Meng Fuyao was falling.
The seawater around her was like the sky, blue and heavy, pouring down like a boulder on top of her head. She covered her head with her hands and pinched her throbbing temples with her fingers, determined not to faint.
If she fainted now, she would only be a burden to others. There was no one around who could carry her to the surface while she was being chased by the beast.
Faint red blood seeped out of her forehead, swaying in the murky green seawater like ribbons before disappearing in an instant.
Shadows swam down from above her head, but their speed could not keep up with the speed of her descent. The gigantic beast was circling and dancing, stirring up countless whirlpools of various sizes that dragged her down.
More than one figure was desperately trying to reach her, but she was still sinking uncontrollably. The thing behind her did not look like a fish, but more like a flood dragon. Its huge body moved nimbly, creating a whirlpool as it coiled around her. She was falling right into the center of the sea beast's coiled body. As soon as she fell, the sea beast would shrink and she would be torn to pieces.
The gigantic beast had already raised its head, revealing a huge mouth full of sharp teeth. It had been dormant for many years and could not wait to taste the fresh delicacy.
She could already hear the sound of thunder coming from the beast's abdomen.
She could hear the bubbling sound of the whirlpool churning.
She could hear the sound of the coral reef being smashed by the beast's tail. If she were to be swept like that, she would not even make a sound. She would only become a pile of Meng Fuyao paste.
The whirlpool was right below her!
Suddenly, she raised her hand and stabbed herself.
Her skin was cut open, and beads of blood fell like coral beads.
The human body experienced different kinds of pain. Some parts of the body would experience intense pain when injured, but it would not affect the joints or mobility. It would only affect one's willpower at the moment of pain.
As long as one could endure that moment of extreme pain, one's potential would be stimulated.
Of course, Meng Fuyao could endure it. After experiencing the spiritual purgatory, there was no pain in the world that she could not endure.
The pain cleared her head, and her strength returned.
Meng Fuyao struggled.
She escaped the whirlpool!
A black shadow swayed in front of her, a faint light flashed, and the wind blew fiercely. Suddenly, two rows of sharp teeth bit towards her shoulder blades!
She struggled and escaped from the whirlpool of the sea beast's body, but she landed right next to the sea beast's head. The beast's reaction was quick and fierce, and it opened its mouth to bite her!
The sharp teeth would definitely pierce through her shoulder blades, and her martial arts would be crippled!
Fuyao's heart skipped a beat. Before she could do anything, she subconsciously raised her hand to block.
Clang!
What rang out was not the expected sound of sharp teeth piercing through flesh, but the sound of metal colliding with teeth.
She turned her head in astonishment and saw a black bracelet on her wrist blocking the beast's sharp teeth. The beast's teeth were as sharp as steel blades and could even break metal. Yet, the flat bracelet did not stop it. Not only that, but half of its teeth were also broken!
She immediately grabbed the broken tooth and stuck it into the sea beast's nostril!
The sea beast raised its head and roared, its voice shaking the seawater. It swept its tail over, stirring up waves in all directions like an invisible wall. Fuyao turned around and swam away. She glanced over and vaguely saw an extremely small and narrow bulge on the sea beast's head. In her light red vision, it emitted a strange luster. Her intuition told her that it was probably a very important part. "Heaven Piercing" immediately made her move!
"Cha!"
The indestructible, sharp black knife stabbed into the protrusion, but it did not penetrate the hilt. Instead, it let out a low clanging sound, which sounded like metal striking against metal. One could only imagine how tough that spot was. Fuyao sighed inwardly. The intense headache affected her movements, causing her to deviate by half a centimeter and end up in the bone seam.
The gap was tightly wedged, and Fuyao was unable to pull it out. The sea beast, on the other hand, was in a frenzy of pain. It rolled and rolled, coiled up like a fried dough twist at lightning speed, and bounced off. The seawater around it shook violently because of its huge body, as if the entire seabed was stirred up by its pain. It was about to rise up and replace the endless sky above.
