Legend of Fuyao 212 Untitled

Slapping his thigh, Little Seven "cleverly" turned to leave. When he was outside the gates, he roughly ordered the guards, "Watch this place well, even a fly shouldn't be allowed to escape!"

"Yes, sir!"

Meng Fuyao listened as Little Seven's voice drifted further and further away. Her mouth twitched slightly—there were still people in this world that were tired of living!

She arched her back and stretched lazily—given her strength combined with the recovery medicine from the Mongolian doctor, she had long recovered her original condition. Even if she wasn't in top condition due to her constant adjustment of her state, Little Seven's inferior doping medicine was not enough to knock her out. Even making her slightly dizzy was already an accomplishment.

Meng Fuyao reached out and patted her head, frowning. The stone slab above her was extremely heavy, and given her current posture, it would be rather difficult to break it open. Hence, she could only use another way to get out. She quietened down and analyzed the stone room carefully. Just then, she realized that the stone room didn't seem like a simple underground room. Rather, it seemed to be an ancient passageway. It had probably been several generations since the passageway was used. The walls were pockmarked, and the layer of dust on the ground was very thick; it didn't look like people frequently entered or left.

She scanned the stone room one more time, the knowledge and tricks gained from the darned old Taoist priest and the crown prince coming in handy. Meng Fuyao's gaze locked onto a Kirin symbol on the wall. She reached out and gave its protruding hind legs a little twist. Immediately, a low, rumbling noise could be heard, as well as a faint whirling of some mechanism. Feeling something off about the sound, Meng Fuyao instinctively flipped backward. She had just straightened herself when she heard the sound of something sharp piercing the air. A rain of needles/arrows shot out like a thunderstorm with great force, scattering around all four corners and covering the entire stone room!

The arrows flew about in all directions, as dense as a thick, black fog. No matter where she looked, there were arrows everywhere in the space that was even hard to turn around. Deadlier than a porcupine, the needles even further split into several smaller needles. Unable to escape anywhere, Meng Fuyao could only stick herself firmly to the roof of the room, frantically sucking in her stomach and chest and laying as flat as she could. In the dark, the needle-arrows whistled past her nose, to the point where she could smell the faint smell of poison on the needle tip. The needle-arrows shot past her ceaselessly like a hailstorm, and she felt chilled to the bone.

She felt as if even a single eyelash would be trapped between the needles—that hidden weapon was way too dense!

Meng Fuyao lay there like a lizard, afraid to even breathe or move. After a while, Meng Fuyao finally heard a click. The hidden weapon had finished its attack, and the four walls emitted a faint rumbling noise. Meng Fuyao jumped down and checked herself, still shaken, only to realize that there were several tears in the chest area of her robes. She was millimeters away from getting shot.

Amen… Fortunately, her chest was only 34B…

At that moment, Meng Fuyao deeply felt that, for someone in the martial world, it was better to have a smaller chest, reducing the area of contact. During times of emergency, it was truly a matter of life and death…

Dotted on the four walls were tiny needles. This was a solid stone wall with an extremely high degree of hardness, yet such thin needles were able to deeply pierce through it… the strength used must have been unimaginable!

'Dammit, that scoundrel Little Seven, did he want to kill me!'

By this time, Meng Fuyao was becoming more and more suspicious about the matter—Zhan Beiye would never try to kill her. Meng Fuyao was still confident in this bit of trust in him. However, it was just this little bit of trust; recently, Emperor Zhan's behavior hadn't been too good, and Meng Fuyao had said some harsh comments in his face. She squatted on the ground and guessed, 'There is an eight in ten chance that Zhan Beiye doesn't know about the horrifying traps underground, but no matter what, Little Seven is his subordinate. Was it a lack of discipline, or did he have an ulterior motive? Regardless, this debt will be recorded on his head!'

The wall containing the hidden weapon finally opened to reveal a passageway. Meng Fuyao stared down the dark passageway, feeling rather hesitant. Should she go or not? Opening the door was already so deadly, who knew what else was waiting for her inside? Yet, she was absolutely unwilling to wait here for someone to save her or beat her up. That would be way too humiliating, and her pride had never been this compromised before.

After thinking through, she decided that children who did not wish to retaliate after getting bullied were not good children—she would get back at Zhan Beiye!

She tore several strips of fabric from her outer robe and bit her thumb, allowing her blood to stain the strips, then laying the stained strips of cloth on the ground—'Hehe, I'll leave some blood for you to trace, yet the person is gone. I'll let you go ahead and guess, Zhan Beiye, you know that there's a kind of corpse-dissolving poison that exists in this world, yet Zong Yue is not around and can't analyze the poison on this needle-arrow. Thereafter, you'll become more and more afraid, and after I leave this secret passageway, I'll go behind you and spy on you. If this was your idea, you can await your misfortune, if it wasn't your idea, then Little Seven's misfortune will be your misfortune as well—I'll make you anxious to death! Haha!'

