Legend of Fu Yao

‘Might as well take it further,’ he thought, as he pried apart her teeth, opening a whole new world of underwater treasure. His tongue was now like an agile fish that swam gracefully and happily in that sea of sweet scent, exploring every nook and crevice of this underwater treasure.

‘You worrisome little…’

Hiding this amused tone in his heart, he pulled the lady under him closer, leaning in for a slow yet affection kiss; a kiss that was so passionate, so focused. He deepened his kiss, greedily devouring her taste till he felt the breath of the person beneath him hastened and the flow of her inner energy slowing down; only then did he reluctantly tore himself away from her. His unwillingness made him turn to her earlobe, teasing it with his fingers lightly before gently biting down on that small, soft and smooth earlobes.

The lady beneath him trembled as a low, rumbly laugh escaped from his throat. They had now been in the water long enough and couldn’t afford to stay underwater any longer. And so, he wrapped his hands around her and swam towards the air, rushing out of the surface of the water.

With a splash, the two pierced through the calm water surface. At the same time, Meng Fuyao regained consciousness. The first thing she saw after opening her eyes was water surrounding her, and then, she noticed that she was in Zhangsun Wuji arms.

“Why is it you…” she asked with widened eyes, surprised.

Zhangsun Wuji raised his eyebrows. “Who is it if it isn’t me?”

The corners of her mouth twitched. Who else could she say? Zhan Beiye? That’s… a misunderstanding.

‘But where’s that unfortunate Emperor Zhan?’ The last memory of Zhan Beiye she had before losing consciousness was that flash and Zhan Beiye replacing her… and then… and then it became Zhangsun Wuji.

‘Why does he always appear at the right time?’

Why did her lips feel a little numb and her earlobes ache a little?

Why did she have the feeling that other people would always suffer from the unlucky events, while he would always end up benefiting from them?

Meng Fuyao touched her lips and glared suspiciously at Zhangsun Wuji. Noticing that his face was a little pale, she asked him, concerned, “You alright? Why do you look so malnourished?”

Zhangsun Wuji laughed. “Maybe because I saved too many people,” he said as he pointed up his fingers one by one in a matter of fact way. “One, two, three…”

“Where did three come from?” mumbled Meng Fuyao. A sudden realization came over her as she exclaimed, “You saved Zhu Zhu too?”

He nodded. “I had actually left Zhuling Mountain but coincidentally noticed the starlight in the sky. When I rushed back, the formation had already been activated. When I tried to break into the formation from along the river, I saw Ya Lanzhu hanging on a cliff—on an eagle’s nest in fact. A young eagle that couldn’t fly was almost dragged down by her, and the adult eagle was about to peck out her eyes. Ya Lanzhu could only let go and jump down, and I had to save her first.”

Meng Fuyao remembered seeing something on Zhu Zhu’s head while she was in the formation. ‘So that was it what it was. This child is certainly courageous, jumping off like this. Thankfully Zhangsun Wuji was there to save her, otherwise, if she were to lose consciousness due to impact upon hitting the water, she’ll be over in two minutes.’

“And then I caught Zhan Beiye.” Zhangsun Wuji chuckled. “I realized I didn’t have to go and find you guys. I just had to pick you up when you all took turns to drop off the cliff.”

Meng Fuyao guffawed. “The two? Is Zhan Beiye okay? Let’s go over… Why are we still floating on the water, talking?”

“Because…” Zhangsun Wuji looked into her eyes and slowly replied, “Firstly, floating on the water allows us to be closer. Secondly, I like to have a one on one. Thirdly, so does Princess Ya.”

‘The crown prince is certainly scheming…’

Meng Fuyao looked down and saw that she was drenched from head to toe. Zhangsun Wuji carried her in his arms, and whatever that could or could not be revealed was all revealed; whatever that could or could not be touched was touched. Recalling his three sentences, her little universe started steaming with anger as she reprimanded, “Zhangsun Wuji, when can you stop scheming…”

Zhangsun Wuji bent down and sealed her mouth. “When you marry me.”

Meng Fuyao could only produce sounds like “mhm”, and before she could show any form of objection or permission for that matter, Zhangsun Wuji had already let go of her, muttering, “Bit by bit… Anyways, I’ve taken my share for today.”

“Hm?” Meng Fuyao stared at him suspiciously. But Zhangsun Wuji suddenly let go of her and gently nudged her. “Here, let’s go to the shore.”

“It’s a few kilometers to the shore. You must be dreaming wanting me to reach the shore immediately—” Meng Fuyao blasted away as she lifted her leg. Suddenly, her rant was cut off by her own “oh.”

….After lifting her feet, she was now on the shore.

Meng Fuyao slowly looked down in disbelief. She wanted to make sure that there was no rocket or any form of rockets installed beneath her feet. Then, she slowly looked up. There didn’t seem to be wings on her back either?

She stretched out her hand and carefully observed. Other than feeling stronger than usual, there didn’t seem to be any oddities.

The fact that the waves of inner energy had gushed up was the truth. The fact that she had instantly transported across a couple of kilometers was also the truth.

Leveled up?

From the changes on her skin, she seemed to have skipped level six and gone straight to level seven?

But she had just given a portion of her inner energy to Little Seven and as a result, gone down a section. She was lingering in level six, section one.

Compared to her usual training speed… This was a bit too miraculous?

