The scream was so close to Fuyao's ears that it was as if a pearl was right beside her. She could no longer hold it in when she heard it. She sprang to her feet and tried to run away.
Suddenly, she was pulled back by someone. She shook her head without turning her head. "Let go!"
Zhan Beiye did not let go. He stretched out his hand and pushed Fuyao back, causing her to slam into the stone wall. Only then did she feel as if she was leaning against a cliff.
Zhan Beiye placed his hands on either side of her body in a trapping position. His firm chin was slightly raised above her head, his dark eyes looking down at her.
"Fuyao, can you give me some time to talk to you alone?" he asked.
His voice was low and deep. In the misty night, his voice was even heavier than a tiny water droplet. Looking at his bright but somewhat haggard brows, Fuyao's heart softened. If it were any other day, she would have listened to him. However, at this moment, she was worried about Ya Lanzhu's safety and had neither the mood nor the time.
She lifted her head and said softly, "There's plenty of time. Why now?"
"Since when have you ever been so generous with your time?" Zhan Beiye suddenly laughed, revealing his white teeth and dark eyes. "If I'm not careful, you'll slip away. Looking for you is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It's not easy to find you, but the needle is poking my hand …"
Fuyao laughed as well. "Poking my hand. Why aren't you moving away?"
"I won't." Zhan Beiye said without hesitation. "Not to mention needles, even if it's a knife, I won't give up. Since I'm by your side, I should protect you. Your life isn't yours, it's mine."
"I don't need your protection." Fuyao lifted her head, her nose almost touching his. Her eyes sparkled. "My life has always been my own. My life, my thoughts, my everything, can only be mine."
"I'm not going to argue with you about that." Zhan Beiye sucked in a deep breath. He had had enough of quarreling with Fuyao. Both of them were hot-tempered people, and the moment they met, they would start a fight. It wasn't the charming kind, but the poisonous fire that could burn one's skin and hurt one's mind. How deep of a friendship did they have to endure such a fire?
He believed that she would extend a helping hand to him, just like she did to others. He believed that she would be the only woman in the entire Five Continents Continent who had assisted and supported multiple Emperors, just like how she had helped him and Zong Yue. However, he hated the word 'same' even more. Yes, the same. Everyone was the same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same. The same.
This feeling was profound, but it had nothing to do with romance. He held out the Dan Heart, which was filled with hot blood. She accepted it with a smile and then put it aside.
He had never accepted rejection in his life, but she was the only exception. Those hands that he extended and retracted again and again, grasping the cold moonlight in one hand.
"Fuyao …" Zhan Beiye, who had been like fire all his life, finally learned to sigh because of her. He leaned forward slightly, his fingers gently but forcefully grabbing her shoulder.
He did not know what he wanted to do, but he just wanted to get closer to her.
However, he heard the woman say clearly, "Your Excellency, do you want your jaw to be dislocated again?"
Zhan Beiye froze. She pushed him away without hesitation and strode away. Zhan Beiye's figure flashed and blocked her way. "Fuyao!"
Meng Fuyao glared at him. Zhan Beiye did not avoid her gaze. He said in a low voice, "Fuyao, don't act rashly."
"Pearl is in danger, and you're telling me not to act?" Meng Fuyao was furious. "You're telling me not to act and watch her fall off the cliff?"
"Ya Lanzhu is in danger? How did you know that? "Zhan Beiye looked as if he was completely dumbfounded.
"Didn't you hear Pearl's scream?" Meng Fuyao looked at him suspiciously.
Zhan Beiye shook his head. Meng Fuyao frowned and stared at him. "Could it be that you don't want me to act rashly, so you're lying to me that you didn't hear it?"
Zhan Beiye's thick brows furrowed, his dark eyes filled with disbelief.
Meng Fuyao was even more determined. She crossed her arms and looked at Zhan Beiye coldly. "I know you don't like Pearl, and I know that you've always been avoiding her, but can't you be more considerate of her? You don't have to be so cold even to a friend, do you? "
Zhan Beiye looked at her, his eyes turning even darker. Like a black magnet, they were like a bottomless whirlpool. When he looked at her with those eyes, it was as if the entire sky and earth were filled with his deep black gaze. The blue ocean waves were tens of feet high and could drown anyone.
He stared at her for a long time, all sorts of emotions flashing through his eyes. After a while, he turned around without saying a word, lifted his sleeves, and strode out.
He entered the thick fog. As soon as he entered, there was a muffled sound, followed by a loud "bang".
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat. She spun around and pounced. "Zhan Beiye!"
She pounced towards the source of the sound, but she could not find him. She could not even sense the place where Pearl had made the sound. The water vapor that she had felt earlier seemed more obvious now.
She reached out and grabbed wildly in the thick fog, just like how Zhan Beiye had grabbed her. She did not care if she would catch a venomous snake. Suddenly, she grabbed a hand.
It was not a small hand, and the joints were not slender either. Meng Fuyao was delighted. "Zhan Beiye, where the hell have you been …"
She suddenly paused and heard someone ask, "Why did you grab me?"
