Legend of Fu Yao

Tai Yan only snorted coldly and used her hand to block the attack. But she did not expect the blade to change its direction, stabbing into the hind legs of the horse. With a blade stuck in its leg, the crisp sound of the horse’s bones could be heard as it collapsed in pain. Tai Yan, unprepared for this feint, lost her balance.

Her adaptability was naturally top-notched. With a tilt, she was already in the air, yet she still held tightly onto Yao Xun. Meng Fuyao lifted her hand and quickly flew to a bamboo plant and stuck something on there. Curious, Tai Yan subconsciously wanted to see but due to her height, she could not. So she could only step on Yao Xun to fly higher, and in that instant, she felt a gust of wind under her feet. Meng Fuyao had already rushed over and grabbed Yao Xun.

Tai Yan looked up and saw that the thing stuck on the bamboo was nothing but a toothpick. She turned purple, flipped over and glared at Meng Fuyao. “You are very cunning, but you are fighting with a skilled person. This is not something you can win merely with wits.”

Meng Fuyao looked at her, grinning from ear to ear. Though this midget was very strong, it was apparent that she had a lack of experience. Since Meng Fuyao’s wounds were healing and now she could wield the “Cleaving Nine Heavens” it would not be hard to end the fight with a draw.

That being said, why must they fight? Why can’t they instead make use of the ‘I will destroy everything Zhangsun Wuji has’ mindset instead?

“Say, why are you blocking the way here?” Meng Fuyao laughed. “To kill me? Or to slap me again? If so, why are you sprouting so much nonsense?”

“For what reason would I kill you?” replied Tai Yan emotionlessly. “I am a true disciple, unlike that Zhangsun Wuji that joined in halfway. Unless it is the enemy of the sect, I will not kill.”

Meng Fuyao smiled immediately but then heard Tai Yan adding, “I am only here to ask you to pass a message to Zhangsun Wuji. Teacher has something to tell him, ask him to listen carefully.”

Surprised, Meng Fuyao asked, “His teacher is here?”

“No.”

“Then how would he know his teacher’s message?”

“All you have to do is pass the message,” retorted Tai Yan, annoyed.

“Why don’t you pass the message yourself?” questioned Meng Fuyao, ignoring her blatant annoyance.

Tai Yan remained silent. After a while, with a murderous glare, she warned Meng Fuyao, “Another question and I will really kill you.”

“Fine, fine, I shan’t ask then.” Meng Fuyao shrugged her shoulders. “Miss Tai Yan, please focus on honing your skills to kill Zhangsun Wuji, stop interrupting our matters. Also, if you want to kill me, go ahead. But do not barge into the palace and disrupt his Majesty, he is who I need to protect. ”

Coldly, Tai Yan spat. “Since when was it up to you to order me around?” She turned to walk away and suddenly turned back. “You probably think that you will be Zhangsun Wuji’s queen?” With a strange gaze, Tai Yan looked at Meng Fuyao. That emerald green eyes resembled a shattered piece of jade in the abyss, bore into her soul.

“You are really pitiful.”

The gaze that penetrated Meng Fuyao made her felt anxious as she pointed to herself and asked, “Me? Pitiful?”

Leaving an insouciant glance for Meng Fuyao, she vanished. Meng Fuyao stood there as she looked to the sky in shock. Suddenly, the sound of the bamboo leaves rustling, and a light fragrance wafted past her nose. Without looking back, she said, “Here you are to fetch me again. I’m not a kid. Plus, look, Tai Yan didn’t manage to do anything to me anyways.”

Zhangsun Wuji smiled. “A kid is less worrisome than you.”

Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes and asked, “You heard the sentence just now, what did she mean?”

Zhangsun Wuji did not reply. He seemed to be troubled with some matters, a little absent-minded. After a moment, he pulled Meng Fuyao into his embrace and quietly asked, “Fuyao, when can our hard work be in the same direction?”

Meng Fuyao looked up. The light in his eyes seemed to have been dimmed. As the bamboo forest reflected on that purple embroidered robe, he seemed a little mottled from the shadows. Fuyao felt that his breath was not stable and actually felt downcasted along with him. She sighed. “Give up, Zhangsun Wuji.’

Zhangsun Wuji froze as he remained silent. Meng Fuyao thought about it and quietly said, “Actually Tai Yan’s personality isn’t that evil, and she is pretty skilled in martial arts, but that height of hers… sigh, if there was a perfect girl out there that matched you, I would be relieved.”

Zhangsun Wuji stayed silent. Suddenly, he laughed.

He laughed, but it was unlike the usual gentle and loving laughter. This was cold and harsh. With a wave, he pushed Meng Fuyao away.

It was the first time he had pushed her away ever since they met.

