man started. The fist was raised, comically stopped in
Fuyao used the opportunity when he was surprised to
immediately brutally punch him yet again.
A groan sounded out.
"che... at ..."
The gray-clothed man's eyes went blank, and he crashed onto
Meng Fuyao blew on her fists with a suave manner, and
laughingly said, "Cheating is a cheater's passport, foolishness is a
fool's epigraph." --------------- 
After tying that gray-clothed man onto a tree, Meng Fuyao
examined him up and down once, then shook her head.
"Look at how skinny this guy is, it's like he was
crushed by two doors planks."
Yuan Zhaoxu focused his eyes for a glance, then couldn't
help but laugh. The gray-clothed man seemed to have been truly born strangely.
He was extraordinarily thin and tall, his figure long and narrow, and even his
face was squished flat like an eel. Meng Fuyao was very curious about that
extreme slipperiness in the fight just then. However, after paying close
attention, she felt that this person's skin, besides being a bit paler than
usual, didn't have any other abnormalities.
Turning her head, she saw that Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes had a
trace of pity in them. She couldn't help but ask, "You know him?"
"No, but I know this race." Yuan Zhaoxu said,
"The race 'shroud sharks', found on the sea borders of Lifting Wind."
Yuan Zhaoxu made an "en" sound, saying,
"Lifting Wind Nation includes the Eh sea . The most dangerous sea region
of the Eh sea, where sea reefs are the most clustered, is Demon Island.
According to rumors, in that region there was once an ancient empire that sunk
into the seas, and because of that, the seafloor contains an uncountable number
of rare finds. Only, that place is a zone of dense reef forests, plus there is
an extraordinarily narrow ocean trench that most ocean travelers cannot cross
at all. Only the native shroud sharks of Demon Island can navigate through.
This race of people, when their children are three years old, will bring them
underwater and continuously practice floundering and moving within narrow
cracks and gaps, only completing training when they develop extreme swimming
abilities and coordination like a fish. The children, due to them training in
this type of ability from youth, as well as their long years of living in the
water, will develop their skin and body figures abnormally. Additionally,
because of the strange ocean beasts that commonly appear, these people will
also train in techniques that conceal their body's breathing. This is why they
are called 'shroud sharks'. The people of this race, thanks to these special
abilities, also make first-rate thieves and assassins."
"Oh, no wonder back then I actually didn't detect this
guy concealed close by." Meng Fuyao was suddenly enlightened, then
laughed, "We'll interrogate this shroud shark later, first lets deal with
this scumbag." Lifting up the man on the ground who had previously been
sat on by her, she "pa pa" slapped him twice and woke him up.
The moment the man opened his eyes, he heard the
up-in-his-face Meng Fuyao start questioning him.
"What's your pop's name?"
"Your mom's surname?"
"How many older sisters?"
"How many little brothers?"
"What age was it when you first wet the bed?"
"Do you wear clothes when bathing?"
"When washing your face do you like to use soap pods or
animal soap?" 
"Whose subordinate are you?"
A string of questions with answers that needed no thinking
pulled east then pushed west, smashing down like a torrential downpour. The man
had long become numbed, subconsciously replying to every question, and
naturally had no defenses against that last question.
"Qi royal palace, subordinate of the guard officer Lord
Fang ..." 
Only after he spoke did he realize what he just said, and he
inhaled a breath of air while widening his eyes. Meng Fuyao had already happily
smiled. She patted his cheek, saying, "Good boy."
1. The author divided up chapter 19 I think
2. Granddaddy or grandpa is often used to express someone's
superiority over another, as an insult. Since Chinese culture values age a lot,
saying you are much older than someone can be an insult.
3. Better to cheat than to be dumb
4. Not really sure how to name this, in pinyin it is
"e", but naming it with only one letter seems a little strange. In
pinyin "e" is pronounced like the u in "yuck" or
"luck", not like the e in "English".