Fuyao could barely make out the shape of the sea beast. It was dozens of meters long, with a huge head and a thick tail. Half of its body was covered in scales, and it had four claws that were a few meters long. It was indeed the Flood Dragon King.
Legend had it that it had caused countless disasters, fought with five of the Top Ten Great Winds for three days and three nights, and sunk under the Luosha Sea.
Its swaying body caused the flow of water to reverse, making Fuyao dizzy. She tried her best to weave between the whirlpools, not allowing herself to be brought to the center of the Flood Dragon King's body.
Her breath was almost exhausted, and her chest and lungs were in so much pain that she felt like exploding. If she did not go up, she would explode and die first.
At this moment, the person above finally swam closer and reached out to grab her.
Yao Xun grabbed her left arm, and Yan Jingchen grabbed her right. Old Man Ma quickly tied a rope around her waist, and Yun Hen stood in front of the sea beast to block it.
The beast, which was in a frenzy of pain, would not let go of anyone who dared to stand in its way. Its ferocious nature was stimulated, and it was harder to deal with than before. Its body was covered in slippery armor, and beneath it was a steel-like skin. Even if a godly weapon were to pierce through its skin, it would be difficult to cause any fatal damage.
Fuyao struggled to turn around and pointed at the top of the Flood Dragon King's head with all her might. Yun Hen saw her Heaven Piercing Sword stuck there, and immediately swam up to pull it out for her.
He was not as adept in the water as Fuyao was, and he could not control himself. He was swept up by the whirlpool and was about to fall into the Flood Dragon King's mouth.
She struggled to get back, but Yao Xun and Yan Jingchen did not let go. They held on to her tightly and floated upwards.
With a splash, the three of them broke out of the water. Fuyao lay on the edge of the boat, gasping for air. After taking three deep breaths, she found a pill and swallowed it. She grabbed a rope and tied it tightly around her head. Then, she grabbed a long knife and put on the leather bag prepared on the boat. She turned around immediately.
"Fuyao!" Yan Jingchen stopped her. "You're exhausted. You can't go down anymore!"
Fuyao bumped her head into his chest, sending him flying out of the boat. "Get lost, you selfish bastard from the Yan Family!" She cursed.
She turned around and dove into the water.
The light dimmed, and she dived into the water again.
How could she let Yun Hen stay there alone?
She had fought that thing before, and she knew that Yun Hen could not come up alone!
The bottom of the sea was still churning like a volcanic eruption. There were too many things in all directions, and they were too messy. The ancient treasures that had not been disturbed for a long time under the thousand-year-old ancient kingdom were all tossed up. Emeralds, coral beds, jade ornaments, necklaces, golden dragon cups, cat's eye stones … Countless treasures flashed past her in an alluring manner, but she waved them away in disgust.
She had no time to look at those illusory things.
She only wanted to find the person underwater.
Yun Hen …
Hang in there …
The deep roar of the Flood Dragon King could be heard in the murkiest part of the water. Fuyao widened her eyes and searched for a long time before she finally saw a silhouette moving back and forth amidst the flying sand. Sword rays were like the wind, striking the Flood Dragon King's body repeatedly, leaving behind thick streaks of blood.
Fuyao heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Yun Hen was still alive.
However, his movements had already slowed down, and his breath had been exhausted after the intense battle.
Fuyao rushed forward.
She did not go to Yun Hen's side. Instead, she rushed straight for the Flood Dragon King's head, kicking the huge green eyeball so hard that blood splattered everywhere like exploding fireworks. Taking advantage of the beast's pain, she grabbed the Heaven Piercing Sword and hung herself harshly on the hilt of the sword.
The Flood Dragon King shook its head with all its might in pain, but the more it shook, the greater the damage. With Fuyao's weight hanging on its vitals, she used the shaking to drag the Heaven Piercing Sword down bit by bit, and the peerlessly hard skull slowly split open.
The Flood Dragon King's roar shook the heavens and the earth. The beast struggled on its deathbed, suddenly flinging Fuyao away with all its might. In the water with great resistance, she was flung dozens of feet away.
