Chapter 2, Distinguished Guests and Their Dogs

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The moonlight was cool and serene that night

Having spoken, she did not even glance at Yan Jingchen and turned to leave

Yan Jingchen was so startled that he immediately withdrew his hand, but it was still a moment too late. His five fingers were marked with a neat red line, initially showing the whiteness of his skin. After a while, bright red blood began to seep out, silently dripping onto the dark ground.

Twilight surged layer upon layer, the dull colors enveloping the world, the vibrant green of the leaves transformed into a murky gray-green, appearing filthy and suffocating. Floating against this somber backdrop was a gentle youth, his twisted brows and eyes unfamiliar and frail

And the starlight flickers strangely, wavering and uncertain, like the ever-changing and tumultuous human heart

Congratulations, you have found your poodle

After a while, Meng Fuyao suddenly laughed

Upon entering the villa and passing through the training ground, she could return to her room. The training ground of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect is one of the top large training grounds in Taiyuan, vast in area and grand in scale, rarely used on ordinary days. Meng Fuyao entered through the gate with an impassive demeanor, expecting to leave smoothly, but a glance from the corner of her eye took her by surprise

"Trust me, Yan Jingchen, you will feel pain, sooner or later"

She turned her back to Yan Jingchen, and with a gentle smile, her expression was as cool as the newly risen crescent moon

Fuyou! Yan Jingchen suddenly rushed forward, reaching out to grasp her sleeve. His voice, tinged with a sense of helplessness and difficulty that was more pronounced than in the illustrations, was low as he said, "Fuyou... actually, I like you..."

Before long, a swirling mist began to rise above her head, and a faint azure light emanated gently around her, slowly ascending and coming to a halt at her chest.

Initially, Meng Fuyao excavated the grave too vigorously, inadvertently piercing through herself. After this incident, she inexplicably lost all memories from before the age of five. From the age of five onward, she was subjected to torment and rigorous training by a deceased old Taoist for ten years. During this decade, she practiced the "Breaking the Nine Heavens" technique, which is divided into nine levels, and only reached the peak of the third level. At this point, her true energy ascended, condensing into a jade-like form, primarily focusing on all forms of feminine techniques.

Descending to the halfway point of the mountain, passing through a hidden valley, one arrives at the magnificent Xuan Yuan Mountain Villa, built against the mountain with its flying eaves and bracket sets extending continuously.

This practice had passed through the long night and into the bright morning, and by the time Meng Fuyao opened her eyes, it was already afternoon

"Keep your affections for your poodle!" Meng Fuyao laughed coldly, raising her finger. A cold light suddenly appeared between her fingers, and as she lifted her hand, the light flickered like lightning, striking directly at the sleeve that was being grasped.

Vaguely recalling the day she first met him, amidst the pouring rain and wind, she fell heavily into the mud, seeking to become a disciple of Lin Xuanyuan; remembering the gentle smile of the young man standing beside Lin Xuanyuan at the mountain gate in the rain, she recalls the hand he extended to her that day, long and clean, warm as spring

I..." Yan Jingchen paused, a layer of somberness enveloping his features. After a while, he said, "Fuyao, my wife, will also hold a position of esteem in the Five Continents in the future. Beauty, talent, martial skills, and status are all indispensable, especially the need for adequate aptitude; otherwise, it would bring shame to my family

Meng Fuyao took a step back, staring blankly at Yan Jingchen, whose face appeared somewhat ferocious due to the loud shout.

Her smile is like a flower blooming in the dim silence, somewhat desolate, yet more so a resolute and brilliant beauty

She smiled, yet there was no trace of joy in her eyes; her voice was deep and cold, like a blade poised to be drawn, glinting with a chilling light in its sheath

Meng Fuyao wanted to speak, but suddenly her words became stuck in her throat

"Good, good." She lightly brushed her sleeves towards Yan Jingchen, her gesture resembling the act of sweeping away the dust from her sleeves along with Yan Jingchen himself. She said softly, "I understand that you cannot bear the thought of your wife being a talentless fool in martial arts. You cannot endure the idea of attending national banquets and gatherings with such a fool, only to be ridiculed both openly and behind your back. You cannot tolerate the notion that your flawless noble son life could be tarnished by an incompatible wife... Yan Jingchen, believe me, Pei Yuan will be a perfectly admirable wife. With her by your side, it will be like a noblewoman walking her prized poodle, elevating your status wherever you go, complementing each other perfectly."