It was a very unfamiliar voice, a very calm tone, and a very special … tone.
She could not even tell if the speaker was a man or a woman.
She couldn't even hear the rise and fall of the sentence, whether there was hostility or not.
If it had been anyone else, their first reaction would have been to let go. Unfortunately, Meng Fuyao had always been bold. Judging from where the person was standing, Zhan Beiye's palm should have been aimed at him. How could she let go? Not only did she not let go, but she even pulled him in front of her. "The fog is thick, and the sky is dark. It's good to have more people."
The person actually pulled her in and said nonchalantly, "Too many people are a hindrance."
"What hindrance?" Meng Fuyao asked curiously.
The person did not speak, but turned around to look at her.
Meng Fuyao was stunned again.
'Is this person … a man or a woman?'
His hair was tied up in a high bun, and he wore a long robe without any curves. He had a slightly long face that was suitable for both men and women. His shoulders were a little broad, but not wide enough. His waist was not thin, but not thick either. He had a pair of big square eyes, a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows, and full lips. As a woman, he was too handsome and handsome. As a man, he was too delicate and handsome.
To put it more bluntly, he was androgynous. His temperament was so neutral that it was impossible to distinguish between a man and a woman, which was the complete opposite of Yue Po's extreme beauty.
'Hidden Fog?'
'The fuse that triggered Yun Hun and Yue Po's 38 years of love marathon and the scandal of the Ten Strongest was actually this woman?'
'Did Yun Hun run away for 38 years because of this woman standing beside Yue Po?'
Suddenly, Meng Fuyao wanted to laugh. 'This is ridiculous. This person's temperament and Yue Po's don't match.'
But she stopped halfway … No, it was not that they didn't match, but they were too compatible. If the two of them were to stand together, the effect would be very strange. The Yang would lean towards Yin, and the Yin would lean towards Yang. Even if they stood together, they would still look like a perfect couple. It was just that their genders were swapped. The Hidden Mist was talented, while the Yue Po was beautiful.
'No wonder Yun Hun ran away in anger when his mirror was broken. When the two of them stand together, they are more compatible than anyone else.'
Sensing her strange gaze, the Hidden Mist tilted her head and smiled. "You're not dead yet?"
"She won't die even if you die!" Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and a black light rolled up from the ground. Zhan Beiye rushed over like a hurricane, his sleeves fluttering in the wind and splitting the thick fog apart. The golden pestle in his hand rose up and fiercely flicked upwards!
The Hidden Mist raised her eyebrows. "You again." With a wave of her hand, an ancient mirror suddenly appeared in her hand. With a flash of light, a shadow appeared in front of her. Suddenly, Meng Fuyao saw An Mei in front and Xuanyuan Min behind, seemingly looking for her. Xuanyuan Min slowly extended his palm towards An Mei's back.
'What is he doing?'
'Is it real this time?' 'Is it fake?'
"Boom!"
Meng Fuyao did not care whether it was real or not.
Suddenly, she turned sideways and struck with her shoulder. Before her shoulder could reach, the 'Heaven Piercing' pierced out from under her shoulder at a crafty angle. By the time the Hidden Mist realized that she had hidden the sword, the jet-black blade was already in front of her mirror!
The Hidden Mist raised her eyebrows and flung Fuyao away with a flick of her sleeve. Meng Fuyao's body floated forward effortlessly, but the 'Heaven Piercing' dragged along a faint white glow as it went straight for the Hidden Mist's wrist. The Hidden Mist's expression changed at the sight of the pale white glow. "Where did you get the Yue Qi from?"
With a flick of her wrist, a brilliant light flashed, and the surface of the mirror turned. Zhan Beiye's golden pestle met the surface of the mirror.
"Break!" Zhan Beiye shouted.
"Die!" The Hidden Mist roared.
"Crack!"
A faint cracking sound rang out, and a crack appeared on the ancient mirror. It extended rapidly, but stopped halfway.
Meng Fuyao sighed in pity. This thing was actually so sturdy. She had used the Yue Qi to distract the Hidden Mist's attention, but the two of them had not been able to completely destroy the mirror.
Fortunately, the mirror had finally cracked, and the fog had thinned slightly. Laughter could be heard from within the fog. "You almost trapped me!"
The person's first word was still far away from the mountain top, but the last word was already right beside her. Before the voice had died away, it was as if someone had rolled up his sleeves. Meng Fuyao felt a light above her head, and when she looked up, she finally saw something other than the fog.
The clear sky, the hazy waning moon, and the brilliance of the stars.
The sky was filled with the brilliance of the stars.
Brilliant like fireworks, swirling like snowflakes. Hundreds of thousands of miles of starlight rushed over from the distant Milky Way, passing through layers of gloomy clouds in the vast sky, passing through the cold moon, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. In an instant, it reached the fingertips of a person. With a flick of his fingers, starlight would appear. Although small, it was eternal, illuminating the lost of time.
Starlight Holy Hands, Fang Yimo.