The Flood Dragon King arched and scuttled, bouncing on the bottom of the water. Suddenly, its body trembled, and the greyish-green color of its body gradually changed. From spots to patches, it gradually turned a dull greyish-red. It did not look like blood, but more like heavy rust that gradually spread out.
Fuyao could not see clearly what color it had become, but she could feel the change. This fellow was going to fight to the death. She pulled out her sword and pulled Yun Hen.
Just as her fingers were about to touch the corner of his clothes, Yun Hen's body suddenly retreated.
That kind of retreat was not something that could be achieved by swimming. Only then did Fuyao see that the Flood Dragon King's claws had grown, and with a flick and a stretch, it had hooked onto Yun Hen's leg and ferociously dragged him down to the bottom of the sea.
In the deeper parts of the sea, there was a huge black hole, which was probably the beast's nest.
Fuyao raised her hand to chop off the claws, but she could not catch up to the Flood Dragon's speed. It hurriedly rushed toward the nest as if there was a life-saving treasure there.
Fuyao immediately lowered her head and took a few deep breaths. She grabbed the Flood Dragon's tail and slashed it horizontally, trying to draw the beast's attention to her. She could only use 20% of her martial arts underwater. Even the long sword she had chosen could not chop off the several-meter-wide Flood Dragon's body. However, she managed to cut off the Flood Dragon's flesh and blood, and scales, turning the green seawater into a deep red.
The Flood Dragon raised its claws, which were twice as wide as before. It tore through the deep sea and swept towards Fuyao like five sharp swords. Fuyao dodged to the side, and with a tearing sound, the skin in front of her split open. She took advantage of that slip and slid to Yun Hen's side. She did not dare to pull Yun Hen, for fear of breaking his leg. She brandished her sword to chop off the claws.
However, the Flood Dragon King was moving at an astonishing speed. It had already grabbed Yun Hen and was about to enter the black hole!
The hole was not big and could only accommodate the Flood Dragon King's body. Rocks were crisscrossed at the mouth of the hole. If the Flood Dragon squeezed in with Yun Hen, he would be dismembered in an instant!
The Flood Dragon King's head was already in the hole!
"Cha!"
Meng Fuyao chopped off the claws with her sword and kicked Yun Hen out.
That kick used up the last of her strength. Since she was holding her breath, her martial arts were limited, and she could only kick Yun Hen a few meters away.
That kick also delayed her time to float up, allowing the Flood Dragon King to sweep its tail over!
The seawater around her was compressed into a deep whirlpool. Fuyao, who had used up all her strength and oxygen, could not struggle free.
Numerous black shadows pounced over. One of them collided with the whirlpool and was sent flying, while the other nimbly dodged and escaped through a gap at the bottom of the Flood Dragon King's tail.
While he was escaping, Yun Hen happened to see that corner of the rapid current. He was about to pounce on it, but that person pushed him hard.
He seemed to have said something, but only Yun Hen heard it.
With that push, Yun Hen was pushed away by the reactionary force. That person quickly floated up and landed right under Fuyao's feet. With a tilt of his shoulder, he pushed her away with great force.
Immediately, Fuyao was thrown out by the rapid current and the force under her body, brushing against the Flood Dragon King's rusty, dark red, slippery tail.
The person who was left behind could not escape in time and was wrapped up by the long tail.
A soft sound of bones breaking was heard, and a thick, blood-colored fog rose from the seawater, like the last ray of light before the sunset.
The Flood Dragon King curled its tail tightly. Hearing the sound of bones breaking, it happily rushed toward the black hole.
That was its birthplace. It was born here, and it would die here!
Even if it died, it would drag a sacrificial offering with it!
The blood fog swirled.
The person's pale face was revealed.
Yan Jingchen.
The Flood Dragon King's last coil had the strength of a thousand catties, breaking all the bones in his body. He should have died in that instant.
However, he did not die. He stared fixedly at Fuyao, who had suddenly turned around, with a hint of a smile on his pale lips.
He saw the woman suddenly turn around and pounce on him again, as if she was unwilling to give up on Yun Hen.
