Legend of Fu Yao - Chapter 67

Chapter 67




Life is like an arrow being launched across the sky; it starts off strong, penetrating the cold and frost, but is ultimately unable to pierce through the mountains of destiny .

Why was Fate playing Meng Fuyao like that?

'Alright, I'll shoot!' She cast aside all doubt, hesitation, and helplessness . There were things beyond her control, and she must not be weak . She was Meng Fuyao .

Xiu–––

The arrow was launched .

It was a fierce launch that carried a significant amount of air flow . The arrow went close to the citizens' hair before going straight up and generating a ferocious gust .

Like light, the arrow moved toward the target at a speed so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye . The palm-sized bullseye was already full of the previous 10 arrows, and there seemed not to be any space left, save for the extreme center area that could fit half a pinky finger .

Yet, Meng Fuyao's arrow had arrived in that exact position in a flash .

Clap-

Everyone's mouth was wide opened . Amid their astonished cries, the arrow suddenly popped out .

A miss?

They had thought that they would get to see the amazing archer Tie Cheng's disappointed look .

As the spectators were wondering whether to feel upset or relieved, Meng Fuyao's arrow had sprung out and launched backward like a lightning bolt .

The arrow, which had already hit bullseye earlier, was immediately knocked onto the ground by Meng Fuyao's arrow .

"Pop, pop, pop . . . "

Meng Fuyao's arrow, appearing to have a life of its own, plunged in and out of the target board, causing Tie Cheng's arrows to plop to the ground . In the blink of an eye, all 10 arrows of the latter's were gone, leaving only Meng Fuyao's single arrow sitting in the bullseye .



It was due to the third layer of Cleaving Nine Heavens – Cyclone!

Dead silence filled the air as Meng Fuyao tossed her bow aside and strode back to her seat .

Shortly after, cheers broke out .


"Excellent!"

Meng Fuyao did not turn around .

"I like it!"

Meng Fuyao paused, but quickly consoled herself . For crude men like them, that was probably just a neutral expression and nothing offensive .

"I must marry you!"

Meng Fuyao whipped her head around, placing her hands on her hips . "Do you have eyes? I'm a man! A man!"

"They said you're a . . . homosexual!"

' . . . homosexual? Where did this gossip come from?'

"I won't marry you even if I'm a homosexual," Meng Fuyao growled . "Losers can only work for me . "

"No way," Tie Cheng growled even louder . "I liked you the moment I saw you . Now that you've beaten me, I want you more . Men who can't get the things they want aren't real men!"

"I'm not a thing!" Meng Fuyao roared .

"I still want you!"

"Beat me first!"



"I will but accept me first!"

"Pooh!"

"Don't do that!"

A serious archery competition had turned into a cussing match . The confessor and the confessed fought like cocks – eyes bloodshot and claws vigorously waving about – just short of pouncing onto and biting off each other's throat .

Meng Fuyao lost, as she had no more strength to growl .

Holding her congested throat she slipped back to the stage, waving her hand . "Stop him, stop him!"

The bailiffs and guards raised their pikes to obstruct Tie Cheng from chasing over . Instead of forcing his way through Tie Cheng chose a seat close to hers and sat down, never taking his eyes off her .

Beyond frustrated with nowhere to vent, Meng Fuyao was reminded of the relationship she shared with Yuan Zhaoxu . She couldn't stop herself from sneaking a glance at him and saw that he was still sipping slowly on his drink .

"What peach blossom luck you have, Mayor," he commented smilingly .

"Can't you say something to comfort me?" Meng Fuyao asked unhappily . "It's not the peach blossom I want . "

Pricking his brows up he responded, "He did say something quite right . "

"Oh?"

"Men who can't get what they want aren't real men . "

Meng Fuyao went silent . She cleared her throat and settled into her seat, waiting for the selection of ladies to begin .

The selection process wasn't as smooth as the archery competition . Different men were attracted by different ladies and were engaging in heated discussion with flowers in hands . Meng Fuyao was getting sleepy from spectating when someone finally stepped forward to make a report .

Meng Fuyao eagerly turned toward where he pointed and caught sight of a beautiful lady who appeared delicate, her eyelids faint . The way she walked was charming and graceful, and there were an innocence and bashfulness about her facial features . The evening sunset glow shone down onto her face, accenting the tender blush on her face . She was indeed a rare beauty .

The chosen lady, now crowned the goddess of the night's festival, had eligible men approaching from all directions, waiting to ask for her hand in marriage .