Meng Fuyao looked at him, her eyebrows half furrowed and half relaxed. She did not know whether it was good or bad luck to see Fang Yimo. It was obvious that he was the one who had fought with the Hidden Mist, and he had also been trapped when the Hidden Mist had used all its power to activate the formation. Just now, Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye had worked together to break the mirror, and Fang Yimo had escaped in an instant. By right, he should be thanking her, but … Meng Fuyao remembered that Fang Yimo had said that he would kill her once and save her once during their last parting. Would he save her or kill her now?
In mid-air, Fang Yimo looked back and saw her.
Meng Fuyao was wearing a mask, but Fang Yimo's gaze shifted from Zhan Beiye to her, and his eyes were full of understanding.
In mid-air, he flicked his sleeves and chuckled. "Why do you purposely offend the top experts every time?"
Meng Fuyao stared at the elegant, dark-robed 'prostitute' and laughed helplessly. "I was born to be incompatible with you guys."
Fang Yimo faced the Hidden Mist with one hand and pointed at Meng Fuyao with the other. "Should I save you or kill you?"
Meng Fuyao looked at him and giggled without saying a word. She thought to herself, 'What kind of tricks are you playing? I've given you a crystal house after all. Besides, I'm no longer a nobody.'
Zhan Beiye stepped aside and stood in front of her to protect her.
In the silence, Fang Yimo tilted his head and thought for a while. "First … kill!"
At the same time, the Hidden Mist suddenly said, "Return the Moon Essence Energy!"
"Swoosh!"
The two experts had actually chosen to attack Meng Fuyao at the same time. The starlight spread for thousands of miles, and the fog was thick. Silver-white starlight mixed with the dark fog rolled over like a raging wave. It was as if the turbid waves of the sea had splashed into thousands of fragments, forming a huge wall of ferocious beasts that pounced on a small boat in the storm!
Meng Fuyao's body turned into a boat!
The hurricane-like Gang Qi was not something that could be resisted by humans, and Meng Fuyao was definitely unable to withstand the combined attack of the two experts. In an instant, she was swept up and sent flying.
Fortunately, there was still Zhan Beiye.
As soon as the two experts spoke, he pounced forward and swung his golden rod. The golden rod's brilliance was not inferior to that of the starlight. The rod's light whistled like a shooting star through the thick fog in an instant, heading straight for the steel-like hand of the Hidden Mist.
"Boom!"
The Hidden Mist took half a step back, her face pale. Zhan Beiye swallowed a mouthful of blood, swayed, and reached out to grab the flying Meng Fuyao. In his hand, Meng Fuyao turned around like an eagle, and with a flash of "Heaven Murder", she ruthlessly intercepted Fang Yimo's starlight that filled the sky.
However, at the moment when Zhan Beiye did not take the opportunity to chase after her and instead diverted his attention to grab Meng Fuyao, Hidden Mist's finger turned, and the surface of the ancient mirror flipped.
At the same time, Zhan Beiye and Fuyao lost their footing.
Both of them had not yet stabilized their footing. Zhan Beiye tilted his head to catch Fuyao and bore the brunt of the force of her blade. Fuyao flipped in the air without any support, and with her back empty, she fell in a straight line.
As they fell, they heard the sound of the wind and waves below them.
Ning Dai River!
They were actually on the cliff by the river just now!
Meng Fuyao's body fell, and with a flip of her palm, she was about to flip into the water and jump back up when a ray of cold light shot down from the cliff above!
The cold light was aimed directly at her heart. Unable to dodge in mid-air, she had no choice but to raise her hand to block it.
All of a sudden, a black shadow flashed before her eyes. Something was flying in front of her, blocking her path. With a muffled groan, the black shadow rapidly descended and crashed into her. Fuyao's vision went black and she felt a sweet taste in her throat. She could vaguely feel the residual force from where they had collided, scattering all of her consciousness.
"Zhan …" Before she could finish her sentence, she had already tumbled down.
"Plop!"
= = =
"Plop!"
The impact of falling from a high place into the water was not to be underestimated. Even so, Fuyao struggled to retain a bit of consciousness, remembering Zhan Beiye who had blocked the attack. However, the moment her back touched the surface of the water, a palm suddenly reached out and gently touched her back.
As the two forces collided, Fuyao felt a great force rushing into her front and back, causing the true Qi in her body to collide. She did not know where she was, but before she could feel the inexplicable light, she was knocked unconscious by the surging true Qi.
She slowly sank.
The deep water was boundless.
The Ning Dai River was the largest river that ran through the entire Xuanyuan Territory. The reason it was called Ning Dai was because the water was so deep that one could not see the bottom.
Fuyao fell to the bottom of the water.
She lay there quietly. Her face was pale under the mask, but there was a subtle change in her skin. It was unknown whether it was because of the light from the water or some other reason, but her skin was extremely transparent. Fine blue veins could be seen on her skin. Then, the transparent color slowly reversed, and her skin gradually returned to its original whiteness. However, it seemed to be even whiter. It had the color of milk and condensed jade, and it faintly shone with the texture of jade. It was like a perfectly carved jade statue.
Her body was also undergoing the same changes. Even her teeth and fingernails were gradually turning milky and harder.
