Legend of Fu Yao Volume 1 Chapter 7
Book 1: Winds Begin to Blow in Tai Yuan
Chapter 7 - I'm Very Cold
It was a heavy darkness, and the slow, long night seemed to
never end.
The mountain cliff where Meng Fuyao had just fallen off of
was still predominated by silence; occasionally there would still be small
pieces of rock that tumbled off the side, with the echo of impact only sounding
after a very long time.
One could hear, that it was a very steep drop.
Some of the wild brush on the cliff side suddenly began to
move.
After, a dai colored shadow appeared from within the thick,
impenetrable darkness under the cliff, slowly arising.
That shadow seemed to completely ignore the laws of gravity,
and like it was pulled by some mysterious unseen force, it lazily drew a semicircular
arc in the air, steadily landing on top of the cliff.
The slender figure raised her head, moonlight shining in her
cold, calm pupils.
Meng Fuyao.
With a mirthless smile, Fuyao's wrist beckoned, and a streak
of indiscernible dark light snapped through the air and burrowed back into her
sleeve.
"Want to harm me? Not that easy."
Meng Fuyao lightly stroked the thin black whip coiled around
her wrist - this was the soft whip she used as a belt. Back when Pei Yuan's
expression became odd, she had already wrapped the strap around her palm. The
way Pei Yuan had torn her sleeve was very unusual, long causing her to be on
her guard; when the red cloak swept over her covering Pei Yuan's motions,
Fuyao's tying of the whip to an un.o.btrusive side rock was also concealed.
When Pei Yuan poked her nexuses, her preventative revolution
of her injured "Breaking Nine Heavens" method managed to protect the
points on the side of her body Pei Yuan was on. Because Pei Yuan was moving
under the cloak, her precision was off and the power behind the jabs was
lacking; furthermore, Fuyao also borrowed the force from falling off the cliff
to completely breakthrough the slight paralysis.
Then, when she was pushed off the drop, the soft whip halted
her descent. She had waited without moving until the two of them had gone far
away before finally crawling back up the cliff.
Standing on the cliff while watching the darkness in front
of her, Meng Fuyao thought she could see at the end of the darkness the high,
exalted mountain village that once sheltered her, and the n.o.ble youth who once
gave her such precious warmth.
Strong winds buffeted the mountain outcrop. The pale-faced
young woman stood straight, her face devoid of expression. Before, thinking
about those youthful days would unwittingly bring a smile to her face; now,
however, her face held nothing.
Those days of confused affection and momentary impulses were
but only a detour of exploration in the road of her life. She had mistaken that
warm happiness she vaguely glimpsed between the hanging leaves and thick forest
as her long-searched-for Garden of Eden, yet very quickly she was expelled from
that fantasy.
But it was alright. In this world, there would always be
losses to suffer, and there would always be debts to repay.
Meng Fuyao shook the gold threaded whip, the whip sending
out a dazzling crack, echoing out into the mountain valley like the clear blow
of a horn.
Smiling, she scooped out from her bosom a couple inky green
strands of gra.s.s. The tips of the gra.s.s were actually white, as if the strands
had morning frost acc.u.mulated on them.
Observing the gra.s.s with satisfaction, Meng Fuyao felt that
her luck was quite good - she fell down a cliff just to unexpectedly find
"Finger Frost" growing on the rocks. This type of herb had excellent
medicinal efficacy for healing inner and outer wounds, and could even
strengthen the const.i.tution and nurture cultivation. This event was truly an
affliction working out a blessing.
Carefully plucking a strand of gra.s.s, she went to put it in
her mouth.
All of a sudden, she paused.
She slowly widened her eyes.
Wait a minute ...
She had counted the strands of gra.s.s before, and there was
clearly six strands. How come now there were only five?
The gra.s.s had always been gripped in her hand, and no one
was around - how could one have gone missing?
Teleportation? s.p.a.ce distortion? Ghosts?
The last guess sent a cold shiver down Meng Fuyao's back.
All of the scenes from the horror films she saw in her past life immediately
flashed past uninvited; those super scary images and sounds from theatrical
special effects and CGI began to tumble around inside her head, letting out
ghostly wails and evil howls.
Meng Fuyao had crossed over to this world for many years
now, and after many extraordinary experiences could be considered to have a
powerful will. However, right now she was on top of the empty mountains and
high cliffs, and among the thick forests and howling winds. The trees and gra.s.s
that surrounded her swayed like ghostly figures dancing, already exuding a dark
menacing aura. With the strand of herb vanishing from her hands without a
trace, the Meng Fuyao who couldn't understand no matter how hard she thought
could only shiver in place, almost wanting to shriek "There's a ghost!!"