He saw the woman break free from the crowd and raise her long knife in an attempt to nail the tail. When she failed, she abandoned the knife and dragged it with her hands. She wanted to use her own strength to play tug-of-war with the giant beast and pull him back from the eternal darkness.
He saw the woman turn back from the lush greenery of Mount Xuanyuan and smile at him. Her eyes were so bright that they lit up the gray world.
He saw the woman sitting by the cliff of the Xuanyuan Back Mountain with him, swinging her legs in the breeze and bright moon. She secretly stuffed him a bag of flowering beans that she had made.
He saw the Xuanyuan Sect's martial arts field. He tried to help her with her sword techniques and inner force, but she raised her head and smiled at him, feigning ignorance.
He saw the woman kowtowing in the mud under the heavy rain. When she raised her head, she extended her hand to him, revealing a warm gaze.
That warm gaze … He thought he would never see it again in this life. After he abandoned her, fell into the mud, and abducted her, he thought that they would never meet again in this life.
He never thought that he would be able to accompany her on this journey without any wind or waves.
He never thought that he would be able to see her unrestrained and pure smile for him.
He never thought that he would be able to see her turn around for him again, willing to risk her life for him without any discrimination.
That was great.
It was great to end like this.
More than 20 years of time flowed in torrents, turning into fine sand like snow under the deep sea tonight, filling up the lonely and stormy city. The lights in the empty city were extinguished from then on.
On the day I met you, the heavy rain never stopped. It was just to write the last prophecy of my life. I will see you in the rain and bid you farewell in the water. I will see your smile like a bright flower that will never wither in my eternity.
Yan Jingchen was also smiling. His lips were deep red, blooming with the last brilliance of his life.
In the eyes of the world, everything was perfect, but it could not make up for the irreparable shattering in the depths of fate. However, at the end of his life, he used another method to stitch up his wishes. His entire life was just for this last half a year.
And in this last encounter, he was complete and atoned for his sins.
Very good … very good.
His vision was hazy, and he gradually could not see her clearly. He could not see her final struggle for his life.
The surroundings were so cold that it felt like the howling wind in the winter night was piercing through the cracked window paper, tearing his bones apart.
Out of nowhere, a flickering light suddenly lit up. It was cold and white, like the color of the soul.
A woman in a dazzling red dress slowly walked out from the light at the bottom of the deep sea. Her clothes fluttered, her steps light. The pearl in her palm flickered but did not stop.
Pei Yuan.
With happiness and a lifetime for him to resist rumors, with proud and strong love to trap his, his wife.
The last thing he saw was the gorgeous and arrogant woman bending down slightly toward him.
He heard her say,
"I'm here to pick you up."
= = =
There was a huge rumble between heaven and earth.
The Flood Dragon King finally rushed to the place of its death, squeezing into the warmth and humidity of its birthplace. It was as if it had found the root of fate. Head and tail connected, it entered the eternal life.
How it began, how it ended.
Intelligent creatures often had the same obsession as humans.
Meng Fuyao was dragged up by Old Man Ma and the pirates in a daze.
They all came down at the last moment, but the beast's ferocious nature made it impossible for them to approach it.
Meng Fuyao had been struggling to save Yan Jingchen before he was dragged in. She knew that even Da Luo Jin Xian would not be able to live after being twisted by that thing, but she still did not want him to be dragged into the deep sea, crushed by the rocks and the body of the Flood Dragon. That should not have been his ending.
That shouldn't have been his ending. This man, who had missed her for the rest of his life, hadn't really done anything wrong, nor had he treated her unfairly. Even if he had done something wrong, he had used more than half a year of meticulous care to make up for it.
For the past half a year, she had been suffering from headaches and irritated easily. He had always been the one to take good care of her, searching for medicine and doctors on every ship. Time after time, he had personally brewed medicine and delivered it to her.
She had been hurling insults at him from time to time, but he had never been angry. Sometimes, there was even a hint of joy in his eyes. It was as if he felt that as long as she was willing to care about him, even if he scolded her, he would still be close to her.
And just now, the first time she had come out of the water, she had cursed him so viciously!
