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”That attack could kill you, but with Zhan Beiye blocking it, the blunt force was removed and turned it into inner energy which cleared up your meridians.”
”If Zhan Beiye didn't block it?”
”It depends on your luck. If you were able to accept it, the power would be endless. Otherwise, death it is.”
Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched as she scolded, ”Man, what a pervert. Making a killing or saving someone so complicated, and now I don't know whether to thank him or hate him.”
”He probably doesn't care either way,” replied Zhangsun Wuji calmly. ”Fang Yimo has always been erratic as far as his behavior is concerned.”
”But I still feel that there's something odd about this level up…” Meng Fuyao furrowed her eyebrows. ”It's not that simple…”
Zhangsun Wuji chuckled without saying a word. Holding her hand, he said, ”Let's go and take a look at those two.”
The pair walked past a cliff and at a stone mountain, Zhan Beiye was there in his underwear, unconscious. Ya Lanzhu had started a fire and placed his clothes above the fire to dry.
Looking at the scene, Meng Fuyao was a bit embarrassed to go over. She quietly signaled to Zhangsun Wuji, asking, ”Were you the one that took off his clothes?”
Zhangsun Wuji shook his head.
Meng Fuyao thought, 'Zhu Zhu, I admire you.'
She stroked her chin. 'Emperor Zhan's underwear is still wet… Will Zhu Zhu take even that off to dry?'
'Zhu Zhu, can't you be braver and strip him off completely?!'
Her gaze was probably a little too creepy. Zhangsun Wuji turned back and quietly whispered into her ears, ”Your thinking is right, I should have done so earlier too.”
Meng Fuyao pinched him with all her might.
Zhangsun Wuji laughed, letting her do as she wished. Then, he suddenly dragged her away. As he pulled her along, Meng Fuyao kept turning back, concerned about the two.
”I've already informed the Black Wind Calvary to fetch Zhan Beiye here,” said Zhangsun Wuji simply.
He pointed towards the top of the cliff and asked, ”Fuyao, don't you want to test out your current level of martial arts?”
Meng Fuyao looked at him with her eyes shining.
Zhangsun Wuji smiled. ”Don't you want to change the names of the top ten martial arts practitioners that haven't been touched in the last 30 years?”
Meng Fuyao whistled as she cheerily caressed his cheeks. ”I don't know the person who gave birth to me, but I know that Zhangsun Wuji knows me best!”
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and nudged her. ”Go on, you can touch all you want after you win.”
Meng Fuyao laughed as casually tied up her long, loose hair. And then, she bolted forward.
She flew up the cliff easily as though she was running across a flat surface. The wet clothes clinging onto her were immediately dried off as she used her inner energy.
Zhangsun Wuji watched as she instantly took off like a battle flag being proudly raised to the blue sky. He gazed at her back intensely, as though he had seen the Phoenix he had so carefully protected, spread its wings and fly towards the sky.
The rise of the Phoenix, towards the sky, breaking through the vault of heaven!
Meng Fuyao headed straight for the top. The battle of the top martial arts practitioners was still ongoing. Fog, whose formation was unable to trap Fang Yimo, had the ability that was evenly matched with him. So two years ago, the two had promised to battle with one another, where the location would be chosen by Fog while the timing of the battle would be decided by Fang Yimo. Fog had accepted her clan's request to finish off Xuanyuan Min and Meng Fuyao but was suddenly caught by Fang Yimo.
Frustrated, Fog stopped halfway, moving backward as she said straightforwardly, ”You and I have been fighting for so many years over these rankings—8th seat and 9th seat. How about I just let you take the position.”
”Your position is going to be mine. What do you have to 'let'?”
A sardonic voice came from behind. Both Fog and Fang Yimo turned back uniformly and saw the boastful Meng Fuyao calmly strolling up from the bottom of the cliff.
Fang Yimo noticed her steps and smiled. ”You certainly have good luck.”
Meng Fuyao glanced at him and snickered.
”Hm, Moon Soul's inner energy?” asked Fog.
Meng Fuyao pointed to herself and giggled. ”It has all been absorbed by me. Even if you had the ability, even if you sliced me off piece by piece, you wouldn't be able to get it back.”
Fog studied her, surprise evident in her eyes. After some thought, she came to this conclusion, ”You go and look for Moon Soul and compensate him 30 years of inner energy.”
Meng Fuyao glanced at her. ”He doesn't even want it, why are you being such a busybody?”
”As long as it's good for him,” replied Fog simply. ”Seriously, how could he just give it to someone? His hair is now all white.”
Meng Fuyao stared at her…'This lady is a complete opposite to that bashful personality of Moon Soul—so direct and straightforward. If she likes you, she'll be nice to you. If you don't like her back, forget it.'
There was no sign of defeat or sadness that usually accompanied when the love was not reciprocated in her eyes. Meng Fuyao had never seen someone love so simply and so undaunted; not afraid of being known, not afraid of rejection. The love was hers and hers alone.