5. Soap pods: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gleditsia_sinensis
6. In case you forgot, Qi Xunyi is the third prince, so the
emperor of Tai Yuan has to be Emperor Qi. His imperial palace would be called
Chapter 20 - Fierce Majesty Bei Ye
"Say, how should we deal with this person," Meng
Fuyao slapped the guy down to the floor again with a "pa" sound, then
turned to question Yuan Zhaoxu, "Is Qi Xunyi starting to suspect me? Is
that why he sent these two people out to deal with me?"
A strange expression flitted through Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes. He
naturally knew that during the day, when Meng Fuyao had almost fallen into the
clear water, her figure had been revealed, and Qi Xunyi had definitely noticed
her. With Qi Xunyi's disposition, he would certainly investigate a little.
But how could he not have countermeasures in place? Those
people Qi Xunyi dispatched to follow them had long been routed by his guard,
who even intentionally set up a fake trail to mislead Qi Xunyi's attention.
Then how come these two people appeared here?
Yuan Zhaoxu hit open the man's acupuncture veins. Only after
interrogating some more, did he discover that the guard officer Lord Fang was
one of Qi Xunyi's subordinates whom he rather doted on, and he was rather prone
to toadying and currying favor with Xunyi. During the day when Qi Xunyi had
stared at Fuyao's figure with a different look in his eyes, Lord Fang had thought
that the prince had taken a liking to Meng Fuyao. In order to give his master a
surprise, he had used a pigeon to contact some of his guards that were awaiting
their arrival at the Qi royal palace, and ordered them to wait on the two roads
that led from Profound Origin to Yanjing with intention to capture Meng Fuyao.
Yuan Zhaoxu's bodyguard had already concentrated his efforts
on leading away the people following behind. Unexpectedly, there were also
people in front waiting by the tree trunk to capture the rabbit. 
Learning the whole story, Meng Fuyao couldn't refrain from
becoming infuriated, and with another stomp she vented her anger. Then, she
hesitantly said, "Hey, if we killed him, well, his crime doesn't deserve
that punishment. But not killing, then I'll be leaving future trouble for
myself. What should we do?"
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled. Stooping down, his slender finger gently
flicked the top of the man's head, then he said, "It's done."
Peacefully Zhaoxu explained, "His memory, beginning from
this evening, will become muddled. So you can be reassured, he won't bring the
stuff that he can't even remember clearly, to report back to his master."
Fuyao stared at him, knowing that he used a severe technique
to wound the other's Baihui point, forever damaging their memory . This type
of technique looked simple, but was actually an expert's skill - being lighter
or heavier by a degree of force could result in a completely opposite effect.
If her Breaking Nine Heavens trained to the sixth layer, then she probably
could also learn it, but she would definitely be unable to do it so casually.
The more she stayed with this person, the more mysterious he
Her eyeballs were rolling trying to figure him out, but Yuan
Zhaoxu had already turned and walked towards the bound gray-clothed man. After
walking a few steps he suddenly chuckled, saying, "Hey, very
"What's very beautiful?" Meng Fuyao blankly asked.
Yuan Zhaoxu and Master Yuanbao gave each other a look, the
latter immediately revealing its snow white front teeth, and lifting its stubby
leg to signal towards Meng Fuyao.
At the same time Zhaoxu leisurely replied, "I'm saying,
your thighs." ------------------
"I'll teach you to peek on me, keeping spying on me!
You peek! Peek! This lady me will pummel you like flying waters descending
straight three thousand chi, if I don't see congealed blood I'm vowing to never
With "peng peng peng" sounds Meng Fuyao practiced
her boxing on the poor gray-clothed man, at the same time scolding the locust
tree while pointing at the mulberry, attacking someone else through the
insinuations in her shouting. 
The locust tree being scolded was faintly smiling like
usual, without a trace of shame or self-remorse.
The gray-clothed man was forcibly hit awake. The moment he
opened his eyes, he immediately panicked and shouted, "I didn't steal it!
I didn't steal it!"
"I know you didn't steal," Meng Fuyao sneered as
she measured him up, "I already stole everything you have."
