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The guinea pig laid in relaxation, propping up his leg and shaking it nonstop, choosing to ignore Meng Fuyao.
'Who told you not to hear me out and make me lose four strands of hair! Now you want to listen, but I'm not going to tell you.'
'Anyway, it's coming so you two can fight it out face to face.' He laughed evilly to himself.
The guinea pig satisfied that he got his revenge, went back to sleep. Someone was left squatting on the bed as her pair of eyes shone brightly in the darkness, resembling two torchlights.
The next day, Meng Fuyao headed to the Department of Martial Arts to register for the True Martial Arts Meet, which was a requirement for all participants. Meng Fuyao wrote down her name, and the scribe stared at it for so long that Meng Fuyao wondered if her identity was exposed. However, the scribe asked, ”Meng Fuyao? General Meng Fuyao of Wuji nation?”
Hearing him, all the officials flooded out of the department and scrutinized Meng Fuyao as if she was a novel object. Many voices sounded.
”You're that legendary Wuji General Meng Fuyao?”
”You're the Meng Fuyao who barged into the enemy camp alone, and killed seven generals?”
”I heard that you defended Yaocheng to the best of your abilities, but was almost forced to commit suicide at the city gates?”
”I heard that the plans of the Wuji traitor, King De, were foiled because you were a spy in the military camp?”
”I heard that you killed King De?”
”I heard that King De shouted, ”I hate to be born at the same time as Meng Fuyao” before he died. Is that true?”
”I heard that the Wuji Crown Prince adores you and personally arranged a banquet for you in Top Sun Palace?”
The rumors became more and more ridiculous. Meng Fuyao listened with her mouth agape and muttered, ”Sh*t, who's this amazing person? That's not me, right?”
She was used to being a small figure and could not get accustomed to the feeling of shooting to fame overnight. The curious glances of the people surrounding her and the envious yet jealous looks of the participants behind her were like arrows shooting towards her back. Unable to bear the attention, she resolutely walked away.
Unfortunately, she only managed to take a few steps when someone came out of the inner room located behind her and said coldly, ”Just a peasant who got wealthy by sucking up to the royals. All of you are officials of our Heaven Demon nation, yet you are all boosting outsiders' morale and diminishing your own authority!”
The voice sounded familiar, so Meng Fuyao turned back to take a look. Once she saw the figure, her pupils narrowed to the thickness of a sharp needle tip.
It was Gu Lingfeng, the head of the Gold of Heaven Demon.
The scene of the thunderstorm in the Changhan mountain range flashed by her eyes. It was as though she could hear the deafening raindrops and smell the rancid odor of the arrows. It was precisely that night that Gu Linfeng led the Gold of Heaven Demon to chase and surround them. Because of them, she and Zhan Beiye were forced to escape into the Changhan mountain range and experience the near-death test, which subsequently triggered a whole series of events.
This cold-blooded guy - who flipped out of the trap by stepping on his subordinates' bodies - was still alive?
It seemed as though he was also going to participate in the True Martial Arts Meet?
Meng Fuyao smiled widely, with the corners of her lips touching her ears. As she beamed, Meng Fuyao slightly bowed towards Gu Lingfeng and said, ”Commander Gu? Nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you.”
Gu Lingfeng glanced at her from the corner of his eye. ”You know me too?” he asked.
'I know that you are about to die…' she thought, but she answered, ”Of course, I have long heard of your reputation as a decisive and resolute man who accomplished many feats.”
”At least you know your own position,” said Gu Lingfeng, giving her a sideway look. ”I will spare your life during the competition.”
”Thank you, thank you,” Meng Fuyao said, and she bowed… She truly should thank him. She didn't even consider keeping him alive, but he was still thinking of sparing her life. What noble character.
While Meng Fuyao kept her back hunched, she walked out of the room. She was bowing so low in such a servile manner that she accidentally bumped into someone. That person stepped aside, slightly stabilized her and said, ”Be careful.”
A calm voice and appropriate manners.
Meng Fuyao stiffened her body, but she soon relinquished and smiled. ”You be careful too,” she said in a low voice.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted red robes embroidered with soaring mythical birds, and it looked gorgeous and magnificent. The color was already very eye-catching, but as if that was not enough, golden tassels hung from the belt. There was no end as to how dramatic it looked.
Meng Fuyao's eyes quickly darted across a dark red scarf, and immediately shifted her gaze away in satisfaction.
Beside her, people were greeting in a somewhat flattery and competitive tone. ”Sect Master Yan and his wife are here? There's going to be lots of drama in this year's True Martial Arts Meet,” they commented.
Some spoke sadly, ”Yes, Sect Master Yan has been really powerful in recent years, overpowering all of the 18 Sects in Shangyuan. Is he coming to snatch the champion title too?”
Others remarked, ”Heaven Demon's Commander Gu, Wuji's General Meng, Xuanyuan's Sir Yun, Fufeng's Princess Ya, Taiyuan's Scarless Sword, Xuanji's Junior Prince Hua… and the rising Yan couple. There'll be an interesting show to watch as they compete for the highest title.”