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Legend of Fu Yao - Chapter 9




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Chapter 9




"How do you know?" Fu Yao gave him a side glance . "Who are you?"

"You can call me Zhaoxu, Yuan Zhaoxu," he introduced with an infectious smile . The light in his eyes could reverse the flow of a river and melt snow .

"Yuan Zhaoxu?" Meng Fuyao mumbled over and over again . It was a familiar name, but she couldn't seem to recall where she had heard it from . As such, she merely nodded and started off in the direction that he was pointing toward .

Even as Fuyao's silhouette gradually faded into the mountainous landscape, Yuan Zhaoxu never once lifted his eyes off her back .

His loose garments flitted about in the wind as the beautifully fragmented moonlight reflected off it .

Behind him, where a mountain rock was situated, appeared a stealthy, lean figure . Head down, and body stooped, he gave a respectful bow from a meter away .

"Ad . . . "

A simple eye contact from Yuan Zhaoxu was enough to send shivers down the man's spine and keep him mum .

"You don't have to rush me . I'll go over now," Yuan Zhaoxu interrupted as if understanding what the man had planned to convey . He waved, but after some thought, turned his head to Lord Yuan Bao, who was resting on his shoulder . "Do you want to follow her?"

In response, Lord Yuan Bao made a stubborn turn and faced his bum toward him .

"I'll give you supper when we get back . 3 Dragon Fruits . "

Despite maintaining his rebellious pose, Lord Yuan Bao made his way down Yuan Zhaoxu's shoulder .



"You're not to settle your own private matters, or I'll cut off your supply of Dragon Fruits for 3 days," Yuan Zhaoxu warned, only to receive a wag of Yuan Bao's short tail . Was that a yes or no?

The man in black stared in shock as that little ball of white fur disappeared into the night . He simply couldn't wrap his head around his master's actions . Yuan Bao wasn't an ordinary domesticated pet . He was a mystical creature, born in the most divine Changqing Shrine in Qiongcang, Di Region . A creature like him appeared only once in a hundred years, had a long lifespan and was extremely loyal and intelligent, comparable even to humans . Also, having one would help an owner with seeking luck and avoiding calamity . Not anyone could own or even get to see this creature . If not for Yuan Zhaoxu's special identity, it couldn't have been possible .


'How could Master so carelessly dispatch a treasure like Yuan Bao?'

'That lady from earlier . . . perhaps . . . '

'But Master's destiny . . . '

A thousand thoughts ran amok in his head, but he kept on a hollow facade . Having followed Yuan Zhaoxu around for so many years, the man knew that his master could easily recognize thoughts and intentions just by studying one's facial expressions .

Despite the man's effort, Yuan Zhaoxu seemed to have noticed something . He half-turned and gave the man a superficial smile . The man lowered his body even more before retreating into the darkness .

Turning back, Yuan Zhaoxu narrowed his eyes and stared into the distance . That girl who dared to love and hate, dared to accept and face problems, had long vanished from sight . With her sword, bound hair and deadly aura she had sprinted toward the seemingly sanctimonious yet truly vile manor . Toward those who had hurt and humiliated her . She was ready to fight .

"Amid life's limitless restrictions and daily torments, only few would gladly take on debts of gratitude and duties to avenge . . . " A long time later a soft sigh could be heard spreading through the meandering breeze .

"You're aging so well . Your elegance leaves me in deep admiration, heh heh . . . "

"You're the grand swordmaster of this generation, how can I compare, ha ha ha . . . "



Under the burning candlelights in Mystic Essence Manor's hall sat two old men, exchanging smiles and perfunctory compliments . They went on and on, oblivious to the darkening sky outside and the disciples who weren't able to stifle their yawns .

"Come, Advisor . . . try our Jade Spring Tea, a special product from Xuan Yuan Mountains . "

As Lin Xuanyuan poured some tea, he used his baggy sleeves as cover to sneak a yawn .

He had been hosting for a long time . Not succumbing to old age, Wuji's advisor remained hale and hearty . In spite of their incoherent and prolonged ramblings, he hadn't shown any signs of drowsiness .

Behind his sleeves, Lin Xuanyuan's gaze shuttled restlessly before falling on the Fourth Disciple, who had just slipped in from the side door .


'Wha . . . Didn't I ask him to guard Meng Fuyao? Why's he back and looking so flurried?'

Before he could figure things out, a red figure flashed by the door . It was Pei Yuan . She leaned against the door frame, appearing all high and mighty, as she tidied her sleeves . She appeared indifferent, but the old fox could sense the invisible yet vicious currents that were flowing between the kids' brows .

He held the teapot higher up to block his eyes from the guest as he mumbled inwardly . 'What happened? Something seems off with them . '

But it wasn't the time to interrogate . Moreover, with Pei Yuan's identity, even Lin Xuan Yuan would have to think twice about lecturing her . The best he could do was to stay awake and accompany his guest .