In the deepest part of the Dantian that no one could see, the True Qi was circulating at an unprecedented speed, expanding the meridians, relaxing the blood and Qi. The True Qi flowed along the eight extraordinary meridians, unceasingly accommodating, fusing, absorbing, transforming, until it converged into a surging river and flowed into the treasure of the Moon Soul hidden in the Dantian. The floating and spinning silver light was enveloped by the river, layer by layer, and finally turned into specks of light in the river. In an instant, the river shone brightly. The light spread out with the Dantian as the center, illuminating the entire internal organs. Wherever the light reached, the damaged meridians, the hidden blood clots, and the weak Qi of the body were instantly repaired, cleared, and consolidated.
Above the sixth level of Cleaving Nine Heavens was the true Human Realm, the seventh level, Jade Body!
Diligent training day and night, the simultaneous gathering of the true energy of a top-notch expert, and the precise timing of the pincer attack had instantly dispersed the clots in her meridians. Of the nine levels of Cleaving Nine Heavens, the seventh level was the most critical and thus the most difficult to cross.
If one was considered a top-notch expert before the sixth level, then after the seventh level, one would have truly stepped into the door of top-notch martial arts. They would have been able to glimpse into the profound mysteries of nature, and their progress would be extraordinary. In the past, many of those who had trained in Cleaving Nine Heavens had stopped before this decisive level, lingering at the entrance of the seventh level for the rest of their lives.
From then on, the door to the Divine Realm of martial arts had finally opened for her.
Unbeknownst to her, she was still in a deep sleep. At this critical juncture of her advancement, what she needed the most was a sound sleep to repair and recover.
No one would disturb her slumber.
Deep underwater, a man sat on a white rock, his eyes calm and unfathomable. His sleeves fluttered in the gentle waves of the water, brushing past the soft aquatic plants and schools of fish. He gazed at the sleeping woman in the dark, sparkling waters.
His jet-black hair flowed freely in the water, his long eyebrows as dark as black jade due to the water flow. His eyes, however, were softer and brighter than the water, carrying a smile of relief.
Looking at the subtle changes in her skin, he smiled. As he did so, faint traces of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth, forming a light pink hue in the water that was instantly washed away by the current.
The impact of falling off the cliff, the true energy of the stars, and the true Qi he had sent out — all three of them superimposed in an instant. In addition to that, he had to quickly find the clots in her meridians and adjust them. Even a Golden Immortal would not have been able to withstand it.
But fortunately … it was finally resolved.
Zhangsun Wuji floated up with a smile and landed beside her. As he moved, a string of sparkling and translucent bubbles appeared, scattering like pearls, which were then gently pecked by silver-red fishes.
He gently stroked Fuyao's long, silky hair and placed his fingers on her wrist. He revealed a satisfied smile, but at the same time, he seemed slightly annoyed. Suddenly, he bent down and kissed Fuyao's forehead. Finally, he kissed her on the lips.
Her lips were moist and plump from the water flow, as bright as a blooming rose. Zhangsun Wuji gently nibbled on them with a smile, savoring her unique fragrance and softness. Taking advantage of the fact that she had yet to wake up from her natural breathing adjustment, he pried open her pearly teeth to attack the city. Behind her pearly teeth, the city gate was half open, and the Crystal Palace was full of flowers waiting to be plucked. His tongue had also become a nimble fish, swimming freely in her sweet, sparkling ocean, stirring up snow-colored waves. Above the waves, the sky was clear, and the sun was shining brightly.
'You're such a worrisome … little thing …'
He smiled and whispered in his heart. He held the slender and soft waist of the woman under him and kissed her deeply and attentively. It was only when he felt the breath of the woman under him gradually quicken and the circulation of her True Qi slowed down that he reluctantly withdrew from the city that he had occupied with evil intentions. However, he seemed to be a little unwilling. He turned his head to her earlobe and rolled it between his teeth. After fiddling with it a few times, he gently bit it.
The woman beneath him trembled again, causing him to chuckle. Calculating the time, they had been underwater for long enough. If they stayed any longer, neither of them would be able to hold on. He reached out to carry her, and with a flick of his sleeve, their bodies floated up like a light purple fish.
With a splash, the two of them emerged from the water. At the same time, Fuyao opened her eyes and saw water all around her. She was in Zhangsun Wuji's arms. Her eyes widened in shock. "How could it be you …"
Zhangsun Wuji raised his eyebrows. "Who else could it be?"
Fuyao's mouth twitched. Who could she say? Zhan Beiye? That would be a huge misunderstanding.
But what about the unlucky War Emperor? Fuyao's last memory was of the cold strike from Xing Hui. Zhan Beiye substituted himself, and then … he turned into Zhangsun Wuji.
Why did he always appear at the most opportune time?
Why did her lips feel a little numb and her earlobe a little painful?
Why did she always feel that the unlucky things belonged to others and the lucky things belonged to him?
Fuyao touched her lips and stared at Zhangsun Wuji suspiciously. Seeing that he didn't look too good, she asked uneasily, "What's wrong with you? You look malnourished. "
Zhangsun Wuji laughed. "Perhaps I've saved too many people." He then started counting with his fingers. "One, two, three …"
"Where did those three come from?" Fuyao mumbled. "Did you save Pearl too?"