Meng Fuyao was all smiles . She had heard that in previous years, the chances of the most excellent archer and the most beautiful lady ending up in marriage had been high . It made sense, of course, and it was almost convention . There was no way this young lady, named Hu Sang, wouldn't pick that silly fellow, Tie Cheng, and there was no way he would reject her as well . When that time came, she would be free .

Meng Fuyao thought happily, failing to notice that the Hu Sang's shy gaze had been drifting onto and off the stage all this while .

The night was falling, and the bonfires were burning strong, the leaping red flames were dancing wildly while adding a layer of gloss to the faces around them . The fragrance of all kinds of meat being roasted above the flames dispersed into the air while oil dripped generously down, producing a non-stop sizzling sound .

Girls wearing complicated floral-designed skirts danced with men in colorful, chest-baring robes, around the fire . Their steps were simple yet joyful and filled with gratitude for the benevolence of their God as they prayed for another year of safety .

Meng Fuyao sat by the fire, gently clapping along to the beat of the music . "Dance music of the ethnic minorities are always so pure and sincere . Hence, extremely touching," she smiled tipsily .

Grabbing his knees and observing the festival unfolding, Yuan Zhaoxu asked, "What is an ethnic minority?"

"Gulp," Meng Fuyao hiccupped, before turning to him and explaining, "A tribe with a small number of members . "

"You're always using strange terms, Fuyao," Yuan Zhaoxu noted while reciprocating her gaze . "They don't sound like part of the language that is being used within the 5 Region Continents . "

"I invented them," Meng Fuyao boasted shamelessly . "I'm more intelligent and outstanding than most, you see . "

"You're always like this . . . " Yuan Zhaoxu added lightly .

Not hearing it, Meng Fuyao said out of sudden excitement, "Wanna learn my self-choreographed dance? It's really graceful and suitable for you . . . "

Before she could finish a wave of cheers sounded, as the beautiful Hu Sang held onto a handkerchief while approaching with a shy smile .

Meng Fuyao kept her eyes on Hu Sang as an ominous feeling was arising within her chest .

Hu Sang looked at no one else . Her eyes were dreamy and filled with anticipation as she was walking over to Meng Fuyao's side .

She bowed lightly, before placing the handkerchief into Yuan Zhaoxu's hand .

Earth-shattering roars filled the building . Hu Sang let out a bashful yet blissful smile before reaching her hand toward his .

Her fingers, placed before Yuan Zhaoxu's, were like delicate and jade-like .

Meng Fuyao stared, only feeling her throat dry up . She attempted to swallow her saliva .

She subconsciously swept her gaze across Yuan Zhaoxu's face, which was calm as usual . There was no surprise or shock . In fact, he was smiling .

Before the fire and under the moon and starlit sky, a beautiful man and woman exchanged eye contact . It was an alluring scene, and even the breeze and cheers seemed to slow down for them as the audience watched the couple attentively .

Meng Fuyao looked away . If Yuan Zhaoxu accepted her handkerchief and invited her for a dance, that matter was settled .

'It's . . . good, right?'

Meng Fuyao sat there, neither appearing warm nor cold, but her fingers were trembling . Her thoughts were all over the place, and a crazy idea popped up . She resisted it, but it coiled around her brain like a devil .

'If he accepts . . . if he accepts . . . '

Beside her, Yuan Zhaoxu's gaze brushed across the lady's fingers . Her hand had been out for what seemed like forever, as it felt as though she wouldn't retract it as long as he did not respond .

She let out an awkward expression, the blush on her face making her look a little drunk . There was sparkling light in her slightly droopy eyes, which were also teary from the long wait . With these eyes, she looked almost obsessively at Yuan Zhaoxu, the god-like man whose grace and elegance she had taken a liking to .

Yuan Zhaoxu moved, not to accept her hand but to pick the handkerchief . Everyone's eyes were on his hand, and they were guessing if he would retrieve it or toss it away .

Suddenly, another hand reached out .

"Aye, what a beautiful lady . My brother over here will like you for sure . Don't be shy, Brother, I know what you're thinking . Come, accept it . "

It was Meng Fuyao . She swiftly retrieved the handkerchief and casually stuffed it into Yuan Zhaoxu's robe .

The crowd went wild, and Hu Sang's eyes lit up .

Yuan Zhaoxu shuddered . It was the first time this calm man had acted in such a manner . He turned his head toward Meng Fuyao and looked her straight in the eye .

His eyes were blacker than the sky, and Meng Fuyao could almost see dark clouds and lightning bolts above a vast, angry sea with rolling waves .