Meng Fuyao stepped back without a word and leaned against a bamboo as she hung her head down.

“Meng Fuyao…” Zhangsun Wuji looked at her. “Are you trying to play matchmaker again? Haven’t you had enough the last time? Do you really not understand that your ‘consideration’ for me now is nothing but ironic?”

Meng Fuyao laughed bitterly. “If I was just trying to play matchmaker I wouldn’t have dealt with that Lotus.”

Zhangsun Wuji looked at her and with a faint smile, said, “Fuyao, no matter how unwilling I was, I never once stopped you from chasing your path. So please, do the same for me and do not concern yourself with my pursue.”

Meng Fuyao looked up into the sky. ‘You want me to ignore your pursue… the issue is, the one you are pursuing is me, please. With you being touchy and feely all day, do you really think that I am a wooden block? Even wooden blocks get stuck in quicksands, what’s more, a living human being like me, wouldn’t I fall into your love trap? It might be easy for you to say, but you don’t know how hard it is to insist on my stance. The stress my insistence brought me made my bones ache, messed up my period and even my hormones secretion have gone down…. Is it easy for me?’

The man in front of her was honorable yet silent, like an untouchable God… This was a God-like man. Perfect without a flaw. Even his gentleness was strong like a jade, and no one could find fault in him. Indeed, he had no fault and would never be wrong. Alas, the fault lay in her. She was emotionalness, cold, heartless, shameless….

Meng Fuyao closed her eyes and suddenly felt annoyed beyond words. Why did she have to come here? Why did she have to meet him? Why did she have to fall into this trap of ‘to love or not to love’? She felt guilty for rejecting him—but why did she? Wasn’t she as hurt? Or perhaps even more hurt than him to make that choice.

She started to grind her teeth, she did not understand the disgust and anger that was coming up. ‘Instead of being tormented by hate and love, wouldn’t it be better to end everything at once? To make him leave in anger and let time heal our wounds. This is the most humane way to deal with it, isn’t it? I might have never dated anyone, but I certainly watched enough soap operas to know what words to defeat you with.’

“Zhangsun Wuji I hate your pursue. Can I please beg you to disappear from my sight? I do not want to continue owing you any favors, or else I will never be able to repay to debt, and I’ll continue living my life in pain. So please, let me off and let yourself off. Alright, these are my true feelings, and in this entire life, I will only say this once – Bye, thank you. and I hope we will never meet again.”

‘There is certainly a benefit to cultivating the Cleaving Nine Heavens, well, just look at this amazing display of lung capacity…’ Meng Fuyao angrily wiped away her tears and walked away without looking at Zhangsun Wuji’s expression behind her.

She walked with her head held high, a little too high, making people suspect that the only reason for that body language was to prevent a certain liquid from coming out. She stomped away but could not help but listen for the sounds of any footsteps. But it was still silent. She wanted to turn back so badly, to see what his expression was, to see what he was doing. But she stopped herself as she walked on and yelled, “Leave!”

But suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the back.

An almost unnoticeable current whirled around her leg upwards, bringing a thin piece of a leaf with it. The leaf fluttered gracefully on Meng Fuyao foot.

‘Where did the wind come from?

‘The other end of the bamboo forest…’

Meng Fuyao immediately turned back and noticed that at the other corner of the forest, between the bamboos, there was a tiny pink figure. With a cold laugh and a glimmer of light, she headed straight or Zhangsun Wuji’s back.

Meng Fuyao immediately pounced over.

She pounced aggressively like an angered lion or leopard. As the leaves fluttered down, the black sword instantly reduced them into a ball.

‘This damned Tai Yan!’ At this moment Zhangsun Wuji’s reaction speed is at his lowest!

In the other direction, the invisible guards also rushed forward with all their might. But when Tai Yan waved her sleeve as she drew her sword, no one could get close 30 feet from Zhangsun Wuji with the exception of Meng Fuyao.

That sword was stabbed right into Zhangsun Wuji back as he turned around to defend himself. However, whether it was Tai Yan or Meng Fuyao, they could tell that he was one step too slow.

Meng Fuyao was a step slow too. After all, she was too far away.

“Chi-”

The quiet sound as the weapon stabbed into his flesh made Meng Fuyao’s gut wrenched.

Tai Yan’s ear-piercing laughter rang in the forest. She was satisfied, a little heartbroken and relieved as she let out the crazed, manic laughter. “I finally beat you once!” The sword in her palm stopped short and went upwards.

That sword did not go completely through Zhangsun Wuji’s back but cruelly cut open his spine!

The sword glided past the flesh without hesitation, slicing it open. It seemed as though the sword was going to go all the way down when it suddenly stopped.