Zhangsun Wuji nodded. "I had already left Mount Spiritual Pearl when I accidentally saw Xing Hui in the sky. By the time I rushed back, the array had already been activated. I entered through the waterway and was about to break the array when I found Ya Lanzhu. She was clinging onto the cliff and accidentally clung onto an eagle's nest. The eagle was about to peck her eyes, so Ya Lanzhu had no choice but to let go and jump. I had no choice but to catch her."
Fuyao recalled seeing something on Pearl's head during the array. So it was this. That child was really ruthless, jumping as she wished. Fortunately, Zhangsun Wuji had caught her, or else she would have been dead in two or three minutes if she had fallen into the water and fainted.
"Then I caught Zhan Beiye." Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "I realized that I don't have to look for you guys anymore. I'll catch all of you if you fall one by one."
Meng Fuyao laughed heartily. "What about the other two? Is Zhan Beiye alright? Why aren't we going over yet? Why are we always talking in the water? "
"Because …" Zhangsun Wuji stared into her eyes and answered slowly, "First, it's a rare opportunity to be close to each other in the water. Second, I like to be alone. Third, Princess Ya likes to be alone too. "
"…"
The Crown Prince was the most cunning …
Meng Fuyao lowered her head and saw that her clothes were drenched in Zhangsun Wuji's embrace. Everything that should and shouldn't be exposed was exposed, and everything that should and shouldn't be touched was touched. Recalling those three sentences, she cursed, "Zhangsun Wuji, when will you stop playing tricks …"
Zhangsun Wuji lowered his head and covered her mouth. "Wait until you marry me."
Fuyao whimpered, but before she could express any agreement or objection, Zhangsun Wuji had already let go of her and muttered to himself, "A thin stream flows over a long period of time. Today's portion is more or less enough."
"Huh?" Fuyao stared at him suspiciously. Zhangsun Wuji suddenly let go of her and pushed her lightly. "Come, let's go ashore."
"We're still dozens of feet away from the shore. You want me to go ashore with just one step? Dream on …" Fuyao cursed as she lifted her leg. Suddenly, she choked.
… She lifted her leg and stood on solid ground.
Fuyao slowly lowered her eyes to see if there were any rocket propellers on her leg. She slowly raised her eyes again and realized that there were no wings on her back either.
She extended her hand and took a closer look. Other than the fact that her palm was whiter and had a particularly solid feeling, there didn't seem to be any abnormalities.
However, it was a fact that the true Qi in her body had surged like a huge wave and swept her up. It was also a fact that she had traveled dozens of feet in an instant.
Had she leveled up?
Judging from the changes in her skin, she had actually skipped the sixth level and directly reached the seventh level?
But she had clearly given a portion of her true energy to Little Qi not long ago, which had caused her to fall by one level, and she was now hovering around the first level of the sixth level.
Based on her cultivation speed in the past … this was too miraculous, wasn't it?
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and walked over, stepping lightly on the riverbank. "Congratulations, Fuyao. Not only has the Moon True Qi in your body been completely integrated, but it has also been refined by your own True Qi. You've reached a new level."
Fuyao raised her eyes in a daze. "That strike of Starlight?"
Zhangsun Wuji's eyes flashed. "He's really a weird person. He killed you first and then saved you. He killed you but also saved you."
"What do you mean?"
"That strike was supposed to kill you, but Zhan Beiye blocked it. The force was dispersed, and the true Qi was converted to clear the blockage in your body."
"What if he didn't block it?"
"That depends on your luck. If you could take it, you'd benefit endlessly. If you couldn't, you'd die."
Fuyao's mouth twitched. "What a f * cking pervert. Killing someone and saving someone is so complicated. I don't know if I should hate him or thank him."
"I don't think he cares about your hate, and he doesn't need your thanks," Zhangsun Wuji said. "Fang Yimo has always been temperamental."
"But I still feel that this increase in true Qi is a little strange …" Fuyao frowned. "It can't be that simple …"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled without saying a word. He held her hand and said, "Let's go take a look at those two."
The two of them turned around a cliff, and Zhan Beiye was still unconscious on a boulder. He was only wearing his underwear. Ya Lanzhu started a fire and put his clothes over the fire to roast.
Seeing that, Fuyao couldn't go over. She secretly gestured to Zhangsun Wuji and asked, "Did you take off his clothes?"
Zhangsun Wuji shook his head. Fuyao was speechless. 'Zhuzhu, I worship you.'
She scratched her chin and thought, 'The War Emperor's underwear is still wet. Will Zhuzhu help him roast it?'
She thought, 'Zhuzhu, can you be braver and just eat it?'
Her gaze was probably too perverted. Zhangsun Wuji turned to look at her and whispered in her ear, "You're right. I should have done that."
"…"
Fuyao pinched him hard …
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and let her pinch him. Suddenly, he pulled her hand and walked away. Still worried, Fuyao kept looking back. Zhangsun Wuji said, "I've already informed the Black Wind Cavalry to come and support Zhan Beiye."