He had made a mistake once in his life, but from then on, he had carried the sin for the rest of his life. He had sacrificed all his hard work and glory in an attempt to get her back, but in the end, all he had gotten was a curse from her.
That man, the man she had liked the earliest, the man who had recorded the warmth and gentleness of her earliest times, had used his own life in exchange for hers. Some of the hard edges in her heart had slowly been ground away, turning into pearls scattered in the deep sea that could never be picked up.
Grudges … Grudges … Carrying it on one's back hurt invisibly. She had always been magnanimous and forgiving, but in her heart, she had always remembered that he had let her down. Even at death's door, she had never forgiven him.
She had said she would let him go, but she had never truly let him go. By the time she had truly remembered to let him go, it was already too late.
Eternal life was hard to pull back.
From then on, he would forever be 24 years old, letting go of her and continuing on his journey towards freedom beyond the vast sea.
Meng Fuyao lay on the boat, motionless. Her eyes were wide open as she gazed at the distant sky. She thought about how the water on her face would never stop flowing, and how she would be able to wash away all the pain and helplessness in her life.
Beside her, Yun Hen was motionless as well.
His eyes were closed.
At the last moment, he wanted to turn back, but he did not. He knew what he had to do. If he had turned back, Meng Fuyao would have followed him, and the three of them would have died together.
At the last moment, he chose to drag Meng Fuyao back with Yao Xun and the others, leaving that man behind forever.
That was the choice they had made, for the person they loved together.
In the end, Meng Fuyao only knew how to save him with all her might. Her mind was already in a mess, but Yun Hen could only watch helplessly as he was sucked into an eternal black hole.
He could even clearly see the moment he entered the black hole, he shattered.
Would a person cry in the sea?
At that moment, his eyes were filled with the tides of his life.
In that moment, his heart sank into the depths of the sea, and also into the depths of a black hole. Twisting, convulsing, grinding, and endless pain … It was as if there was an irremovable connection in his bloodline. From then on, there was a thread of life that was permanently pulled at the tip of his heart.
"Dong …"
Who was kowtowing in the muddy water behind him, surrounded by the dim moonlight?
"Brother, I might not be able to go back in this lifetime …"
Who was whispering behind him, each word dripping with blood?
Why was it like this? Why did it come true?
Was it an unintentional remark, a premonition at the end of his life, or a strange prophecy that came to him when he heard about the dangers of Rakshasa while hiding outside the window?
He closed his eyes, thinking about why the water on his face would never stop flowing. He thought about his eyes, which had been dry for more than 20 years, and why they were so damp from the sea today. It seemed as if they would remain like this forever, endlessly wet.
He thought about the last two words that that man had said in his life before he pushed him away.
"Yan Family."
= = =
The corpse of the Jiao King was finally brought up.
The ferocious beast that had plagued the entire Fufeng Sea many years ago, causing countless deaths and even the Great Gale could not truly deal with, had finally disappeared from this world.
The Jiao King's entire body was a treasure. Its inner elixir was as big as a baby's head, and its bones, flesh, and blood were all treasures. Meng Fuyao only ordered people to retrieve its flesh, muscles, and bones. That huge piece of skin was left untouched and buried deep in Rakshasa Island.
Yao Xun felt that it was a pity. He repeatedly stomped his feet and said that the skin could be used to make armor. It was a rare protective treasure that could equip a hundred top-notch guards. Its value was immeasurable.
As he spoke, Meng Fuyao remained silent and did not show any signs of being tempted. Yan Jingchen's corpse was not found in its entirety, or rather, it could not be found at all. It must have been fused with the Jiao King's body in the final squeeze. How could she use the Jiao King's skin to make armor? How would she know which scale had his flesh and remains on it? How could she let the last part of his body be scrubbed, dyed, and sewn into armor?
So what if it was priceless? So what if she risked her life to hunt it? There were some things that could not be ignored just because they were valuable.
A new grave was erected on Rakshasa Island, but it was actually just a cenotaph. The young marquis of the Upper Abyss Yan family had written his exile on the sea into eternity, never to return home again.
