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Meng Fuyao looked at him, who was weak but still had handsome facial features. After carefully scrutinizing his eyes and eyebrows, she suddenly harbored a very daring thought.

She must have lived in this palace before, and she looked exactly the same as someone else. Could that someone have lived in the palace before? If so, would Feng Xuan recognize her?

Rather than fainting every time she came into contact with those objects in the abandoned palace, she might as well try to let others discover her.

If he recognized her, if he recognized her…

She shot into the sky.

With a flick of her sleeves, a lighter dropped into a bunch of flowerpots on the side. The lighter was ignited upon contact with wind, and in an instant, a huge fire raged. It brightened the dark palace, which was kept dim on purpose.

Feng Xuan, who was still leaning on the window, looked up in confusion.

At the same time, Meng Fuyao lept towards his direction, and she raised her hand to tear away her mask…

Meng Fuyao was in mid-air, and she was about to reveal her appearance in front of Feng Xuan.

However, a black figure suddenly crashed towards her.

The figure came in a strange manner. He flew out from the side palace, stepped on the window frame, and leaped into the air. While he was in mid-air, there was a white gleam. Three feet away, a green blade appeared, radiating a murderous and icy-cold aura. It was a legendary weapon in his hands.

While the figure was still a foot away, the famous sword had already neared Meng Fuyao and it aimed straight for her extended wrist. With a smirk, Meng Fuyao raised her hand to cut across the strike. When the hand was extended, it was as steady as a piece of jade, and it sliced the gleam of the sword into half.

Her fingers clasped the tip of the long sword. She didn't resist the strike, but she held the tip and hit it straight towards the person who had suddenly appeared.

However, that person did not stay on in the fight for long, and he abandoned his legendary sword. With a swift turn, he jumped through the window Feng Xuan was leaning on, and he grabbed Feng Xuan along with him. At the same time, he gave a strong back kick and shut the open window.

There was another bang as the window was tightly closed once again, and Feng Xuan was carried in.

Meng Fuyao was about to raise her hand to remove her mask again, but at this sight, she immediately stopped. For a long while, she looked furious.

And which bastard was it this time round, showing up unexpectedly and disrupting her plans?

It was obvious that he did not want to be in a life-or-death fight with her, and he only wanted to prevent Feng Xuan from seeing her. Judging by how determined he was to stop her, it was evident that he was an insider.

At this moment, the insider who would stop her from finding out the truth was most probably the foe who had harmed her years ago!

She could confirm that whatever had happened to her before she turned five was definitely nowhere good. Even if she disregarded that segment of history, she had been "ruined" by the old Taoist priest for a decade, and she had suffered all kinds of torture to train her martial arts. After she had turned 15, she had been stranded around the Continent and had been continuously bullied. All these were the result of that bastard's actions!

Meng Fuyao boiled with anger. She raised her legs and made a dash forward.

Suddenly, Epsilon flicked his sleeves towards the direction of the floor.

His sleeves resembled steel blocks that created a trail of sparks as they brushed past the limestone staircase. He raised a finger, and the trail of sparks suddenly leaped onto his finger like a chain of stars. They flashed brightly, and the flames continued to flicker. Under the shine of the fire, Epsilon laughed cunningly. "I may be injured, but you two seem no better. This is the perfect moment for me to show you the real difference between the top five and bottom five wielders in the top ten rankings."

All of a sudden, he slowly turned around and exposed his back to Meng Fuyao.

When Meng Fuyao saw his back, a chill went down her spine. Though his clothes were torn and there was a vague scar, she clearly remembered that she had slashed with her dagger with much force. Even if the knife slipped out from her hands right after, she was able to create significant damage to Epsilon. But right now, the scar on his back was no longer bleeding. More shockingly, the long and narrow scar seemed to be quickly healing at a visible speed.

What an amazing recuperating ability!

While Meng Fuyao was still in shock, Epsilon suddenly waved his hand, and the unextinguished chain of fire sparkles created a bright arc in mid-air. There was little volume in the sparks, but strong inner energy and raging wind currents could be felt from the swing. With a force powerful enough to break apart the Heavens, Epsilon delivered his blow towards her!

Bam!

The ten-feet wide well was broken into half, and the bush that Meng Fuyao had lit up was extinguished in an instant. Thirty feet away, outside the main hall, the lantern that was lit up in the corner of the roof outside the palace suddenly swayed. The paper exterior of the lantern was suddenly sucked in towards the candle, and it caught on fire, turning into a ball of fire that fell. The entire courtyard of Aurora Spring petals was also silently crumbled into powder. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

The corner of Meng Fuyao's robes flew because of this violent slash, and it covered her face.

Meanwhile, her surroundings were pitch-black as all the sources of light were extinguished.

She could sense a chilly aura approaching her.

Someone smiled cunningly in the wind, and it sounded like he was right beside her ear. She vaguely thought that nothing would happen, but she suddenly felt a cold chill on her cheeks, followed by excruciating pain.

He was trying to ruin her appearance!

She could hear someone flying hurriedly towards her, and she guessed that it was Zhangsun Wuji. A loud clapping sound was heard, and subsequently, the ground shook.

Meng Fuyao was already boiling with anger. At this point, she could no longer control her anger. Disregarding the pain she felt on her face, she raised her hand and delivered a strong blow as well.

