Legend of Fuyao 151 Untitled

"You're overthinking," responded the yellow-clothed elder as he smiled warmly. Personally covering the blanket over Yan Jingchen, he instructed, "Rest well, you must not be tired out. The disciples of Fog, Splendor of Stars, Cloud Soul and Moon Soul are all participating in the Finals of the True Martial Arts Meet. As my precious disciple, you must do well."

"I… will definitely not let you down," answered Yan Jingchen, as he lowered his head meekly.

"That's right," said Mist, and he laughed as he left.

Yan Jingchen sat on the bed and stared at his figure in a daze, his hands crumbling the sheets beneath his tight fist.

Mist walked at the speed of light, dashing towards the cellar, and the people guarding the entrance did not dare to speak a word and let him in. He walked down the cellar and stopped by the bed, staring at Meng Fuyao who was asleep. A moment later, a strange smile appeared on his face.

He watched in silence, and his eyes shone with a yellow luminescence. Around him, grey fog slowly rose and engulfed him, almost hiding his entire figure.

"Just a woman like that?" uttered Mist. "She's just a bit younger."

He laughed icily and said, "After I kill you, he will have peace."

Extending out his hand shaped in a claw, with smoke surrounding the dark side fingernails and the yellowish middle fingernail, he grabbed towards Meng Fuyao's throat!

The atmosphere was chilly, and a murderous aura loomed.

However, the fingers suddenly stopped one centimeter away from Meng Fuyao's throat. There was suffocating silence in the air. Without changing the expression on his face that was as withered as a skeleton's, or taking a look back, he slowly spoke, "You indeed tailed me…"

Mist spoke gently, and with such disappointment towards Yan Jingchen who just arrived, that the latter's expression changed.

Yan Jingchen swiftly kneeled on the floor and pleaded anxiously, "Teacher, the fault is all on me, she… she has nothing to do with it."

"You're such a stubborn child," said Mist as he turned around and looked coldly at his disciple. "Can't you tell that she has no interest in you? Is it worthy of you to be like that for her?"

"Teacher… she was hurt by me…" replied Yan Jingchen as he hung his head. "I was the one who despised her and hurt her pride. She is a straightforward woman who will either love or hate someone, so it's natural that she is spiteful towards me. As long as I explain to her clearly, she… will forgive me."

Mist looked at him solemnly. A while later, he reprimanded, "Foolish child, foolish child, why did you do that while fully knowing the consequences?"

Yan Jingchen leaned his weight on his hand, and his back was slightly shivering as he gently said, "Yes, I regretted it that instant. I thought that I could be rid of her, but once I let go, I knew that I was wrong."

"Jingchen, as you tell me this, are you not afraid that I'll be unhappy?" asked Mist as he removed his hand. Staring deadly at Yan Jingchen, he added, "I thought that you only wanted to play around. I didn't expect you to be so in love… Jingchen, you're mine. How can I allow my man to be stepping on two boats?"

"Teacher!" Yan Jingchen cried as he quickly looked up.

Mist gave a chilly stare with his venomous eyes. He said coldly, "Jingchen, I'm not happy, I really am not happy."

Shaking, Yang Jingchen crawled over and hugged his leg. "Teacher… I'm wrong… please… I beg you…" he pleaded.

Mist peered at him without any emotion in his eyes. Seconds later, he said in a serious tone, "I still care for you, but there is always a limit, or you'd be overstepping." Laughing creepily, he suddenly pointed at Meng Fuyao and ordered, "Don't you want her? Then let me be caring towards you for one more time. Go rape her, and afterward kill her!"

"Teacher!"

"This is the limit of my tolerance. For women, you'd own her after having her body, so raping her is also a wish coming true for you. Afterward, pledge your full allegiance to me and don't ever harbor any romantic sentiments again. If not," Mist smirked and added, "I'll only have to reluctantly trouble myself to have a taste of what breaking a woman's virginity feels like, and then send her to hell."

Silence fell upon the room once again, and one could only hear the sounds of breathing. The long and heavy one was Mist's, while the calm and gentle one belonged to Meng Fuyao, who had no idea that her fate was being decided by someone else in an instant. As for the rapid and uneasy one, it was Yang Jiangchen's, who found himself in a dilemma.

"There is a limit to my patience. Make your decision, I'll only give you the amount of time that is needed for half a joss stick to finish burning," said Mist and he flicked his sleeve, neatly cutting away half the length of the joss sticks that just started burning in the copper incense burner.

It was humid in the cellar, and the smoke surrounding Mist made him look even more ghostly, like a supernatural being. He had his hands to his back and a smirk plastered on his face. For every breath he took, the light in the cellar would shake a bit.

At the same time, three trails of smoke drifted from the joss stick. The tiny speck of red flame flickered in the burner, resembling a ghost eye that was eerily blinking.

Meanwhile, Yan Jingchen continued to kneel on the floor. His fingers dug into the tiles; he stared at the small segment of the joss stick, and cold sweat dripped down from his forehead. As his perspiration came into contact with the ground, they made clear sounds of raindrops.

The shorter the joss stick, the colder the smile on Mist's face became.

Suddenly, Yan Jingchen gritted his teeth and crawled up from the ground in a forceful motion. He headed straight towards Meng Fuyao.

A satisfied smile appeared on Mist's face. Taking a step back, he sat down and propped up his leg, ready to admire a live bed scene.

Just then, Yan Jingchen stopped in front of the bed, slowly leaning forward. The lady before his eyes, though having changed her appearance, had an exquisite face that looked calm and at ease. The breathing coming from her chest was very mild, as though she was having a peaceful and beautiful dream.