Meng Fuyao made the grave extremely sturdy and hired the locals to guard it all year round. The green lamp in front of the grave was always lit to illuminate the way home for wanderers who could not return home.
Yun Hen's leg had been pierced by the Jiao King's claws that day. In order not to leave any sequelae, Meng Fuyao ordered him to recuperate on the shore. Yun Hen often sat in front of Yan Jingchen's grave, pulling out the wild grass and sitting under the shade of a tree for half a day in the summer.
The ancient country that had long been submerged beneath the Rakshasa Sea was also accidentally found. It was at the end of the black hole that the Jiao King had entered before its death. The last tremor had shattered the small mountain that had once covered the ancient country, revealing the mysterious and splendid civilization of the ancient country from thousands of years ago.
Perhaps the Jiao King, who had lived for an unknown period of time, had always been the guardian deity of the ancient country. After thousands of years of protection, it had never forgotten its life's mission.
Mission.
Everyone was born with a mission.
Meng Fuyao would never forget her ultimate goal.
After she recovered, she opened Da Feng's box. At first, she was worried that the contents would have rotted away after being soaked in it for so many years. However, when she opened it, she found a thin golden page with deeply engraved words that would never rot.
Inside was a brand new set of martial arts, similar to Cleaving Nine Heavens, but simpler and of a higher level. Meng Fuyao thought about it carefully and realized that the martial arts he had used when she had met Da Feng were not from this golden page. Hence, the origin of this martial art was indeed questionable.
Since there was no conflict, she could naturally practice it. Meng Fuyao started practicing the new martial art and frequently compared it with her own. Somehow, it felt like they were different branches of the same origin. Even Cleaving Nine Heavens was not the same origin. As for where these two martial arts belonged, she could only wait until she met that dead old Taoist.
The last page of the golden page was very strange. It was not a martial art. There were no words, only some strange lines that looked like an abstract painting. 'Da Feng's things are definitely not useless.' She carefully put it away.
She also used a portion of the Jiao King's internal elixir and hid the rest. She felt that it was a waste to eat it just like that. When the opportunity arose, she would ask Zong Yue about the best way to use it. She remembered that Zong Yue was a very powerful Mongolian physician. The Jiao King's internal elixir was indeed extraordinary. Even with her martial arts skills, it took her half a month to absorb it.
On the fifteenth day, the first rays of the sun rose. White fog enveloped the archipelago. Meng Fuyao, who had been in seclusion, slowly opened her eyes in a cave on Rakshasa Island.
The redness in her eyes had faded slightly, but not completely. However, her vision was clearer than before, and it was obvious that she was getting better.
But that was not what she should be happy about.
The moment she opened her eyes, she actually looked into her own body.
She saw that in her energy center, the True Qi was silently rotating in a strange, slow rhythm. The center of the rotation was suffused with a white, pearl-like luster. Gradually, it condensed into a small core, like a cloud in the core, driving the True Qi in her meridians to flow. Wherever it passed, it was no longer surging, but it was endless.
The light in her energy center rose and fell along with her breathing, illuminating her entire internal organs. Wherever the light reached, the meridians, blood, and flesh that had been tempered for a long time became more solid, like jade and unyielding.
Her vision had yet to recover, but she had already unlocked the Inner Vision ability. Her five senses and her entire body's sense of touch had been mobilized to the peak of what a human could achieve.
At that moment, she heard a black-winged seagull sweep across the surface of the water and pick up a silver fish in its beak.
At that moment, she "saw" a grasshopper jumping over a grass stalk 500 feet away.
At that moment, she smelled that a fisherman on the other side of the island had accidentally added a spoonful of sauce while cooking their fish.
At that moment, she sensed that the entire island was filled with a strange smell. The low sobs from all directions sounded almost as loud as the waves of the sea. The smell rolled past the tip of her nose, and she immediately remembered what it was.
All her senses were opened up, and her body, the heavens, the earth, the mountains, the rivers, the air, and nature seemed to become one at any time. She could silently integrate, dissolve, use, and circulate them.
The ninth level of Cleaving Nine Heavens, Connecting Heaven!
And so, she succeeded.
Meng Fuyao stood up.
