Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 292

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Meng Fuyao no longer knew what she wanted, neither did she have any inkling of where she was going. She only felt that the air around her was frigid, but she herself was filled with rage and restlessness. The dual torment of the emotional pain and physical pain evoked by the pill caused all her blood to go wild, rushing everywhere so as to escape. That uncontrollable, untethered gushing of blood engulfed her consciousness like a snake, wrapping itself tightly around her, suffocating her and causing her to black out.

Meng Fuyao wanted to escape! Escape! Escape!

She charged screeching!

By now, the 40-odd people looting the Li family's front yard had heard the commotion.

The windows and doors of the chambers of the Li family's main family flew open. A few peeked outside, then looked at each other again. “What was that noise? What ghastly yelling is going on?”

Then they all saw a ghostly black figure stepping into the corridor.

Their gazes had barely landed on that black figure before a black light spun past. Then they felt something cold brush across their necks like at the speed of light.

TIme stalled at this very moment. Blood from their neck spurted towards the sky. The decapitated heads landed neatly outside the door. Four headless bodies fell, forever frozen in surprise and curiosity.

Meng Fuyao stepped onto the corridor, charging through them with her blade.

Only one move!

One blade, four heads!

Meng Fuyao did not even bother looking at the four heads. She stepped into the next room. Only then did the heads land with a loud thunk.

Within the room, there was a man clad in purple, staring fixedly at the golden flame within the lamp. Hearing the commotion, he looked up in surprise. Before he could even ask anything, he felt that the light went out momentarily. When it recovered, it had already turned red.

That was his own blood.

He looked down slowly and realized that somehow there was a gaping hole in his chest. A pasty hand soaked in blood was pulling out a black dagger.

Immediately after, he saw the corner of a black robe. The scent of blood filled his nose, but that shadowy figure had already disappeared.

He toppled, his last thoughts being … that was not a human creature.

At this point in time, Meng Fuyao didn't want to be human anyway. Since being a person was too difficult and cruel, why not be the devil!

Eradicate this shameless humanity, obliterate the blind heavens!

She sprinted through the entire Li family yard, stabbing everyone in sight. Eventually, the Amethyst Cape Knights all cooperated together, rushing out to tackle her. Amongst them was a brave young warrior who managed to get close to her. Meng Fuyao, with a single dagger, stabbed the dagger's blade through his nose bridge and split him in half.

The blade was stuck in the nose bridge and could not be pulled out in time. As more people attacked from the back, Meng Fuyao lifted the dagger with the corpse and smashed the incoming attacks with it!

Such ferocity displayed petrified those who witnessed it. And so, some retreated out of cowardice, failing the formation, quickening their death process.

Meng Fuyao had spotted two trembling figures hiding fearfully behind water jugs amidst her killing spree. She dragged the two out and realized that they were the Magistrate Xian and his aid. Meng Fuyao readied herself, eager to end their lives as they begged for mercy, trying to explain that they were weaklings that could not save anyone even if they wanted to.

Meng Fuyao stopped short. After all, what right did she have to point fingers at them and kill them? She was even more despicable than they were!

She tossed the two away and continued rushing forward with her dagger. She vaguely knew that the side effects of the medication were going away, and the best thing for her to do would be to rest and recuperate. But she couldn't stop. Only by running forward, continuously killing, could she render the resentment, anger, and sadness in her heart into a blood cleanse for the corrupted world, washing away this pain seared into her bones.

Lifting… Dropping… Stabbing… Pulling it out!

Fresh blood spurted out; none was redder!

Killing wildly and unstoppable running. It might have seemed like a long time when, in fact, it was but a short killing spree. Unknowingly, there were people behind her and Meng Fuyao vaguely knew that it was her own people—the hidden guards and Tie Cheng.

The hidden guards attempted to stop her but were quickly brushed off.

“Go and protect your master, scram!”

With searing red rims, Tie Cheng tried to hold her back with reddened eyes. She delivered a slap.

“Why didn't you save them? Why didn't you?!”

A crisp slap resounded. The man began to wail.

Not because of that painful slap but that this cruel world left him with no alternatives. That the wounds on Meng Fuyao's body continued to bleed!

Meng Fuyao was still rushing about. Those that were supposed to die were already killed, yet, she continued to rummage through the corpses. That black, shadowy figure bounced around imperiously, moving in a hysterical state.

She vaguely heard someone yelling, “Stop her! Stop her!”

“Let her cry! Otherwise, she will go mad!”