Yan Jingchen gazed deeply at her. One moment, it felt like he was looking at a magnificent ball - separated by a crystal barrier - that he was not fated to participate in. Another moment, it felt like he was admiring an ancient drawing that had legendary strokes, causing people to instinctively want to get closer.

Beautiful and dazzling was the girl of his dreams that he could never get close with.

He fell silent, slowly caressing Meng Fuyao's face, neck and wrists.

Behind him, Mist questioned, "Are you planning to just touch her until daylight?"

The moving hand stiffened. Yan Jingchen straightened his body and started to remove his clothes.

On the other side of the cellar, Mist watched with a smile. He was admiring the beautiful body slowly being revealed by his precious disciple, and the distinct and trained body lines.

But his smile suddenly froze on his lips. He barked, "Careful!"

Quickly leaping up, smoke appeared at his fingertips!

Bang!

On the bed, Meng Fuyao who had been sleeping peacefully all this while suddenly jumped on her feet. As she looked up, her suppressed anger let loose. The wrist that was previously locked on the bed frame gave a strong pull!

A huge segment of the structure was plucked up right there and then. Accompanied by the violent and raging sound of the wind, and a forceful murderous aura, she promptly flung the frame outwards!

Crash!

Screech!

The moment that she flung the structure, Mist's fingernails had simultaneously arrived. Both strong forces crashed into each other, creating a loud noise that signified the crumbling of the thick bed structure. Wooden shreds flew to the height of a man amongst the dust and landed on everyone's face.

Yan Jingchen, who was still removing his clothes, was just right the connecting point of the two strong forces. One wanted to kill him while the other one wanted to save him. Stuck between the two, he unexpectedly sputtered out a mouthful of blood and collapsed.

Seeing such a sight, Meng Fuyao jumped up. The chain that had locked her to the bed was still on her wrist. Without any hesitation, she swung the chain, and a silvery light flashed by, slashing down straight on top of Yan Jingchen's head.

However, Mist had already neared, and he snatched over the unconscious Yan Jingchen. Throwing him behind, Mist's body drifted and stopped right in Meng Fuyao's path.

Meng Fuyao stood on the bed, swinging the chain in her hand. With an icy tone, she shouted, "F*ck, a pair of disgusting men!"

As she cursed, Mist's snake-like eyes stared at her sinisterly. A green light shone and disappeared in his eye and in an even icier tone, he remarked, "You're looking for death."

Stepping down the bed, Meng Fuyao weighed the dagger in her hands. "Mist, right? You're really wasting such a dreamy name. You should be called Castrated instead."

"You've got guts, kiddo," said Mist, laughing cunningly. "I'll preserve a full corpse for you."

"You're perverted, old dog," replied Meng Fuyao with a grin. "I'll give you a shower of stabs and separate your corpse for you."

Both were smiling, and as they continued to smile, they crashed into each other!

A whirlwind of smoke and a tornado!

Mist's figure was like a belt of smoke, drifting among the flickering light in the cellar. Though it looked gentle and calm, wherever the smoke passed by, tables and chairs silently broke apart, the curtains shredded into pieces, and even the cement on the walls started to fall off. One could imagine that if the smoke neared a body, enormous damage would result.

Mist did not even have to move his hand. He only had to control his breathing, and the smoke would move like his arms. Its agility was spectacular.

On the other hand, Meng Fuyao's figure was like a gust of wind, with a violent charge but a hidden strong force. What else could blow away the thick smoke? Wind!

The way Meng Fuyao dashed was as though she was diving head-on into Mist's killing moves. The wind not only dispersed the cement once again, but even the tables and chairs were also swept away as well. As her speed was too fast, her shoes produced a long screeching sound while dragging across the floor. Before the sound subsided, she had already passed through the layer of smoke and landed right in front of Mist.

The dagger's gleam was black and bright. Resembling the lightning that belonged only in the realm of clouds above the Nine Heavens, her dagger headed straight for Mist's chest.

"Eh?" Mist remarked. "You're Gale's-" He had yet to complete his sentence when Meng Fuyao's dagger flicked, and a silvery beam appeared. The entire cellar suddenly lit up like a new moon had just been born, and all that remained was that warm and gentle moonlight.

Mist's eyes stared wide open. He exclaimed, "You're Moon Soul's-"

Shocked twice, he suddenly realized that Meng Fuyao's dagger was faster than he imagined and it had reached him. Promptly, he twisted his body to avoid it but there was a sound of tearing - there was a long hole in his clothes in front of his chest. Then, he heard Meng Fuyao roar with laughter, and in that laughter, she did not stop. She turned and retreated like a bolt of lightning to where Yan Jingchen was. With another flick of the chain, she slashed the exact same way as before towards Yan Jingchen.

At that point in time, Mist had yet to recover from his shock and could not understand why Meng Fuyao wanted to kill Yan Jingchen in the midst of battle. Instinctively, he bolted over.

Meng Fuyao's move was actually a feint. She knew that Mist loved his disciple and would definitely come forward to save Yan Jingchen. She flung away the chain, the silvery beam still in the direction of Yan Jingchen's body, while she dashed towards the entrance of the cellar.

What's the use of forcefully battling a pervert like Mist? It was wiser to escape first.

Just now, when Meng Fuyao bolted towards Yan Jingchen, she had flicked some random powder on him. It was the pollen that the guinea pig had been very attracted to recently. A certain Lord suddenly developed an interest in scents and often made himself aromatic from head to toe, leaving traces of pollen in Meng Fuyao's pocket. During the battle, Meng Fuyao did not have enough time to dig out other poisonous powders. Hence, while she was retreating, she had already torn open her sleeve and scattered the pollen all on Yan Jingchen's body.

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