She shoved around those random, disorderly objects for a
while, impolitely putting all the valuable things into her cloth bag. Seeing
this the gray-clothed man's facial color turned green then white, after some
time pleading, "I'll give you all my stuff, just release me, I still have
to run for my life!"
"Run for your life?" Meng Fuyao started.
"Just then when you were concealed over there suspiciously, it wasn't
because you wanted to sneak attack us?"
"How could I have the time to spare to sneak attack you
guys?" The gray-clothed man stared wide with dead fish eyes, a vein
throbbing on his temple. "Do you guys have wealth? Beauty? Are you even
worth it for me, the glorious Godhand gang's gang boss, to ambush you?"
Meng Fuyao looked at herself, then looked at Yuan Zhaoxu,
thinking that no matter what they could still be considered as beauties ,
right? What was with this guy's eyesight? She was truly puzzled.
"Hey, big gang boss, then you squatting over there,
what were you doing?"
The gray-clothed man spat out some spittle with a
"pei" sound. "Bad luck!"
Only after a long explanation did Meng Fuyao finally find
out, the gray-clothed man was currently being hunted by Nemesis Dynasty's
people, saying that he stole the belonging of Lord Ye Buqi, the prince's
attendant . The gray-clothed man had ran from Yanjing all the way to here,
and still had not shaken off his pursuers.
"Pei, my luck is not good, I had contacted Black Magic
to help me fend them off for a while, and agreed to meet in this forest. Who
knew that even that guy's shadow was nowhere to be found!" The
gray-clothed man, speaking of the depressing topic, spit out another mouthful
"Black Magic? The number one assassin under the
heavens?" Meng Fuyao widened her eyes. "You sure have some ability,
you can actually ask him for a favor. As another way of saying it, just from
stealing some treasure of Lord Ye's, you caused the other side to actually
pursue you with such relentlessness?"
The gray-clothed man's expression changed, a bit of
hesitation flashing through his face. After some time he said, "I didn't
contact Black Magic. I have a friend who once did him a favor, that's the only
reason why he agreed to help. As for that treasure ... I heard it was Nemesis
Dynasty's command seal."
When the last few words came out of his mouth, Meng Fuyao's
Subconsciously she reached her hand into her robes, only
getting halfway before immediately retracting.
Yuan Zhaoxu seemed to not notice her movements. Laughingly
he said, "You didn't steal the Nemesis command seal?"
"Oh." Yuan Zhaoxu didn't continue to question,
only pulling Meng Fuyao with him and turned around to leave. "Then stay
here, you can thoroughly explain to Zhan Bei Ye. Hopefully he will believe
Without turning his head he directly left, while the
gray-clothed man's expression changed then changed again. Seeing that he really
was preparing to leave, and thinking about himself bound on the tree, waiting
for certain death to arrive with that evil star, the gray-clothed man had no
choice but to swallow then raise his chest in a large shout, "Stop right
there, stop right there!"
The two people only continued to walk slowly, as if they had
gone deaf in that short moment.
"Release me, release me first!"
"For those without sincerity, we have no reason to
waste time on them." Meng Fuyao replied with a charming, beautiful smile,
not even bothering to turn her head.
"I'll tell, I'll tell!"
With a "shua" sound Fuyao bounced back, grinning
and patting his cheek, "Now that's a good boy."
The gray-clothed man, his face bitter and crying tears of
mourning, said, "Steal .. I think it was stolen, but it wasn't me who did
it, it was one of my subordinates. However, he had disappeared somewhere near
here, so the item ... is also gone."
Meng Fuyao gave him a glance, then peeked at Yuan Zhaoxu,
worrying that he would ask, "Where did he go missing?"
Fortunately the gray-clothed man didn't say anything else,
and Yuan Zhaoxu didn't ask. Fuyao secretly exhaled a breath of air, pressing on
that item in her bosom ... she had always suspected why the rarest Nemesis
command seal would actually appear on such a minor character. So it turned out
that the situation was like this. Tonight's accidental meetings and fights at
least confirmed the actual origins of that thing, and was not a bad reward.