The reply came from a brittle voice. “Can't…”

Go mad, go mad! This cruel world is utterly corrupted and living on this earth, there is nothing but bitter pain. Might as well let us all go mad together!

Suddenly, a figure flashed by.

It was as though she didn't notice it and collided straight into the figure with such impact. An impact that was enough to destroy anything and everything in her way!

That figure did not avoid her.

Ping!

She crashed into a warm, gentle embrace.

The surroundings were bitterly cold, only this embrace was warm as usual.

Meng Fuyao tensed up and trembled. Right now, every part of her body was frozen solid, yet her organs were burning. The only thing she was lacking was this peaceful quietness and warmth; a comfort total opposite to her turmoiled feelings and boiling blood. It was the saving grace just in time to prevent her from entering the state of Qi Deviation 1 and harming herself to the point of no return.

Meng Fuyao felt that person's shiver and cough. Then, a small drop of liquid landed on her forehead, causing her to be slightly more conscious. She reached up to touch, but that person stopped her and pulled her into a tighter embrace.

He hugged her tightly in the pouring rain, gently whispering into her ear, “Fuyao, Fuyao, Fuyao, Fuyao…”

He repeated her name over and over again, awakening her consciousness.

“How can I live without you?

“The sinner is me, not you. If I didn't get into an accident, this wouldn't have happened. If I hadn't sent the hidden guards out to assassinate the Amethyst Cape Knights, this wouldn't have happened.

“Fuyao, we are both in the wrong. Always remember that I will face it with you, don't face it alone. Don't face it alone.

“If you die, everyone here will die. And I will be the first.

“Cry, there is nothing we cannot face, and there is no reason not to cry.”

He cupped her bloodied face with streaks of rainwater running down. It was a scene of two drenched figures with their foreheads pressed together. In a trance, Meng Fuyao saw that beneath his long and thick eyelashes, there were streaks of blood vessels. The worry, pain, and hurt in his eyes drowned her. His lips made their way over to hers, kissing away all the pain and hurt she had. It was as though he was trying to use all of his body warmth to soothe all the wounds she had accumulated throughout the night.

In the freezing rain, a warm, salty liquid landed on her cheek.

Ding—

That moment, the sound of the teardrop shattered the wall of ice that had formed in her heart.

A long sigh escaped.

Suddenly, she collapsed.

In Zhangsun Wuji arms.

In his arms, she wailed and howled without reservations, letting out all those tears and pain that had haunted her. It was as though she used up her lifetime supply of tears, wetting Zhangsun Wuji's layers of clothes and into his heart.

Zhangsun Wuji hugged her without moving, sitting right in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by blood and corpses. The heavy rain hit down on their heads as Zhangsun Wuji lifted up his head, welcoming the rain. He hugged her tighter as he looked up, and one could vaguely see the gratitude in his face.

‘Thank goodness… It was not too late.'

‘Time will heal all wounds.'

In the rain, surrounded by corpses, a drenched couple embraced without words. She was crying with anger and pain, he was hurting with her pain. Even so, he was grateful he didn't lose her.

She cried, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood. He smiled, but his face was getting paler by the second.

And then, still in the embrace, they collapsed.

Hugging her, he collapsed in the rain.

The two no longer had any energy to maintain a sitting position.

One was utterly exhausted, the other had not recovered yet rushed to stop this manic, getting injured in the process.

Not just anyone could stop Meng Fuyao's attack, given that the medication effect was at its peak. Even without the medication, Meng Fuyao was considered an elite in martial arts. Especially today, with the exception of the top five, there were only a handful of people that could intercept her attack, and Zhangsun Wuji was one of them.

But as elites conditioned to protect themselves, at that moment, the only person that did not avoid that attack was Zhangsun Wuji.

At that moment, he could have avoided the attack and pulled Meng Fuyao backward instead. At least, he wouldn't have gotten hurt. But he did not, because he knew how important that moment was to Meng Fuyao.

She had ingested the medication that Zong Yue had given her, but it was transferred over to him right after the first stage of energy outburst. However, most of the energy was, in fact, still with Meng Fuyao, and she had expended it through her killing spree. Her meridians and breath were working at full speed, reaching their peak. But because it was working beyond its usual speed without guidance, all the inner energy in her body ran amok, colliding without any form of escape. That last attack was her last attempt at saving herself.

Otherwise, the inner energy would in turn devour her in its entirety.

That collision cost him a mouthful of blood in exchange for her last ray of hope and escape.

Chapter end