Zhangsun Wuji smiled as he trod lightly onto the shores. “Congratulations, Fuyao, the inner energy of Moon Soul inside of you has completely integrated and been refined by your own inner energy. You have leveled up.”

Meng Fuyao stared dumbly at him. “That attack from Starlight?”

“He’s such an oddball. First, he kills you, then saved you—killing you and saving you.”

“What that does mean?”

“That attack could kill you, but with Zhan Beiye blocking it, the blunt force was removed and turned it into inner energy which cleared up your meridians.”

“If Zhan Beiye didn’t block it?”

“It depends on your luck. If you were able to accept it, the power would be endless. Otherwise, death it is.”

Meng Fuyao’s mouth twitched as she scolded, “Man, what a pervert. Making a killing or saving someone so complicated, and now I don’t know whether to thank him or hate him.”

“He probably doesn’t care either way,” replied Zhangsun Wuji calmly. “Fang Yimo has always been erratic as far as his behavior is concerned.”

“But I still feel that there’s something odd about this level up…” Meng Fuyao furrowed her eyebrows. “It’s not that simple…”

Zhangsun Wuji chuckled without saying a word. Holding her hand, he said, “Let’s go and take a look at those two.”

The pair walked past a cliff and at a stone mountain, Zhan Beiye was there in his underwear, unconscious. Ya Lanzhu had started a fire and placed his clothes above the fire to dry.

Looking at the scene, Meng Fuyao was a bit embarrassed to go over. She quietly signaled to Zhangsun Wuji, asking, “Were you the one that took off his clothes?”

Zhangsun Wuji shook his head.

Meng Fuyao thought, ‘Zhu Zhu, I admire you.’

She stroked her chin. ‘Emperor Zhan’s underwear is still wet… Will Zhu Zhu take even that off to dry?’

‘Zhu Zhu, can’t you be braver and strip him off completely?!’

Her gaze was probably a little too creepy. Zhangsun Wuji turned back and quietly whispered into her ears, “Your thinking is right, I should have done so earlier too.”

Meng Fuyao pinched him with all her might.

Zhangsun Wuji laughed, letting her do as she wished. Then, he suddenly dragged her away. As he pulled her along, Meng Fuyao kept turning back, concerned about the two.

“I’ve already informed the Black Wind Calvary to fetch Zhan Beiye here,” said Zhangsun Wuji simply.

He pointed towards the top of the cliff and asked, “Fuyao, don’t you want to test out your current level of martial arts?”

Meng Fuyao looked at him with her eyes shining.

Zhangsun Wuji smiled. “Don’t you want to change the names of the top ten martial arts practitioners that haven’t been touched in the last 30 years?”

Meng Fuyao whistled as she cheerily caressed his cheeks. “I don’t know the person who gave birth to me, but I know that Zhangsun Wuji knows me best!”

Zhangsun Wuji smiled and nudged her. “Go on, you can touch all you want after you win.”

Meng Fuyao laughed as casually tied up her long, loose hair. And then, she bolted forward.

She flew up the cliff easily as though she was running across a flat surface. The wet clothes clinging onto her were immediately dried off as she used her inner energy.

Zhangsun Wuji watched as she instantly took off like a battle flag being proudly raised to the blue sky. He gazed at her back intensely, as though he had seen the Phoenix he had so carefully protected, spread its wings and fly towards the sky.

The rise of the Phoenix, towards the sky, breaking through the vault of heaven!

Meng Fuyao headed straight for the top. The battle of the top martial arts practitioners was still ongoing. Fog, whose formation was unable to trap Fang Yimo, had the ability that was evenly matched with him. So two years ago, the two had promised to battle with one another, where the location would be chosen by Fog while the timing of the battle would be decided by Fang Yimo. Fog had accepted her clan’s request to finish off Xuanyuan Min and Meng Fuyao but was suddenly caught by Fang Yimo.

Frustrated, Fog stopped halfway, moving backward as she said straightforwardly, “You and I have been fighting for so many years over these rankings—8th seat and 9th seat. How about I just let you take the position.”

“Your position is going to be mine. What do you have to ‘let’?”

A sardonic voice came from behind. Both Fog and Fang Yimo turned back uniformly and saw the boastful Meng Fuyao calmly strolling up from the bottom of the cliff.

Fang Yimo noticed her steps and smiled. “You certainly have good luck.”

Meng Fuyao glanced at him and snickered.

“Hm, Moon Soul’s inner energy?” asked Fog.

Meng Fuyao pointed to herself and giggled. “It has all been absorbed by me. Even if you had the ability, even if you sliced me off piece by piece, you wouldn’t be able to get it back.”

Fog studied her, surprise evident in her eyes. After some thought, she came to this conclusion, “You go and look for Moon Soul and compensate him 30 years of inner energy.”

Meng Fuyao glanced at her. “He doesn’t even want it, why are you being such a busybody?”

“As long as it’s good for him,” replied Fog simply. “Seriously, how could he just give it to someone? His hair is now all white.”

Meng Fuyao stared at her…’This lady is a complete opposite to that bashful personality of Moon Soul—so direct and straightforward. If she likes you, she’ll be nice to you. If you don’t like her back, forget it.’

There was no sign of defeat or sadness that usually accompanied when the love was not reciprocated in her eyes. Meng Fuyao had never seen someone love so simply and so undaunted; not afraid of being known, not afraid of rejection. The love was hers and hers alone.