Just then, she thought of one of the things that old guy
used to say: "There were no ghosts at first, only after people started to
fear them, then did ghosts come into being."
Keeping this thought in mind, Meng Fuyao mustered her
courage, and with a crack of her whip, a "pa" sound resounded out
while she hollered, "Who's there!"
No one replied, only the wind's whistling sound could be
heard.
Meng Fuyao waited for a long while without moving, but the
only result was her angrily retrieving the long whip. She thought to put back
the herb strands, but in that instant her whole body shook, with her falling
into a shocked daze again.
The gra.s.s was missing yet another strand!
Dumbly examining the remaining four strands of gra.s.s in her
palm, Meng Fuyao was completely unable to stop herself from attributing the
strange events to the supernatural. But this ghost couldn't be seen and didn't
harm her in anyway, what was it doing by constantly stealing her herbs?
Biting her teeth, Meng Fuyao grew spiteful, and quickly
shoved the remaining four strands all into her mouth while angrily masticating,
"Let me see you steal them now! Why don't you just keep stealing
them!?"
Within the gust of mountain wind there seemed to drift a
light chuckle.
After hearing the mirthful sound, Meng Fuyao was actually
not as afraid as before. The matter of them being a person or ghost aside, they
seemed to hold no ill-will. Relaxing a little, Fuyao straightforwardly sat down
where she stood, exaggeratedly closing her eyes and adjusting her breathing.
Then with a careless wave of her hand, "You there, looks
like you're pretty bored. If you really have nothing else to do, why don't you
protect me while I'm cultivating."
Yet another light chuckle came, its sound low and soothing.
It was slightly cool and elegant, the tones melding together in a strange
euphony. Hearing it conjured scenes of the unbroken peaks in the northern state
of Di, where wind blew through jade, building-like trees and gave rise to
jeweled chimes.
The surroundings were heavy and still, with autumn's
fragrance transpiring from the forest in the deep night. Within the forest's scent,
there emanated a trace of an aroma different from the air of the natural surroundings
- it smelled purer and more refined.
Despite all this, Meng Fuyao acted like she neither heard
nor smelled anything out of the ordinary, only shutting her eyes and focusing
on meditating.
The third chuckle rang out, this time right next to the side
of her ear. At the same time, with a rumbling sound, a streak of fiery light
instantly ignited on the ground in front of Fuyao. The dancing orange blaze shined
a warm red onto the eyelids of Meng Fuyao, who previously was surrept.i.tiously peeking
through her eyelashes.
On the other side of the fire, on top of a lonely pine, laid
tilted a wide-sleeve robed man. The light-colored folds of his robes draped downward,
st.i.tched with obscure, silvery inscription patterns. The symbols were hard to
discern in the darkness, but when his body moved they constantly glittered
dimly.
He leaned slanted on top of a skinny and fragile end of a
tree branch. Despite his clearly tall stature, he gave off a feeling of being
light like a wisp of clouds; despite his clearly idle posture, he gave off a
feeling of being far up high, like a towering jade mountain.
The tree branch leisurely swayed, while he leisurely cast tree
branches - every time he threw a branch, it accurately fell into the fire,
landing under the previously thrown branches. With the increase in the amount
of branches, the fire gradually expanded into an arch-shaped structure of firewood,
causing the firewood to blaze even more wildly.
With the movements of his palm, it slightly revealed a
corner of a mark in the middle of his right hand. The mark's color was darker
than the skin around it, but because of the distance between them, the shape
was not clear.
Meng Fuyao's vision swept back and forth, finally landing on
that beautifully architected fire structure. Her two hands pushed into the
ground, cautiously shifting backwards a step.
Even if she calculated with her fingers1 she
would realize, that this guy was that "ghost" from before. Putting
aside everything else, just judging by his extreme skill in Qinggong2
and the awesomeness displayed through randomly throwing some branches, if this
guy's thoughts turned wicked, her little two legs were far from enough for her
to escape.
However, before she even had time to move her b.u.t.t, the
person began to speak.
"Girl, the night's frost is heavy. I'm very cold."3
1. Basically means any idiot would realize, i.e. if she
counted with her fingers. I am sure those of you who read Emperor's Domination
are familiar with this term
2. Type of martial training that allows user to be as light
as a feather and do gravity-defying moves (shown here by the guy lying on a
skinny tree branch), also characterized by extreme speed
3. Sometimes used by guys to try to pick up
girls (I'm cold, hold me plz)