He pointed to the top of the cliff. "Fuyao, don't you want to see how much you've improved?"
Fuyao looked at him, her eyes slowly brightening.
Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "Don't you want to change the name of the Ten Strongest in the World, which no one has changed for thirty years?"
Fuyao whistled and touched Zhangsun Wuji's face with a smile. "I don't know who I am, but I know who I am, Zhangsun Wuji!"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and pushed her. "Go on, you can touch me all you want after you win."
She laughed heartily and tied up her long hair. Then, she lifted her leg and ran up to him.
She ran straight up the cliff. Her steps were light and quick as if she was walking on flat ground. The soaked clothes on her body were instantly evaporated by the rising and circulating True Qi. She ran on the cliff, leaving a black line in the air.
Zhangsun Wuji looked up at her as she leaped over the wall and disappeared into the distance in an instant. Like a fluttering war flag, her silhouette flew straight into the blue sky. His eyes were distant and deep. It was as if he saw the flying phoenix that he had carefully protected finally spread its wings and soared to the Ninth Heaven.
The phoenix finally rose and soared into the clouds, its clear cry piercing through the firmament!
Meng Fuyao sprinted straight to the top of the cliff. The battle between the Top Ten Strongest was still ongoing. Hidden Mist, whose formation could not trap Xing Hui, was on par with him in terms of martial arts. Both of them had agreed to this agreement many years ago. The location of the battle was decided by Hidden Mist, but the time was decided by Xing Hui. Hidden Mist had been entrusted by her clansmen to kill Xuanyuan Min and Meng Fuyao, but in the end, she was suddenly entangled by Fang Yimo. Frustrated, she stopped fighting halfway and took a few steps back. "You and I have been fighting for so many years. I'll let you have it. "
"Let you have it? Your position is going to be mine soon. What do you have to let me have it?"
Suddenly, a giggling voice was heard. Hidden Fog and Starlight turned their heads, only to see Meng Fuyao, who had never been afraid of bragging, calmly walking up from the bottom of the cliff. Fang Yimo's eyes narrowed when he saw her footwork. He laughed. "You're really lucky, kid."
Fuyao glanced at him and snorted. "Eh, where's the essence of the moon?" Hidden Mist asked.
Fuyao pointed at her nose and giggled. "It's all in my vital energy, flesh, and skin. If you can, you can cut me inch by inch and you won't be able to get it back."
Hidden Mist sized her up, her eyes revealing a look of surprise, she thought for a while and said: "Go find Moon Soul, compensate him with 30 years of True Power."
Fuyao cast a sidelong glance at her. "He doesn't want it. Why are you meddling?"
"As long as it's good for him." Kirin's answer was simple, and the expression on his handsome face was surprisingly sincere. "How could he possibly give such a thing to others? His hair has already turned white. "
Fuyao looked at her … This woman was the polar opposite of Yun Hun's bashful character. She was so bright and straightforward. If she liked someone, she would treat them well. If they didn't want it, then forget it. Normal people would be frustrated if they couldn't get what they wanted, but there was no such feeling in her eyes. Fuyao had never seen someone who loved so simply and calmly. She wasn't afraid of being found out or rejected. Love was entirely her own business.
This was a woman who could integrate her own world into one, one that no one could ever hurt. It was no wonder that she could set up such an impeccable formation. Meng Fuyao felt that, in terms of temperament, she would be a better match for Yue Po. However, fate and love in this world were never purely based on personality.
Everything depended on one's heart.
Meeting such a person, even if she had once tried to kill Fuyao, Fuyao couldn't help but soften her heart. Sigh, there were so many interesting people in the Top Ten. Each and every one of them was a treasure. There was no need to fight to the death. Just take her position.
She smiled and slowly raised her Heaven Piercing Sword. Pointing at Hidden Mist's brows, she said word by word, "If you want to order me, exchange it with your strength!"
Hidden Mist's brows twitched as he looked at her in surprise. "Challenge?"
Fuyao nodded. "Yes, challenge."
Fang Yimo, who had already retreated to the side, suddenly laughed. "The Top Ten have been unchallenged for 30 years."
"Then let's start with me." Fuyao laughed. "I'll have to trouble Master Xing Hui to be the judge."
"Did you kill Yan Sha?" Hidden Mist suddenly asked. "He was injured by you. I met him, and according to the rules of the tournament, you can replace him as one of the Top Ten."
"I was able to kill Yan Sha by relying on the right time, right place, and ingenious mechanisms," Meng Fuyao replied. "But now, I want to defeat you with pure martial arts."
"Conditions?"
"If I lose, I'll be at your mercy, Master Hidden Mist. It's up to you if you want to cut me up and grind me for the moon's essence." Hidden Mist smiled. "If you lose, you'll give me your position as one of the Top Ten, and you'll never meddle in the affairs of the Xuan Yuan Family."
The Hidden Mist lowered her eyelashes and tightened her grip on the bronze mirror. She said, "Please."