As soon as she stood, her body floated. Under the light and circular True Qi, she had yet to adapt to the improvement and almost hit the ceiling of the cave.
She took a deep breath and descended to the bottom of the cave. She withdrew her True Qi and turned off her especially sensitive senses. It was so sensitive that the sound of footsteps rushing over from afar sounded like thunder.
She sank into the darkness of the cave. She succeeded, but there was no joy on her face.
A conversation from a valley in Taiyuan more than 10 years ago suddenly floated past her ears.
"Cultivating Cleaving the Nine Heavens is the ultimate suffering of life. That suffering doesn't just include physical suffering, it also includes abandonment, conflict, difficulty, destruction, self-blame, regret, cruelty, choice, separation, gratitude and grudges, love and hate, death … all negative mental suffering. Do you think you can succeed?"
"Yes!"
A five-year-old child was so frivolous, thinking that there was nothing she couldn't conquer in her life. However, after many years of experiencing the vicissitudes of life, she realized how heavy the word 'yes' was. It had almost crushed her countless times, and no matter where she fell, she would have long since turned into ashes.
She was the one who picked up and pieced herself together along the way, forcing herself to return to her original form before continuing.
There were also those who had sacrificed for her. They had accompanied her along the way, picking up the scattered parts of her and piecing them together. They had not hesitated to give up time, energy, martial arts, flesh, and even … their lives.
Along the way, she had been miserable, but also fortunate.
Meng Fuyao raised her head and saw Yun Hen, who was practicing martial arts in front of Yan Jingchen's grave. A wave of guilt welled up in her heart. She had been so busy practicing martial arts that she had forgotten about him. In fact, he was the one who had suffered the most from Yan Jingchen's death. No matter what, he was his elder brother and the only person in the Yan Clan who had shown warmth to him.
She touched Da Feng's Golden Page and prepared to give it to Yun Hen. Cleaving Nine Heavens was the old Daoist's unique martial arts, and could not be passed on to outsiders without his permission. However, the Golden Page did not matter. Yun Hen was considered half her junior brother, but because he had entered the sect too late, he had not learned everything. Although his martial arts were top-notch, it was difficult for him to reach the peak. Among all her friends, he had suffered the most. She hoped that what Da Feng had left behind could help him.
The sound of footsteps from afar had already approached. It was Yao Xun. He said something to Yun Hen first and then rushed over to hit the rocks at the entrance of her cave.
Meng Fuyao pushed the stone away and asked, "What's wrong?"
"There's a plague on the island. We have to leave quickly …" Yao Xun was panting from running. "A few days ago, someone fell sick. We didn't want to disturb your practice, so we didn't tell you. Today, it's getting worse. So many people have died …"
Meng Fuyao frowned as she recalled the smell she had smelled. It was a thick stench of death. It seemed like something was wrong with the island.
"It seems like it's not only Devil Island," Yun Hen said. Yun Hen came over and said, "Many of the inhabited islands in the Fufeng Sea have fallen ill. Many people died."
"Do the islanders interact with each other?"
"No," Yao Xun said. "The ones who stay on the islands are the pirates."
Meng Fuyao stood there and thought for a while. She felt that something was wrong. Was it really a plague? The islands were scattered across the sea, so how could it be so easy for them to contract the same kind of disease? However, it would be stupid to ask all the pirates to come and interrogate them. Who would know where the problem was? Who knew if it was the Viking pirates?
"What's the nearest coastal city to Devil Island?" Meng Fuyao asked.
"It's Jiao City, Tal's territory," Yao Xun answered. "The Fufeng Sea Route is under the jurisdiction of all three clans."
"Go to Jiao City and buy the strongest ship there. I'm going to the Absolute Sea Valley from there." Meng Fuyao lifted her leg and left.
"Ah …" Yao Xun couldn't react to her decision. "You're not going to be the overlord of the sea anymore?"
"I'm not even going to be the emperor, let alone the overlord of the sea." She turned back and smiled. "I'll leave a portion of the treasures from the ancient underwater kingdom, enough for those pirates to live for three lifetimes. I'll tell them to wash their hands of this dangerous business and find an island to enjoy. It'll also be a form of repayment for what I've done for them."