The two people quickly untied the gray-clothed man, only
after some inquiries learning that his name was Yao Xun . He truly was born
of the shroud shark race, and he actually had the well-known "Godhand
Gang" as his subordinates. In reality, the gang was just a gathering of
thieves, composed of three people.
Even though Yao Xun's appearance was strange, his attitude
was that of a man born by the sea. He was simple and direct, after conversing a
little he then said, "Since you guys know about Nemesis Dynasty's fierce
Majesty Zhan Bei Ye, your statuses shouldn't be that of normal people. If you
will help me send away this troop of pursuers, the Godhand gang will completely
follow your commands from now on!"
Yuan Zhaoxu eyed him, previously absorbed in thought.
Suddenly he said, "Aren't you waiting for Black Magic? That person,
anything he promises will be fulfilled. He will definitely show up."
"If I counted on him I would be long dead ---" Yao
Xun stopped in the middle of his words, and his face suddenly changed.
At the same time, the three people all fell silent.
In the distance, abruptly came the sound of horses
galloping, as if a troop of cavalry was quickly closing in on them. The rapid
incoming momentum was incomparable, sounding like a sudden thunderstorm,
lashing against one's heart like a whip.
Particularly so was a horse that sprinted even faster than
the others, like howling gales and roaring suns, an unstoppable force that in
an instant arrived at the edges of the forest.
The horse's pace was too hurried, unable to come to a stop
when arriving at the sides of the forest, and the horse directly wanted to
charge through. In a flash the rider raised his arms to rein in the horse, and
the ropes pulled into a pencil-straight line, trembling with small vibrations
without end. The steed lifted its head and neighed loudly, its two hooves
soaring into the air as it stood up like a person. However, the rider's back
was completely straight, not moving even an inch.
Behind him, a crowd of horsemen kicked up dust and followed,
falling behind that one horse in front, and in orderly fashion they all reined
in their horses. "Cha!" Many tens of sounds of hooves landing sounded
out like one.
Their horsemanship was extremely skilled.
At this time, the clouds broke and moon shone through,
brilliant without bounds. The man and horse in front were outlined by the
moonlight into a jet black silhouette.
The moonlight swept further out, sweeping to below that
person's feet. On top of his steed, the person loomed high overhead. A body of
black clothing melded into one with the night's darkness; cold, solemn, his
whole body radiated the stifling pressure of murderous decisiveness and
omnipresence. The night wind fluttered his loose clothes, bringing his
pitch-black hair to wildly dance in the air as well.
Even from far away, his "overlooking gaze" could
still be felt.
Overlooking those three in the woods.
In the silence, that person gave a deep shout all of a
"Nemesis Dynasty, Zhan Bei Ye!" -----------------
Author's Remarks: The Nemesis command seal mentioned in this
chapter, I don't know if you guys remember. In the first scene of the first
chapter, the thing Meng Fuyao grabbed from her handiwork on the Profound Origin
mountains was exactly this. As for what use this little toy has, I will tell
you later, it's a pretty important thing.
Also, that Black Magic, he he, I didn't mention him for
1. Common phrase that means sitting back and waiting for
prey to fall into your hands
2. Baihui "百会" acupuncture point is on top
of your head, means "Hundred Meeting Point"
3. "flying waters descending straight three thousand
chi", "飞流直下三千尺", is a famous line from the Tang Dynasty poet
Li Bai's poem "Viewing the Waterfall at Mount Lu"
4. "scolding the locust tree while pointing at the
mulberry" she is taking out her anger on someone else but is actually
angry at Zhaoxu.
5. Beauty can describe men without being weird, unlike in
6. Ye Buqi, "叶不弃", 'ye' means leaf and is a
surname, 'bu qi' means not giving up
7. Zhan Bei Ye, "战北野", Zhan (surname)
means "war" or "battle", Bei Ye means "north
wilderness", and is also a common name.
8. Yao Xun, "姚迅", Yao is a surname and Xun
means swift or fast