109 Gale (2/2)
Zhan Beiye roared in laughter. ”The so-called 'better solution' does not exist. It's a hoax.”
”You're asking for it,” Gale growled loudly and sprang to his feet, his originally clumsily heavy body turning light and agile. Inner energy flowed within the room as withered grass danced disorderly. Everyone's hair and clothes rose like the wind, fluttering wildly.
However, the moment Gale got up he noticed that he had indeed reached his maximum power. While he floated with agility, it was rootless. While he floated with ferocity, it was scattered like clouds. The three juniors, on the other hand, were constrained but bizarrely powerful and mighty. It was a force, when all three combined strength, that he wouldn't reckon with even at his peak. Meanwhile, Meng Fuyao, who had already consumed a part of his inner energy and had almost died from a stomach full of angst, was charging toward him as well. Gaining the upper hand was no longer an option.
Three moves later Gale stopped.
”What's the point of killing you, children…” he trailed off, appearing significantly frailer. ”It's about time…” He reached for a manual from his clothes and tossed it near Meng Fuyao's feet.
”I don't want your secret manual…” Meng Fuyao yelled righteously, only to be mocked. ”You wish. This is a map for when you head over to Fufeng. I dropped some things in E Sea, Luosha Island. Go retrieve them for me.”
”Please, your old ass almost got me killed…”
”No matter what I did, you didn't die, and your inner energy has grown. Use it well, and your future will be limitless.” Gale sat cross-legged and added, without looking at her, ”If you are an ungrateful bastard then feel free to ignore this dying man's last wish.”
”Where's the logic. I am a bastard. You wish…” Meng Fuyao cursed before turning toward Gale. She reached forward to check if he was breathing. ”Hello? Dead already?”
Her reaction evoked a burst of vague laughter from the three men.
Meng Fuyao's nose was pointed toward the sky as she declared, ”He's gone.”
The three men remained motionless as she strode away and stopped by the door. She squirmed for some time, as though her whole body was itching, before turning around.
”Aish… might be good stuff. Let me just…” The three men watched as she picked the manual up, mumbling to herself.
She casually tossed it into her clothes, eyes sweeping across the expression on their faces. Instinct had told her to run, but their gaze made her knees weak.
All three of them were injured…
Zong Yue's face was white as frost, Zhan Beiye had spotted wounds from the gale blades. As for Zhangsun Wuji, his condition was unclear.
'What was that bone cracking sound from earlier? That was him, right?'
That was the astonishing power involved when it came to the ten strongest figures in the Five Region Continent. Till this day, the three most capable men she knew had to combine forces to barely save her life.
Meng Fuyao looked up in grief, lamenting over her misfortune. Trouble had to follow wherever she went. Extreme trouble at that.
She walked toward them and squatted down.
”What? Waiting for us to carry you?” Zhan Beiye rolled his eyes.
”You're wrong,” Meng Fuyao answered half-weakly. ”I'm about to carry you men out to repay my sin. Rock, paper, scissors to see who goes first.”
”Save it,” Zhan Beiye strode forward and pulled her up before turning to smile at the two men. He reasoned, clearly satisfied, ”One has an internal injury, and the other has a broken arm. I'm the only one left to beat her up. Any objections?”
”Go ahead. As you please,” they responded.
A certain night, in a certain mansion, in a certain room, the sound of pigs getting slaughtered seeped through the hazy window paper as a certain someone could be seen being pushed onto the bed…
Do not misunderstand. It was Meng Fuyao treating injuries.
When she was receiving Gale's power, the internal injury from the times she had slammed onto the railing was also healed. However, the bruises on her face weren't going to vanish just like that, so Zhan Beiye was the one who had forced her on the bed to apply medication.
Meng Fuyao had hoped it would be Zhangsun Wuji, naturally, since he was the gentlest amongst the three of them. Between the other two, one was too forceful, while the other was too clumsy, and they might very well use the chance to take revenge. It was a pity that Zhangsun Wuji had simply played along by commenting that his arm was still in pain, before rolling around and falling asleep.
As such, Meng Fuyao could only accept the torture Zhan Beiye was inflicting upon her. He did not stop until her face was fully coated with medication. Unfortunately, the toxin in her heart couldn't be expelled, and thus she made her way to the entrance of the mansion, where Sir Li was kneeling.
Before Meng Fuyao had left the jail she had seen Sir Li leading a bunch of men toward her direction, with whips, buckets, and salt in their hands, as if they had been ready to charge for her.
Seeing him had made her blood boil. If he hadn't found trouble with her, would she have almost died? Would the trio have gotten injured? Would she have had to be brought back to the house and receive such torturous treatment?