The air is filled with a heavy and uneasy atmosphere

"Do not speak on behalf of the Yan family; speak for yourself."

Meng Fuyao took out her disguise tools from her pocket and hurriedly applied a sleazy makeup in front of the stream. All along, her appearance had only been revealed in front of Yan Jingchen.

Meng Fuyao does not wish to stay here for even a moment longer; she is preparing to pack her belongings and leave immediately

The blade had not yet arrived, but the chill was already pressing upon people. Yan Jingchen initially thought that Meng Fuyao would not be ruthless, still tightly gripping what he did not want to let go. However, Meng Fuyao did not even pause; with a swift motion, she flicked her hand towards his five fingers.

The "Breaking the Nine Heavens" technique, the "unspoken secret" of her true master, the old Taoist who has passed away

This may be acceptable, but more importantly, the desire deep within oneself to achieve it is likely to remain a distant dream.

Ah... I should have discovered it long ago, yet I was willingly immersed in the warmth of that youth's companionship, never awakening.

Fuyiao, you are good at everything, but unfortunately... your talent is just too lacking

Meng Fuyao even spotted a few men in the crowd who were composed and full of energy, their demeanor far surpassing that of ordinary individuals

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Biting her lip, Meng Fuyao stood up and strode down the mountain. Calculating the time, Yan Jingchen should have already left today.

Today, the training ground was unexpectedly filled with over a hundred people, dressed in various colors. Each group occupied a corner of the venue, and it appeared that several sects had come simultaneously to challenge the Xuanyuan Sword Sect

Only the sound of the wind rustling the garments remains in the world, resonating softly.

Meng Fuyao suddenly interrupted his incessant talk

Then, the sound of my master's slightly awkward cough echoed, accompanied by the sarcastic remarks of numerous senior brothers and sisters, mixed with the clear sound of long swords being drawn from their sheaths, creating a lively atmosphere

All disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, except for Yan Jingchen, have arrived, forming a circle. Their expressions are serious and worried, and some of the senior brothers appear to be injured, spitting blood in anger as they lean on their swords

Fuyao, your situation is such that your family will not allow me to be with you. The Pei family is of royal lineage, and my family is of a lower status in comparison. This time, the proposal was originally without hope, but I heard that it was personally agreed to by A Yuan. Since the Pei family has already accepted, there is no reason for them to regret the marriage. Our Yan family cannot afford to offend the Pei family either

Meng Fuyao smiled sarcastically, waved her hand with the force of swatting a mosquito, driving away those memories she did not wish to recall, and closed her eyes to cultivate her energy

Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged on the ground, lost in thought as she gazed at the thin crescent moon. She felt that, in all her memories, this night’s moon seemed the coldest, surrounded by a bluish halo that sent a chill to the heart.

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I, Meng Fuyao, did not look back, my silhouette upright, outlining an unyielding figure in the deepening night. I want you to remember, some mistakes, like the wound you just inflicted, may go unnoticed at first, but over time, they will cause you pain and bleeding.

Yan Jingchen was provoked by Meng Fuyao's shout, which ignited the pride and anger of the noble young master, who exclaimed, "I! I have had enough of your lack of ambition! I have had enough of the feeling of being ridiculed because of you!"

As soon as Meng Fuyao opened her eyes, she frowned and sighed. It had been half a year since she reached the third peak, yet she had not made any breakthroughs. If she continued to stagnate, how could she participate in the Zhenwu Conference? What could she use to tell others that "it will hurt sooner or later"?

Meng Fuyao frowned, knowing that the martial arts atmosphere was intense across the five continents and seven nations, with various sects frequently challenging one another. It was highly likely that someone was looking for a venue again.

In the Five Continents, without strength, one will be looked down upon for a lifetime

You ... ...

She raised her eyes and stared intently at Yan Jingchen, but Yan Jingchen did not look at her, his gaze fixed on a half-wilted flower ahead, speaking rapidly.

Fuyou, in fact, I like you

Before approaching, a commotion could be heard; amidst the clamor, someone shouted sharply, "The Xuanyuan Sword Sect is reputed to be one of the three major sword sects of the Taiyuan Dynasty, yet it doesn't even have a decent disciple"

Fuyiao, you need to work harder. What will you do like this in the future