"It's a pity that the Viking pirates are so famous …" Yao Xun mumbled as he followed behind her.
"It doesn't matter if they're famous or not. What's important is to live well." Meng Fuyao smiled with her hands behind her back. "If you continue to follow me, not a single one of you will be left alive."
She looked at the rolling thick clouds in the sky, and her eyes revealed the same dark color as the thick clouds.
= = =
At the end of the fifth month of the 10th year of the Great Radiance Dynasty of Fufeng Tower, a large ship quietly anchored in the harbor of Jiao City. A few young men disembarked from the ship and quietly joined the crowd at the harbor.
"There aren't many people at this harbor." Meng Fuyao looked around at the sparse crowd and frowned. "I think there are a lot of people at the harbor."
Yao Xun had already run to the side to ask around. After a while, he returned with a thunderstruck expression.
"What's wrong?"
"There's still a war, and many people have been conscripted …" Yao Xun was stunned. "What a chaotic war situation …"
"Hmm?"
"Wasn't it a stalemate at first? Tarr and Shaodang joined forces to deal with Faqiang, but you suddenly disappeared and everyone who helped Princess Ya ran away. Faqiang almost lost several times, but for some reason, the Han Emperor suddenly said that the Virgin of the Tarr Clan, Fei Yan, had snuck into King Han's Chang Han Mountain and entered the forbidden area of the Chang Han Mountains. He saw this as the greatest insult and challenge to the Han Emperor, so he immediately declared war on the Tarr Clan. He didn't care that the Han Emperor and the Tarr Clan were separated by Da Wan and Faqiang. He immediately led his troops north and joined the battle between the three clans … Oh my god …"
"What did Da Wan do?"
"They opened their territory and lent 30,000 soldiers to show their support. Because you, the Han Emperor, are also the emperor of Da Wan, sending troops to support is a small matter. The key is their attitude. The Tarr people are panicking now, and many have gathered in front of the Virgin Palace to pray to the gods, hoping that the war will end quickly and return peace to Tarr."
What was going on? Zhan Beiye couldn't find her, so he decided to start a group fight? Although he had a fierce temper, he was actually well-versed in politics. He didn't seem like someone who would vent his anger on someone he couldn't find and cross the territory of another country to start a war. Why did he look for the Tarr Clan? Was it to help Zhuzhu, or was there something else? Did Fei Yan really sneak into the Chang Han Mountain Territory? What was she doing there? And what did this have to do with what happened to her in Fufeng?
All these questions tangled together and floated in her chaotic mind, giving her a headache. She had originally been enlightened by Yan Jingchen's death and planned to let go of all her grudges in Fufeng. She also didn't want to seek revenge for her blindness and amnesia, so she bought a ship and sailed across the sky. Now that the fight had turned out like this, was she really going to ignore it?
"Where is their main battlefield?"
"The Han Emperor has already dispersed the troops of Haodang and has joined forces with the troops of Faqiang and Dawan to attack the Tarr Royal City. Their main force is currently not far from Jiao City."
She sat under a tree and ate her dry rations. She held a crispy biscuit in her hand but didn't eat it. She was deep in thought, hesitating between going to the Royal City or leaving Jiao City for Firmament.
All of a sudden, something fell onto the pancake in her hand. She raised her head and saw a black myna eating the pine nuts on top of her head. The crumbs of the nuts landed on her pancake without restraint.
Lord Ingot was enraged at the sight of a myna and immediately leaped out to punch it. The myna flapped its wings and flew away. It flew to another tree and looked at Lord Ingot from the corner of its eye before raising its head and continuing to munch on its pine nuts.
Meng Fuyao found it funny and was about to recall the fanged Lord Ingot when her expression suddenly changed.
She stretched out her hand and slowly turned her head to look at the myna who was gnawing on the pine nuts with a loud "da da" sound.
Tick tick …
Tick tick.
Meng Fuyao stood there, listening to the ordinary yet deafening sound. Her expression turned cold.
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