She took a step back, not daring to underestimate Fuyao's strength. With a flick of her fingers, the bronze mirror danced, and in an instant, thousands of layers of fog rose from the sky, the earth, the water, the trees, and everything else in nature, covering her like a heavy curtain.
Instead of retreating, Meng Fuyao advanced. She pointed her finger at the Heaven Slaughtering Saber, and a bright white arc appeared in mid-air. Without any fancy moves, the saber wind was as sharp as a giant sword, destroying the flowers and plants from a distance. The withered leaves in the cracks of the cliff were instantly crushed into powder and swept into the mighty wind. At the same time, the cracks in the rocks slowly cracked open. Fang Yimo, who was sitting leisurely on the top of the cliff with his sleeves fluttering in the wind, frowned. With a swipe of his finger, he fixed the crack in place.
On the other side, the two were already entangled in battle. Hidden Mist's fog instantly wrapped around Fuyao, trying to drag her into the mountain formation. But Fuyao, who had already suffered a loss, was determined not to fall for it. She had long studied the terrain of the cliff and calculated her footwork. She rose and fell, turned, moved, and dodged. Her movements were big and powerful, but her postures were delicate and delicate. On the top of the cliff, which was only the size of a table, she used her abundant true energy and exquisite moves to trap the Hidden Mist, not giving her the chance to be dragged into the formation. Instead, she slowly wrapped her into her own martial arts formation. Poking, poking, passing, and withdrawing — with every move, she slowly brought the Hidden Mist away from her original position and into the battlefield controlled by her true energy.
Fang Yimo sat leisurely on a precipice on the top of the cliff, watching the duel indifferently. Although he knew that Fuyao's skills had improved in an instant, he still did not expect much from her. No matter what, the Ten Strongest, who had been famous in Jianghu for thirty years, was already an existence of great stature. Unshakable had already become a rock-solid rule. Yet, after a few glances, his eyes were filled with amazement.
Every time he met this little girl, he would have a whole new level of respect for her … She seemed to have just increased her power, but in that instant, she had already grasped the rules of the natural way — to build her own True Energy Field, to control the overall pace of the battle, in a battle between the strong, the one who could grasp the rhythm and rhythm naturally, would be the winner! But this girl, step by step, did not make a sound. The Hidden Mist actually knew that she was delineating and restricting herself, but she could not completely escape!
As he sighed, he unconsciously realized that the crack on the rock he was sitting on was getting bigger. In an instant, his position was once again brought into Fuyao's control of the battlefield on the cliff. Fang Yimo hurriedly waved his finger in a somewhat awkward manner to stabilize his body.
The strong wind howled on the cliff, and the fog gathered and dispersed. Fuyao's body moved in a violent manner, and suddenly, she raised her body and shouted,
"Bang!"
A black light flashed, and the Heaven Piercing Sword appeared and disappeared. Suddenly, it eerily flew out from under her knees and headed straight for the Hidden Mist's eyebrows!
"Chi —"
The sharp weapon was so fast that it made a tearing sound as it pierced through the air. The rolling fog in the sky was forced to break apart by the extremely sharp blade, and the two sides of the cliff actually made a slight clanging sound. When the sky brightened, the Hidden Mist's figure appeared, and the black blade was already in between her eyebrows!
"Go!"
With a short but powerful shout, the Hidden Mist's copper mirror flipped, and a ray of black light shot out. The two lights were about to collide, but the trajectory of the black blade suddenly became crooked. However, it was this crooked that caused the bronze mirror to break again, and the aftershock caused the Hidden Mist's body to lose its balance.
"Fall!"
Before the shout was finished, Fuyao's fierce fist had already arrived! All the changes were within her calculations. When she punched, the wind generated from her fist was like a strong wind that swept through the five continents. Wherever it passed, a giant tree thirty feet away fell with a loud bang, smashing into the cliff that Fang Yimo was sitting on, causing it to shake violently.
The wind generated from the punch made it hard for the Hidden Mist to open her eyes. Her hair was pulled back, and her body tilted slightly. Suddenly, there was nothing behind her, and she fell straight down.
She had been forced down the cliff by Fuyao!
Fang Yimo stood up abruptly, and a black shadow flashed by his side. Fuyao had already brushed past his body and plunged down. Her true Qi was at its peak, and her whole body was as solid as jade. The distinct black and white parts were like snow jade, and she plunged down like a cannonball, falling even faster than the Hidden Mist!
As she fell, she skimmed over the water like a flying eagle. The Heaven Slaughtering Sword in her hand brushed past, and a wall of huge waves rose up!
The Hidden Mist flipped in mid-air, and just as she was about to raise the mirror to use the thicker fog on the water surface to trap Fuyao again, she did not expect Fuyao to be one step ahead of her in everything.
At that moment, the sun had just risen in the distance, and the Ning Dai River was glittering for thousands of miles, suffused with the golden light of the morning sun. The Heaven Slaughtering Sword swept up a thousand layers of waves, and the sky was filled with sparkling, sparkling beads. Strands that resembled the tail feathers of a phoenix splashed out, and when they were illuminated by the colorful rays of the rainbow, it was so dazzling that it was difficult to open one's eyes. The Hidden Mist's body skimmed over the water surface, and she retreated. The splashing water had already drenched the copper mirror.
