Legend of Fu Yao - Chapter 117

Chapter 117




"We'll first enter a dense forest from this mountaintop," Zhan Beiye pointed from the grass hut window . "There are all kinds of beasts in there, and some could just bite you without any warning . After the forest comes a swamp, which some say is in the forest while others claim it to be outside . No one knows its exact location so we must proceed cautiously . If we don't bump into any soldiers, we can go straight into a cave partially concealed by vines . In there is a path going down and… I don't know anymore . "

"Ah?" Meng Fuyao opened her mouth wide . 'Isn't he being too irresponsible?'

"The sponger, also the headman of Gun Tribe, located in the southwestern part of Tiansha, had thrown himself at Grandfather's door after losing his family property . In his records, Changhan mountain range was known as the mountain of death because of this path . It is known to be so dangerous that even he himself had had to travel on it . He only copied some information from the tribal accounts, which stated that the land beyond the karst cave was one with thousands of souls die . I suspect that that is where the ancient Gun Nation leader had died, either alone or with a bunch of men . "

Hiccuping, Meng Fuyao rubbed her fists together in excitement . "I can finally use the things I've learned in 'Candle-Blowing Ghosts . '"

"What nonsense," Zhan Beiye cut in, amused by her brazenness . "Gun Tribe is a mysterious tribe of Tiansha . It has many taboos, and even more when it comes to tombs . You must be careful when following me . "

He raised his head and looked toward the Tiansha soldiers, dressed in yellow, who were closing in slowly, his eyes turning darker . He pulled off a few animal skins from the wall, picked up an old pot and scoop us the pile of fire Meng Fuyao had generated . He then kicked the door open and threw the pot full of burning charcoal out .

A soldier screamed upon getting hit, and the rest started dodging and scattering . The path that was once sealed tight had a gap now, and Zhan Beiye hurriedly pulled Meng Fuyao with him . "Let's go . "

They moved nimbly, almost like falcons, stepping on the heads of the enemy and dashing toward the dense forest . More started making chase but kept slipping on the muddy ground . Someone was ordering the soldiers from above, and they revealed themselves from behind the layers of trees . They pulled their bows and created yet another arrow rain .

Zhan Beiye covered Meng Fuyao with the animal hide as he dragged her along in the end . Because of the pliability of the animal skin, it was hard for the arrows to cut deep . Either way, the arrows weren't able to catch up with the duo, eventually dropping into the puddles .

Meng Fuyao caught the arrows while running, and after gathering a handful she casually tossed them . Her inner energy wasn't something these ordinary soldiers could match up to, and whenever she attacked a large batch of men collapsed . Toward the end, whenever she made the gesture of sword tossing the soldiers would start running away .


"I'm tossing loneliness, not arrows!" Meng Fuyao laughed out loud .



Lord Yuan Bao tried his best to drill his head before looking up at her with disdain .

"Be careful!" Zhan Beiye let out a low growl, reaching out to press Meng Fuyao downward and causing her to stumble a little and slip three steps behind . The next moment arrows broke the air, sounding extremely fierce and heavy, reaching the spot she would have reached if not for Zhan Beiye's intervention .

Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed, and she turned around .

On the mountain top located laterally stood a man in a golden robe, holding up a bow . He stood afar but she could still feel his grin .

A group of people was gathered behind him, a row of them on their knees while another standing up . They had a golden longbow in their hands and some oddly shaped weapon sacks behind their backs . From their dressing to their expression and posture, it was clear that they were of a different caliber as compared to the soldiers from behind–they were calm, steady and deadly .

Meng Fuyao's eyes narrowed slowly . "What precise vision and powerful calculation . "

Not only did the arrows contain extraordinary power, but they were also able to calculate her speed and aim at the spot she was about to reach . If not for Zhan Beiye's vigilance, she would've been injured even after attempting to dodge .

"The golden force of Tiansha," Zhan Beiye noted gravely . "Eldest brother's troop, also the cream of the crop . Experts in pursuing and attacking, assassinating and single battles . Members must have entered the finals in the True Martial Arts Meet, and leaders are all within top 50 in previous meets . And the chief, Gu Lingfeng…" he pouted his mouth to direct her attention to the man in a golden robe before continuing, "7th place in the last meet . "

Meng Fuyao laughed, "If he's lucky enough to see me in this upcoming meet, I'll show him how it feels to have his teeth all broken and on the floor . "

"Xiu!"

Countless golden arrows whizzed through the air, forming a golden arc that broke the rain curtain before landing behind their feet in a neat row .



Gu Lingfeng hoisted his bow up and mouthed the words "quick death" .

Zhan Beiye let out a cold laugh, kicking a leg backward to send the golden arrows back into the sky .