The white-haired advisor was a reputable servant of the emperor but was more widely recognized as the prince's mentor . A man of his age shouldn't be this clear-headed, but it was also a fact that he was gabbling on, with his dark eye rings, amid the host's consecutive yawns .

"The 5 Regions; Qing, Yi, Heng, Ming, and Di are split into 7 Nations; Tiansha, Wuji, Fufeng, Qiongcang, Taiyuan, Xuanji and Xuanyuan . Tiansha likes war, Wuji has talents, Taiyuan spreads martial spirit, Xuanji has wisdom, Fufeng has ethics, Xuanyuan is an expert on ancient techniques, Qiongcang . . . "

Out of nowhere came a rush of wind that caused the candlelights to flicker . This stilled the advisor for a moment before he started laughing and sipping on his tea . As if recalling something, he exclaimed, "Oh my, I've been too engrossed in our chat . Look at the time . . . "

Lin Xuanyuan shot up and answered enthusiastically, "Yes, yes . Your valuable knowledge, Sir, has enthralled everyone here, so much that I've forgotten about inviting you to rest! My bad, my bad . Someone take this man to his room, quick . . . "

"Huu . . . " A wave of exhalation spread across the hall .

The old advisor swaggered away, and the disciples started dispersing . Lin Xuanyuan raised his hand and called out, with a gaze different from before, "Fourth! Pei Yuan!"

The addressees, who were attempting to escape, stopped in their tracks and turned around stiffly . Pei Yuan lifted her eyes to meet Lin Xuanyuan's suspicious gaze before breaking into a smile .

All of a sudden, outside the windows, a bolt of lightning struck . The jarring light shone down upon her face and twisted her smile into a sinister smirk, effectively giving Lin Xuanyuan a fright .

He looked out of the windows and caught sight of the sudden downpour . "It's raining . . . " he muttered in astonishment .

It was raining .

The midnight rain arrived so suddenly and ferociously, as if ready to tear down the sky and ocean . In no time, the crashing rain had formed countless streams on the ground .

Pei Yuan walked out from the hall as a servant, sheltering her with an oil-paper umbrella, escorted her back to the Lanting Residence . Another servant led the way with a paper lantern, which she carefully shielded with her own sleeves . Even then, the frail flame was quickly put out by the relentless wind and rain .

Before the servant could plead for forgiveness, Pei Yuan rewarded her a slap that left a fresh red cut on her face . Blood flowed down together with the raindrops, but the girl dared not let out a single cry .

"Fool! Can't even take care of a lantern!" Pei Yuan criticized while looking up at the blackened sky . A sudden wave of annoyance overtook her . With a frown on her face, she ran into her sheltered corridor, protecting her face from the rain .

"Don't come over and dirty my ground," Pei Yuan ordered . She hated to be disturbed and suffered from mysophobia, so it was no wonder that she had chosen to live in the cleanest and most refined residence . Being aware of her habits, the servants quickly lowered their head and withdrew .

The whipping rain outside was starkly juxtaposed with the still darkness indoors .

Pei Yuan pushed the door open .

It creaked, and Pei Yuan lowered her gaze automatically, spotting a faint water trail on the wooden floor .

Her heart jumped, and she reacted instantly by leaping backward .

But it was too late .

"Zzt!"

A white light flashed by, and a black figure jumped out with a long sword . He brandished it, fast but silent . All it took was a split second for him to reach Pei Yuan!

"Rip!"

The hair-raising sound of flesh tearing rang in Pei Yuan's ears as she felt a cold, painful sensation on the left side of her forehead . It did not take long for her eye to be covered in blood .

The fresh red stain obstructed her vision . She couldn't identify the assassin, but she knew that she had to save herself . Gritting her teeth, Pei Yuan retrieved her sword . With a sharp jolt, its tip lit up, as brightly as all the stars in the sky combined . It was an absolutely dazzling sight . In such an emergency, she had no choice but to utilize her rarely used technique, "Sword of the Vast Sky" . It was a power move that her master had secretly imparted to her .

Her opponent understood the might of this move, so instead of fighting head-on, he slipped away from her side like a fish . In that brief moment of passing, however, he had managed to deal her with another blow, resulting in an additional slash on the right side of her forehead . Yet again, fresh blood streamed out like spring water . Her vision was now completely blocked by two red waterfalls .

The blade responsible for leaving a cross on Pei Yuan's face was as swift as lightning, and each slash contained deep-seated anger .

Face soaked in blood and unable to see anything, Pei Yuan's execution was hindered . The searing pain made her anxious . She wasn't aware of the actual state of her face but judging from the amount of blood, she knew she was disfigured . Such viciousness . . . that person must loathe her .

A woman's face was her life, and what Pei Yuan felt at this point wasn't merely physical but also emotional pain . Only by killing the perpetrator could she feel at ease . Determined, she dismissed all thoughts of her wounds, raised her weapon and wiped the blood off her face with it . In the dark, a red glow flowed eerily down her sword . Bubbling spots gradually appeared, as though countless poisonous spiders were crawling all around it . It was a spine-chilling sight .





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