As the sun rose, the fog receded.
The Hidden Mist let out a shrill cry as she was forced to retreat by the water wall. Her body was like a flag against the wind, and she suddenly shook off the bluish-black cliff. With a flip of her hand, the wind and clouds rolled back, and a large patch of dark fog that seemed to have substance, bringing with it the faint rumbling of thunder, smashing towards Fuyao's head!
She was truly enraged.
Fuyao sneered and slapped her black saber horizontally. Bright white Gang Qi swirled like a giant pestle, even brighter than the rising sun between the mountains. With a whirlwind, she met the Hidden Mist head-on!
Neither of them gave way in mid-air, and they clashed head-on!
"Boom!"
In mid-air, two bright light screens, one black and one white, clashed. The moment they collided, they slightly retracted, and then exploded with a loud bang. The black light was like ink, and the white light was like jade. They were clearly separated, but at the same time, they devoured each other. Within the white light, a faint moon-white core could be seen, and it continued to extend like a rolling river. In an instant, it engulfed and swept away the black light.
The red of the sunset, the black of the fog, and the white of the jade!
Three colors formed a rainbow!
Under the rainbow, the man in the crimson robe raised his head in astonishment.
On the riverbank, the man in the light purple robe smiled at the jade-like figure of his goddess with his hands behind his back. A faint smile spread across his face.
Further away by the bonfire, the girl who was warming herself by the fire suddenly turned around. The man in the coma was awakened by the loud noise, and his eyes shone with divine light. It was unknown whether he was surprised or happy.
Further away on Mount Lingzhu, the fog suddenly dispersed, and the man with the glassy eyes stopped abruptly. He looked in the direction of the sky, and the three-colored rainbow was reflected in his eyes. It was as gorgeous as the Milky Way.
In the bustling city, Xuanyuan Cheng stood by the window of a tall building, his hand on the windowsill as he looked in the direction of Mount Lingzhu. His eyes were dark and gloomy. Below the highest building in Kunjing, countless people within a hundred mile radius saw the rainbow. They opened their windows in surprise and pointed at it. No one knew where the top-notch expert was at the top of Mount Lingzhu, stirring up the wind and clouds and displaying a miracle.
At the same time, at the edge of Mount Lingzhu.
Although the fierce battle had yet to end, the outcome had been decided.
The unfurled flag curled up again and shot back to the cliff. The giant black pestle retracted its cold light and chased after it.
One after the other, the two of them landed on the ground.
The huge wind stopped, and the cliff was in a state of desolation.
The Hidden Mist's back was facing Meng Fuyao. Her robe hung loosely, and her bronze mirror was on her back. There were two deep cracks on the precious and indestructible ancient mirror.
One was caused by the combined efforts of Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye, and the other was caused by Meng Fuyao's last move.
The woman's hands were behind her back, and her back was as straight as usual. Her sigh was filled with the desolation of an old hero. The grand banquet had ended, and in the blink of an eye, the sound of autumn came.
She said slowly, "Admit defeat."
Admit defeat.
Fang Yimo stood there in a daze. His hair and clothes were no longer as bright as before. After a while, he said word by word, "Yes, the Hidden Mist has lost."
For thirty years, no one had dared to challenge the pinnacle of martial arts. For thirty years, the Top Ten Strongest had stood at the peak of martial arts. For thirty years, he had never heard the word 'lose'. Fang Yimo did not think that he would have the chance to say such words in his life. When the words left his mouth, he suddenly felt bitter and lonely. Was the Hidden Mist's defeat not his defeat?
He sighed and suddenly wanted to sit down and have a good rest … Perhaps they were all old.
But he sat on empty space. In his shock, he had forgotten to use his true energy to protect the cliff he was sitting on. Meng Fuyao's fierce true energy had finally emptied the crack he was sitting on and destroyed the entire cliff. He had nowhere to sit, nowhere to maintain his elegance.
Indeed … he had lost.
Both of them had lost this battle, and he was convinced.
Fang Yimo raised his head slightly and looked at the changing clouds in the sky. He thought of what Yue Po had said when Yan had died. At that time, he did not think much of it, but now he deeply felt that it was right.
The era of the Top Ten Strongest had passed, and the new Masters of the Five Continents would be born.
He looked at Meng Fuyao, who stood proudly on the cliff. The bright sun was rising above her head, as if she was wearing a sunlight crown. The sky was full of colorful clouds, accompanied by the surging wind and clouds, plated on her exquisite face.
Her battle robe was rolled up and dyed red. Eighteen years of arduous and bloody battle, this was how strong she was!
He looked at the eighteen -year-old Top Ten Strongest and sighed. After a long time, he asked,
"You are ranked eighth among the Top Ten Strongest. What is your title?"
Meng Fuyao raised her head and smiled. Facing the sun, she squinted her eyes. Her gaze was warmer and brighter than the sun.
She walked away in big strides, her words firm and resolute like a sword being unsheathed.
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