Legend of Fu Yao

As Meng Fuyao bit down on her lips, she tried to recall how much the bastard had done. Previously, when she shut her consciousness to focus on mobilizing her inner energy, she essentially lost sense of what was happening around her. The experiences of being a virgin in both worlds meant that she only understood some things conceptually, and not what it would feel like in real life. If pain was the deciding factor, she was already feeling it from the poison in her body being triggered. As for bleeding… there were no such symptoms, but that did not mean that there was no physical contact!

When she thought of this, Meng Fuyao immediately felt like breaking down. How could she let an unfamiliar man tarnish her pure body?

She pulled down the wall once again, and it landed with a crash. With Destiny Rebellion in hand, she quietly chopped the bed frame into two halves and quickly dragged her side of the frame, towards the room and far away from the wall.

While she did all these, there was no movement coming from the other side, and Zhangsun Wuji also did not try to pull down the wall again. At that moment, Meng Fuyao was in a thoroughly bad mood. She hated the boat, hated the weird man, hated the Five Regions Continent, hated everything that she saw, and she hated herself the most!

It was because she was not determined enough and she allowed herself to give in to her feelings, that such a terrible situation happened. From then on, she was going to be as cold-hearted as a stone!

She scrambled into the bed and covered her bed under the sheets, literally wrapping herself up into a stone. The moonlight shone directly on that stone from the small window, but the stone did not move at all and remained stiff.

A while later, the moonlight slowly shifted to the neighboring window. Zhangsun Wuji quietly sat on the broken half of the bed frame and leaned against a wall. Similarly, he slowly turned into a fossil that swallowed the pain and endured the hidden heart wrench.

Ever since the ‘Zhangsun Wuji’ incident that night, Meng Fuyao and the real Zhangsun Wuji officially landed in an awkward period. That night, Meng Fuyao hid under the blanket like an ostrich, and when the neighboring Lord Yuanbao pried open her door, she slammed into so hard in his face that his nose was almost flattened. Afterward, the temperature of Meng Fuyao’s surroundings dropped by 20 degrees, and anyone who saw her became as quiet as a cicada in winter. Even the sardines needed no warning to automatically jump into their own cans, and that saved Tie Cheng a lot of trouble.

In Meng Fuyao’s perspective, she was not angry at anyone, but she was frustrated and mad at how useless she felt, and the disgust she felt during that incident further soured her mood and made her temperamental. On the other hand, Zhangsun Wuji felt guilty. Everything that happened in his life was under his control, but something that he would regret for his entire lifetime almost happened that night. Mixed amongst the guilt was also anger, which could not be expressed. This sense of anger was unfamiliar but heart-tormenting, and he had never felt it in his past 26 years of living. It broke his usually calm and composed demeanor and even the casual smile which he often put on disappeared from his face.

Personal feelings aside, Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji did not give up on their hunt for the culprit. However, except for the members of the gang, there were only cooks and boat-rowers who were not equipped with any martial arts skills. There were simply too many people and no distinct target, and Meng Fuyao was too lazy to check the level of martial arts one by one. From her analysis of the situation, the culprit was an expert whom she could not rival. If he really wanted to conceal himself, no one would be able to expose him.

To this point, both Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji vaguely knew who the culprit was. If someone could conquer the martial arts realm for three decades, and yet let no one be able to distinguish his gender despite the enormous number of people he had met, the level of mystery and pretense of this person must be the top in this universe.

As compared to putting in the effort to slowly investigate what identity he used to get onto the boat, or whether he was still on board, she was more willing to wait for his next move.

Meanwhile, the child who was saved that day was questioned. Tie Cheng opened his door at the first possible moment, and the child was sound asleep and did not wake up until the next morning. The child said that he was from a fisherfolk family downstream. Because his family could not pay for their expenses, he was sold to a pirate gang as a manual laborer. His family signed a lifetime contract, and his survival would only be up to the gang from then on. That year, that gang faced many difficulties in their raids and were oppressed by the court. As such, the gang agreed on holding a live sacrifice, something which had not been done in more than 10 years. Unfortunately, the child was chosen amongst the slaves.

As that child’s voice was changing due to puberty, and he also stammered, it took a long while before his incoherent sentences made sense. Meng Fuyao listened to him and did not sense any flaws in his statements. Hence, she merely sent him home.

The boat drifted for another day and night before it stopped by the shore. Meng Fuyao was in a bad mood and had intense hatred towards the royals of Xuanji. Picking the vice head of the pirate gang by the collar, she dragged him onto the shore and fully concentrated on walking ahead. Behind her, Zhangsun Wuji followed quietly, while Tie Cheng could not understand why there was such an immense change between the two of them in one night. However, he was still happy to see it, and he followed her joyously.

Meng Fuyao was full of vigor. She dragged that person and aimed straight for the location where the rebellion forces gathered. Today, she was determined to be the head of the union. Whether or not the person who offended her was Feng Jingrui, she was determined to bring some trouble for him!

The gathering was held on a platform located at the waist of a secretive mountain. Just moments before the few of them hiked up to the destination, they suddenly heard chaos happening above them. Then, there was a heated argument.

“Who are you! You’re not even making sense!”

“Scram!”

“Could he be a spy sent by the court?”

“Search him!”

Moments later, there were distinct sounds of weapons clashing, and someone cried, “We are all men! Why be so touchy!”

