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Seeing that Yun Hen remained silent, she immediately understood what he wanted to do and exclaimed, ”You want to transfer your inner energy to me to last through the third round? You're mad! If you meet an expert, how are you going to protect yourself?”
”I'll just withdraw,” replied Yun Hen casually.
”If you withdraw, how are you going to live in Taiyuan?” asked Meng Fuyao as she looked at him. She thought of his manipulative step-father who would not treat him well if he withdrew halfway through the Meet.
She gently sighed and lightly patted Yun Hen. ”It's alright, don't worry,” she spoke and added, ”I might just meet Yan Jingchen. That'll be just right since he's injured as well.”
As she fell silent, she thought of how Yan Jingchen slowly caressed her face and neck while she closed her eyes. When she was about to jump up and attack, that pair of hands suddenly reached her wrists and slightly opened the lock of the chain.
At that time… what exactly did he want to do?
Why… did he not remove her clothes first?
Also, did he really, for the sake of improving his skills, do something with that disgusting old man…
Meng Fuyao softly exhaled and covered her eyes with her hands, refusing to think about these. No matter what he wanted to do, be it to release her or sacrifice himself for her, just him asking Mist to capture her was already a sin that she could never forgive.
Love was about compromise, not about force. It was a pity that some people would never understand this rationale.
As she fell into deep thought, her expression became one of displeasure. It was slightly uncomfortable for Yun Hen to watch the usually cheerful Meng Fuyao in such a state. Instinctively, he wanted to switch the topic to something more relaxing, and after some thought, he spoke, ”Right, I heard that the referee of the final round has reached the borders of Heaven Demon. The Emperor has sent people to receive the referee but lo and behold, the Ministry of Rites personnel saw a good show…”
”Oh…” Meng Fuyao drawled as she covered her eyes. After a moment of silence, she continued lazily, ”What… happened…”
”It's that Lotus…” said Yun Hen as he turned back.
But Meng Fuyao was already half asleep. Remembering that she had been kidnapped, fought a tough battle with Mist and was injured, he realized that it was a tiring day for her and she would not have the energy to listen to gossip. Smiling, he covered the blanket over her and extinguished the candle.
With that, darkness fell upon the room. However, Yun Hen did not immediately leave, and he stood at his spot. Moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating his expression as he quietly gazed at Meng Fuyao. It was clear, bright, as sparkly as the planets, as cool as jade, and as deep as the sea.
'Fuyao, the wind that belongs to you will stir one day. Maybe, in the end, I can only become the wings that follow you as you soar, but I'm still very relieved that I'm lucky enough not to be thrown too far away from you,' he thought.
'One day, I want to leap far up into the sky, and move along with you.'
During the two days that Meng Fuyao took to recover, she was utterly tortured by Zong Yue. The latter felt that she was an innate rebel, that even after he cautioned her against Yan Jingchen, she still fell for his antics. Served her right for having to participate in the competition with injuries. Hence, while he treated her day and night, he could not stop mocking at her.
Meng Fuyao howled, ”I need to fight, don't you have to at least give me some rest?”
Ignoring her pleas, Zong Yue replied, ”Whose inner injury can be treated within two days? Now I can only suppress your injury, and you have to pray that you don't meet an opponent who has pure Yin inner energy. If not, your injury will be activated, and you might not even pass the third round, much less think of being the champion!”
As he said, his expression was as cold as snow. From the day that he found Meng Fuyao, he had always been behaving this way, causing the guinea pig to be very cautious when he had to break wind, for fear that he would be thrown into the toilet bowl for polluting the air.
Meng Fuyao also did not dare to retort and could only secretly scowl at Sir Yun, whose horoscope was probably a natural enemy of Zong Yue's. Later, when she met him, she would aggressively beat him up.
Three days later, the third round took place as scheduled. Right from the morning, large crowds had gathered below the stage. People of the Five Regions Continent liked martial arts and wielders had a noble status, so no one wanted to miss out on this grand occasion. When Meng Fuyao reached, she almost could not squeeze in and continuously sighed over why the fools of Heaven Demon did not make use of the opportunity to sell tickets.
According to the rules, everyone would draw slots, which were either red or black. The pair of people with the same number would battle and would be refereed by Zhan Beiheng. Before drawing the slots, Zhan Beiheng announced the change in rules of the last round. The ten finalists would first battle in pairs, and the losers would become the bottom five. As for the top five wielders, whoever felt that they could be the champion could jump on stage and contest the person on it. The last one standing would be the true champion.
After the announcement, there was an uproar amongst the crowd over the unfairness of the rules. The first one who went up would have to face four rounds of strong opponents, and that easily meant defeat.
However, Zhan Beiheng only smiled and signaled for the commotion to cease. He said, ”Everyone might feel that it is unjust, but isn't drawing lots even more unfair? The top ten experts are on different levels in terms of ability. If the sixth in ranking battled the first, he would definitely lose, but if he met the fifth, who would know what the outcome would be? This is an important matter of the top five ranking of the Meet, and one placing above or below could make a lot of difference. Since we rank by ability, then the ablest should emerge champion of the Meet! Not by luck, but by capability!” Big Aunt refers to the menstruation period, used to imply that a person was in a bad mood