107 Sir Li (2/2)

He threw out a tiger-like slap, with all the force he could muster, but was interrupted midway when another palm reached out to bend his backward.

Crack–

Sir Li jumped in shock, holding onto his palm and howling. In that split second his hand had been bent 180 degrees backward, basically parallel to his wrist.

Meng Fuyao spat a melon seed shell and laughed. ”The melon seeds from Chrysanthemum Path are great! Fragrant and crispy! Takes strength to break the bones.”

She closed the gap between Sir Li, whose face was distorted from pain, and herself. ”I'm in a good mood and am willing to give you face. Lock me up and with that Fang fellow. Hurry up! Got it?”

Her words left Sir Li trembling in fright and in pain. He stared at Meng Fuyao, unable to rationalize her weirdness. She could easily break free but was volunteering to get locked up.

By now Meng Fuyao was already rocking her way toward the jail and singing out loud, ”Seeking and seeking, seek a friend, all the way into the jail…”

…

The jail in the official building was as dark as the common jail cells, but since Meng Fuyao had already seen the goriest and most frightening cell, this was nothing challenging. She was interested to find out more about the ”old fellow Fang.”

The man was sitting a few feet away from herself, and he appeared, from head to toe, like an abstract image that was hard to comprehend. Upon further observation, she decided that he appeared profound, somewhere between a beggar and a very able person. It was a 50-50 chance.

She turned her eyes toward his messy hair, in search of features that would indicate his ableness while thinking of an opening sentence. Simply asking if he was Fang Yimo seemed a little silly.

”Excuse me, are you–”

The man collapsed unexpectedly and fell asleep, his dirty feet extending toward her nose.

Staring at the blackness of his soles Meng Fuyao felt a mismatch between his nickname 'Starlight Sage' and the image he was portraying. There even was a big black mole, from which fluttering hair grew, on the sole of his foot.

'Is that the origin of Starlight?'

After spending a generous amount of time studying his feet, she felt something amiss.

'Why is the hair fluttering?'

'Wind?'

'Why is there wind?'

It was a sealed jail without any windows, so where did the wind come from?

It was clearly coming from all directions.

Swish!

A gust swept past the crown of her head. It was fast and cutting.

Meng Fuyao sprung up and flipped to dodge it, before landing lightly like a ball of black cloud.

She looked at the broken lock of hair in shock, her back oozing cold sweat. Before she could process it, another gust surged from behind.

This time it went straight for her back with sufficient power to pierce her to death.

Unable to evade it, she dropped to the ground, allowing the wind to sweep past her back.

Rip–

Her clothes were torn, and she felt the cool air on her skin.

Meng Fuyao was only a centimeter away from getting sliced.

The wind was as quick as lightning, and it transformed into a sharp, thin, transparent and silent blade. It danced through the narrow space and into the small prisoner cell. The calm and warm wind from nature had suddenly turned into a fatal weapon, which was being controlled by a god-like power. It pierced, chopped, slitted, each move intending to bring death upon her.

Worse, those gusts of wind emerged at strange and tricky angles, as though there was a hand summoning natural forces and transforming them into unstoppable blade techniques.

Before such a bizarre force Meng Fuyao was forced to exert all her strength, flipping and dodging non-stop. She zipped about within the small space in her deep purple robe, appearing like lightning. She moved, faster and faster, eventually going beyond perception and instinct. All one could see was her shadow zooming to and fro, disappearing and reemerging every second.

Rip!

Yet another gust shot toward the space between her brows.

”F*ck!” She let out and pulled the man's dirty feet out to block the attack.

With just a pull the motionless body easily sprung into a vertical position, its lightness beyond one's imagination.