Afterward, the same person shouted, “I accidentally entered this area while I was touring the mountains. If I’m a nuisance, then I’ll just apologize to all of you… but all of you… have no manners at all!”

Seconds later, he barked, “I’m getting angry!”

A while later, he screamed again, “I’m really getting angry!”

The sound of struggling became louder, and there was a mix of mockery and laughter. One person from the crowd jeered. “Nerd!”

“Throw him out!”

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a white figure rolled out of the crowd. He rolled towards Meng Fuyao and Tie Cheng, who were walking at the front of their group.

Tie Cheng placed his hands behind his back; his master was active and would definitely catch that.

Instead, Meng Fuyao raised her hand, gave a tight slap, and sent that figure flying in the other direction.

A man!

A man who was only wearing undergarments!

A man with fair complexion wearing only undergarments!

The three things that King Meng absolutely hated!

Meng Fuyao, feeling disgusted, sent him flying away. Then, she took large strides without looking sideways and stepped on that man who was crying and wailing. Without moving away, she continued to step over him.

At the same moment, Lord Yuan Bao crawled out of Zhangsun Wuji’s robes, and he shivered as he bit on his claws. Seems like Master was right to tell him to switch locations! King Meng was now allergic to anything male!

The man whom Meng Fuyao stepped over shouted, “My bones are breaking!”

Casually, Meng Fuyao threw a golden ingot at him.

“Medical fee!” Meng Fuyao said.

The medical fee landed on his ribs, and there was a clear bang… It seemed as though his bone really broke this time…

That man sucked in his breath in pain. After grabbing the golden ingot, he threw it at Meng Fuyao. “I’m really really angry right now!”

Tie Cheng looked down at the pretty face, which looked slightly childish. Frowning, he commented with much detest, “Just a pretty face.” Then, he crossed over the man.

Meanwhile, Zhangsun Wuji did not even bother looking down. As such, that physical mass was left behind…

At the end of the mountain path was the platform. A group of men who were dressed in all manners was arguing profusely. When they saw Meng Fuyao and her group walking in, they stopped arguing and looked at the intruders in shock. Someone frowned. “Who is intruding this time round? Give them a beating and chase them away!”

Immediately, someone retorted, “Boss Bull, it seems as though you’re not the head of the union yet, right? Why are you assuming the role so naturally and ordering us around?”

Boss Bull gave a stare towards the person who spoke. “You were defeated by me, and you have the face to talk here?”

That person flushed red in embarrassment. However, he raised his head with much dignity. “Weren’t you also defeated by the Chief of the White Mountains? Aren’t you embarrassed?”

Arguments and chaos ensued. It was along the lines of who defeated who, then it extended to whose female relatives committed adultery with who, and it escalated to an artistic, unimaginable and exciting description of the genitals of these female relatives…

“Shut up!”

The shout was so loud that everyone twisted their heads. It was only then that they recalled they were here for the fight to become Head of the Union, and they had forgotten about the intruder. Immediately, someone barked. “Who are you to raise your voice here?”

“Me?” Meng Fuyao pointed at her nose and pushed the vice head of the pirate gang to the floor. “Your new Union Head!”

There was a deafening silence for a moment. Then, there was a thunderous round of laughter. These aggressive men who were used to living life on the edge didn’t even bother to curse, and they looked at this pretty and thin lad as though they were surveying a strange specimen. Apparently, Meng Fuyao wore the mask again, as she was used to not showing her true appearance in front of a crowd.

“I will teach all of you in this mob – who have no idea how to cooperate – the way to oppose the court, and how you can achieve greater freedom and liberty even under oppression.” Meng Fuyao pretended not to hear the roaring laughter. Sitting down casually on a rock, she added, “But before this, I’ll teach you all what are the rules of the Union Chief.”

Gesturing for the Chief of the White Mountains and Boss Bull to come over, she said, “Come, get a beating from me.”

The Chief of the White Mountains looked like a refined middle-aged man who did not participate in the filthy speeches of the uncultured masses. He had been sitting at the side with a look of despise, and that moment, he smiled in a composed demeanor. “Lad, you are brazen enough, and I’ll let you live for a while more. Boss Bull, go teach him a lesson.”

Boss Bull heeded his orders pretty well. He took a pair of specially-made knives which looked thick and heavy, and he walked up. The veins on his stout legs were exposed, and every step he took left a deep hole. It seemed like he specialized not just in martial arts, but also the strength in his lower body.

The gleam of the knife swept by as he raised his weapon. Opening his eyes and mouth very widely, he shouted at a volume as loud as thunder, “Lad, get a beating from me—”

Bam!

He had yet to finish his sentence, and huge teeth suddenly appeared on the ground. The white teeth bounced like pearls on the black background, and each bounce further shocked the audience. Instantaneously, silence fell upon the spectators.

In the meantime, Lord Yuan Bao, who had just peeked out of Zhangsun Wuji’s robes, covered his mouth in fear. ‘Oh my, those teeth…’ he thought.

“Learn one of my words, and it will cost you one tooth!” As though she had never moved at all, Meng Fuyao continued smirking on the stone. “Five teeth today! Better remember your lesson!”

Then, she heard the sounds of deep breathing. When she looked back, she saw the Chief of the White Mountains slowly standing up. He dusted his clean and green robes and walked to her, step by step.