Meng Fuyao violently bundled the strips together, even forming a suspicious-looking human form—actually, her creating a human form was rather unreasonable, but she firmly believed that creating a human form would make the effect even more effective and deadly.

In a flash, Meng Fuyao entered the passageway, and the secret door slowly closed behind her. Meng Fuyao thought of the Kirin symbol, feeling that there was something strange about it. 'The Zhan clan used the black dragon as their symbol, so why would there be a secret passageway in the Zhan clan's manor? Moreover, which nation's symbol did the Kirin seem to look like? … I've already forgotten.'

The passageway was pitch black and rather roughly built, without any luminous stones or wall lamps. The surface of the ground was uneven and once one entered, the smell of earth and rotting unique to underground passageways entered her nostrils, but it wasn't overbearing, implying that there were an exit and some form of air vent present.

Meng Fuyao treaded forward carefully, not daring to touch the walls. She had a faint feeling that the walls were made of marble, and they were arranged extremely evenly, a sharp contrast from the rough surface of the ground. She did not know why such a scenario would occur.

She held a bunch of pebbles in her hand, throwing pebbles as she walked, reaching halfway through the passageway uneventfully. However, she dared not let her guard down and was continuously on her toes, at the same time thinking about other things that were bugging her.

Ding—

A strange noise halted her footsteps, and Meng Fuyao's eyes narrowed as she selected a larger pebble and flung it.

Shhh—

Just a few meters away from her, the walls suddenly slid open noiselessly and revealed a huge cave, and under the cave was filled with water. The water rushed forward and rippled on the surface; it was live water!

Was this passageway built underwater?

Meng Fuyao scrutinized the direction of the passageway, feeling that it couldn't be entirely built underwater. The water probably came from one of the turns. It was clear that this area was underwater; no wonder the walls were all sealed tightly. Meng Fuyao thought carefully about Pandu's terrain, remembering that on one side of Mt. Yubei was a river, and that river flowed directly out of the city. Did that mean that she had already left the city underground?

There were not many traps here, but each one was deadly. Whoever fell into the waterway would instantly be washed away. Meng Fuyao jumped over the waterway, and the ground closed up again silently. Was this trap used often? If not, why would there be no sound at all?

The next section of the passageway was uneventful again, and Meng Fuyao finally reached the end—there was no secret room, nothing at all. At the end was a shiny, smooth wall, the same as the one from the entrance, and the symbol of a Kirin.

Because of what happened earlier, Meng Fuyao naturally didn't dare to carelessly touch the Kirin. She scanned the Kirin carefully, noticing a small button underneath the Kirin. Based on the design, this was probably the real method for opening the door. Meng Fuyao let out a breath of relief, inwardly congratulating herself for being vigilant and not touching the Kirin. She bent down and carefully pressed the small button.

Whoosh—

The entire wall suddenly rose upwards and immediately, a great wave of river water gushed in, reaching up to the waist level. Meng Fuyao felt as if she had been hit in the chest by an invisible giant's hammer, pushing her out viciously, and she knocked against a wall behind her—a long and dark passageway was originally behind her, but in the instance the button was pressed, a wall was suddenly erected just two meters behind her.

Under the force of the water, Meng Fuyao was slammed against the wall, causing her head to spin and her vision to blur.

'Zhan Beiye, once I'm out I'm definitely going to kill you—'

This thought was just a fleeting one as Meng Fuyao laughed helplessly. She wasn't sure if she could save her own life, where did she have the time to think about such things? She struggled desperately, swimming about in the water. She clearly knew that this would cause the oxygen to be used up even more quickly, yet she didn't want to give up on any sliver of hope until she felt the Kirin on the wall.

The icy metal was colder than water to the touch, and Meng Fuyao hesitated for a split second.

It was highly possible that beyond the Kirin lay the extremely powerful flying arrows from earlier, and she simply wasn't able to dodge them. Once she was shot, she would end up riddled with holes like an ant nest.

However, if she didn't end up riddled with holes like an ant nest, then she would drown and turn into a balloon. She didn't have a choice.

The water had already reached up to Meng Fuyao's nose, and the veins on her forehead were bulging as she was pressed under the pressure. Blood had rushed to her face, turning her red, and after the redness, it slowly turned a deathly white. Under the enormous pressure, her body felt as if she were about to explode and die any second. Damnit, this feeling was way too horrible!

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