It was delivered in the dark, and the segment of the black blade, which appeared from the side of her hand, was concealed.

Destiny Rebellion!

Bam—

Air pressure suddenly intensified, as though there was a huge hammer hitting her heart, or she was drowning in the sea. It was also the feeling one would feel when a piece of boulder crashed down on them. The huge force caused her to black out, and she could taste blood in her heart. In that instant, the blood in her body totally lost control.

She was suddenly dragged away forcefully, and as the surrounding wind became stronger, the unique scent in the darkness also became stronger. Then, she could hear Epsilon saying in an astonished voice, "You- Good! So you're actually-" Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly stopped talking and laughed.

In the meantime, Meng Fuyao was already dragged out of the hall by Zhangsun Wuji.

Her body became a flag that was unfolded in the windy night sky. She flew past the rows of palaces and buildings like a shooting star.

Behind them, Xuanji's Empress stomped her feet angrily. She shrilled. "Why did you not kill them and remove subsequent troubles! Go chase, go chase them!"

Epsilon remained silent. Moments later, he raised his hand and grabbed his chest. There was the sound of a cough, followed by another cough.

Then, he slowly raised his sleeve and covered his mouth. He spoke in a slightly raspy voice, "There are many talents in the Five Regions Continent… I have indeed… grown old…"

"Go chase! Go chase!" The Empress was still unsatisfied, and she continued to urge him.

Epsilon put down his sleeve and took a glance at her. There was a mix of emotions in his expression, consisting of depression… helplessness… regret… and worry…

A while later, he said, "Ning Er… I really regret spoiling you so much. In the future, if I can no longer protect you, what are you going to do?"

The Empress stopped urging, as though she was touched by the nickname which no one had called her by in a long while. "What happened to you today? Lost your soul? You're frightened by those two scrawny fellows? Didn't they get injured too? You're ranked fourth in the Top Ten Wielders rankings. How can you boost others' self-esteem and lose your own confidence?"

Epsilon merely smiled, and he did not answer her question. "I tried to persuade you so many times to change your personality, but you never listen. Just listen to me for once, can you?"

"Change what?" The Empress's voice turned sharp again. "Why can't you protect me? Didn't you promise to protect me, from life until death?"

"Naturally," Epsilon said calmly. "From life, until death. When you die, you can only be buried beside me. I do not allow you to go to the mausoleum of the Feng clan."

"You're speaking nonsense." The Empress glanced at him and added proudly, "I live and die with him. The position beside his tomb belongs to me and only me. The whole mausoleum is mine and his. No one can change that."

"I do not allow that," Epsilon replied calmly. "If you're buried there, I'll ruin the entire mausoleum and dig out your corpses. His will be fed to the dogs, and I will eat your corpse. If you want to be buried there, I will make sure you will not be buried in peace."

"You…" The Empress was shocked by the frightening words he said in the calm tone, and she looked back at him in shock. Epsilon's expression remained superficial, whereby no one could tell his true thoughts and feelings. However, after staying so long with him, she somewhat knew his personality. After some thought, she spoke in a cautious tone, "You're kidding. You're kidding, right?"

Epsilon stared at her, and there was a look of disappointment. However, he quickly smiled and said, "Yes, I'm kidding."

…

Zhangsun Wuji held Meng Fuyao's hand and brought her over one roof after another.

He was extremely fast, and he ran rounds against the wind. After receiving Epsilon's strike, Meng Fuyao's inner energy was stuck in her core, and it needed to be dispersed in the fastest possible timing.

When he ran the third round, Meng Fuyao spat out a mouthful of blood. It was then that Zhangsun Wuji stopped and sighed. "It's done-"

Meng Fuyao looked up at him gratefully. He was always the clearest about her body condition, so much so that he didn't even need to check her pulse.

Then, she looked at him brightly and said. "The palm he delivered just now seemed to have cleared some blockages in my core. A few days later, after I fully recover and completely absorb the effects of Zong Yue's pill, I will be able to achieve a breakthrough. This is the advantage of fighting with the top ten wielders. With every fight, I become one level higher. Epsilon, just you wait, remember to prepare your coffin!"

However, Zhangsun Wuji was not concerned about what she was elated over. He quickly removed her mask and frowned. "Your face is not injured, right?"

When the mask was revealed, he was in for a shock. Meng Fuyao's face was full of blood, and it was a frightening red shade. Furthermore, her overtly-wide grin made the image so ugly that it was discomforting for people to see. However, under a closer look, he felt relieved. It was only the nose that was broken.

Meng Fuyao touched her nose, and her reaction was very slow. She looked at her blood-coated hand in shock. "Oh? Why didn't I know that my nose bled? Luckily, my nose bridge is high, and it can help to fend me even if the sky is falling down. If not, my eyes would have been damaged instead."

With a helpless sigh, Zhangsun Wuji looked at her and gave her a knock on her forehead. "Look up," he said. He took out a napkin to wipe away the blood on her face, and he added, "I've never seen a woman who cares so little about her appearance like you."

"What's the use of a good appearance?" Meng Fuyao rebutted. "It just adds on to your troubles, and you're easily despised by others who will say that you're merely an empty vessel. No matter what you accomplish, they will think that it's because of your good looks and your abilities will be completely undermined. Also…" She suddenly smiled and continued, "There are some advantages of being ugly. It's a lot quieter."

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