Gu Lingfeng swung his bow upward, diverting the arrows onto a tree . Leaves and fruits fell all over his head .

Zhan Beiye erupted in laughter, pulling Meng Fuyao along with him as he pounced forward .

It was a dense forest .

The trees in this forest were ancient, and their jade green leaves were so closely packed that the sky was completely covered .

It was almost day time but still dark in the forest . The air carried the smell of dead leaves and rotting animal flesh . The moment they stepped in they could feel the coldness and stillness pressing down on them .

Zhan Beiye waved his sword, slicing off thorny branches . In the dark forest, his sword twinkled, its red gem glowing exceptionally brightly, like the eye of a god .

A crack sounded beneath Meng Fuyao's feet . Startled, she raised her foot to see a decaying bone . "I thought it was a ghost…"

She paused, studying the bone closely . "It is a ghost . "

Zhan Beiye glanced over at the bone, explaining, "People came in to hunt, and many had died a violent death . Probably belongs to a hunter . There might be more traps along the way, so be extremely careful . "

He sliced off another section of thorny vines . "Who is it!" He shouted suddenly .

A figure flashed before their eyes and he pulled Meng Fuyao behind him . "Your Highness," the figure called out .

"It's you," Zhan Beiye released a sigh of relief, frowning as he looked at Ji Yu . "Did I not tell you to bring the men back to Pandu? Who is to handle the situation if you're here . . ?"

"Xiaoqi is the assistant leader of Dark Wind Horses . He can manage it," Ji Yu answered . "Let this ten selected soldiers and I walk with Your Highness on this path . "

Zhan Beiye sighed after some time, pointing to Meng Fuyao . "Protect this lady and I'll allow you to stay . "

"Yes!"

Meng Fuyao smiled softly, hugging her chest and looking up at the sky . There was no point in arguing, and it was still too early to say who needed the protection .

"The soldiers will not follow us in, but Gu Lingfeng will," Zhan Beiye informed . "He has been after me for a long time . Looks like I'll need to gift him something special . "

He squatted and started to dig a few shallow holes, only enough for a person to put the tip of his shoes in . The holes were made at random, and he covered them with vines before tying them to the trees . He then ordered Ji Yu to dig a few bigger holes behind those and to stick tree stumps in them . He chopped a few stumps and turned them into wooden plants to fit above the holes, before covering them with topsoil and more vines .

As they were doing that Meng Fuyao retrieved the bottles and jars she had gotten from Zong Yue's place, opening them up and sprinkling the contents all over the vines .

They then climbed up different trees and waited, leaving Zhan Beiye standing in place with a sword in hand .

A short while later a golden robe flickered . Gu Lingfeng had entered the forest with his men . They were all extremely cautious and kept casting stones before advancing, to ensure that there weren't any traps .

Gu Lingfeng moved ahead of everyone else as he could rely on his powerful inner energy to not set a foot on the ground at all . He spotted a sword and look up to see Zhan Beiye, face toward the sky .

Shocked, he wondered why Zhan Beiye wasn't escaping . Before he could answer Zhan Beiye swung his sword downward .

His move contained enough power to split a mountain . It was like that of a thousand lightning bolts but without any fanciness . Enormous wind gust rose from the ground, rolling the branches and leaves into the air . A faint red light surfaced on the sword, reflecting its glow onto Gu Lingfeng's features, highlighting the murderous look on his face .

In response to such a powerful launch, Gu Lingfeng dared not receive it directly . Instead, he hardened his body and bent it backward, face toward the sky, in an attempt to dodge Zhan Beiye's attack .

As he tried to do so without retreating too far, he had no choice but to shift half a step .

"Whip, whip . "

Gu Lingfeng felt his mind clenching along with the sound and also felt his feet being bound . Looking down he noticed the vines around his feet . Shocked he staggered half a step backward, his foot falling into yet another trap, which was the small hole created by Zhan Beiye .

Astonished but not panicking, he sliced the vines off with his sword . "These are not going to stop me…"

He stopped suddenly, staring at a cloud of fog before him . It was above the vines and had risen from the moment he sliced them off . Some of it had even stained his armor .

His eyes reddened, and he immediately felt suffocated . Without thinking he leaped up, and upon seeing him in danger a subordinate pounced forward without hesitation .

One jumped forward while the other jumped backward

"Withdraw!"

Amid his crisp voice, slight rustling sounds could be heard from the ground . The wooden planks were pulled open together with the vines, revealing the black holes, which embraced the two colliding individuals with open arms . Gǔn, Count of Chóng was a figure in Chinese mythology, sometimes noted as the father of Yu the Great, the founder of the Xia dynasty .