Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 300

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They were frustrated and annoyed with the itchiness that engulfed them. The moment they heard that it was because of the clothes, they instantly stripped off everything as they cursed at their heartless superiors would demand that they remain fully clothed even while asleep.

Under the moonlight, they looked at each other's naked bodies and burst out in laughter. Suddenly, with no clothes on, everyone seemed so unfamiliar and different. Cheerily, they started to compare the sizes of their manhood, teasing and mocking one another playfully.

In the campsite, a group of nude men fooled around. Various platoon leaders came out to stop this chaotic scene, yelling for them to return to their tents and take precautions to no avail. The crowd giggled, giving a half-hearted, haphazard reply and continued what they were doing.

There were 20,000 Amethyst Cape Knights in total, and the overall leader was in charge of everyone. Under him, there were 20 platoons with each platoon consisting of 2,000 people. Dividing into sub-platoons, there consist of 500 knights in each sub-platoon. Splitting further, there are teams of 50. Initially, there were only 10,000 people deployed at this area, but ever since the Eldest Princess was tasked to patrol the area, she made adjustments to the manpower. Right now, there were 10,000 and 3,000 people she could freely a.s.sign about. An extra 3,000 knights were forced upon this current leader—with 2,000 people being the offsprings of officials while 1,000 people from another leader. As a result of this fragmented and sudden change, there was a limit to the amount of authority he held—especially when he too was scratching his b.u.t.t.

After scratching for a while, the crowd squatted down by the entrance of the tents, discussing whether the cause of this itchiness was due to the high humidity in the environment.

“Hm, humidity… there are herbs on the mountain that can treat such itchiness. After applying a little, the itchiness will go away. The mountains are filled with it. It's dark green, curved leaves and right on the very top, it has spiky whiskers. You'll recognize it at one glance.”

Just as he finished his sentence, someone yelled from the mountain, “Hey! Why are you still scratching? There's medication on the mountain, and I don't feel the itch anymore!”

A commotion erupted as the naked Amethyst Cape Knights dashed uniformly towards the mountains.

Countless of naked man dashed in the directions of the mountain under the starry light, resembling fishes rus.h.i.+ng into the deep sea. The naked ones very quickly streamed into the mountains from various entrances, disappearing into the darkness of the forest.

“Come back! Come back! You are not allowed to enter the mountains at night!” The Amethyst Cape Knights' leader and vice leaders felt that it was a bad idea, yelling them to come back as they rushed out of the tents.

But those subordinates eager to stop the itchiness at all cost pretended to ignore those orders and scuttled away. The leaders probed their heads out from the tents, scratching their b.u.t.ts as they yelled, “Bring back more for everyone to use—”

The yells danced to the top of the cliff along with the breeze. A certain young lady, with her chin resting on her palm, watched on intrigued by this scene. With a light sigh, she marveled. “What a spectacular sight!”

“Certainly a once in a lifetime scene!”

Zhangsun Wuji stood up. “Tie Cheng and Zhong Yi have finally driven them up the mountains. Let's leave it to them, and next up, it'll be our turn… Dark night and comfortable breeze, the perfect time for a nude run.”

Meng Fuyao laughed. “Dry weather, the perfect time to kill.”

The leader sat in the main tent, scratching away. As he scratched, he thought about the odd stuff that happened tonight. From the epidemic in that town to the itchiness that plagued the entire army of knights, the more he pondered over it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He stood up abruptly and headed to call them back.

Every single one must return! Even if it meant killing those that refused to listen!

He quickly got himself dressed. Just as he was about to call someone in, the curtains of the tent were lifted up, and a person in purple gracefully entered with a smile. “My dear leader, you do not have to call for me. I am right here.”

With a faint smile, that person strolled over. Noticing that person's gaze, the leader felt s.h.i.+vers running down his spine. His instincts, from the many years of experiences he had, warned him that this person wasn't one he would win against and he quickly retreated.

Chi—

That quiet sound of the blade against the skin was a familiar tune for the leader of the Amethyst Cape Knights. He had heard it countless times in his lifetime, but this time was different. This time, it was the sound of his own skin against the blade.

His back was cold. But yet, in the cold, a warmth emerged. The coldness was another's blade, the warmth was his blood.

The leader slowly turned back with difficulty. In his blurred and shaky vision, he could see a youth with delicate features pointing her blade forward with a sinister smile. And he, this time round, was the one hanging from the blade.

That youth's hand remained there st.u.r.dily. It was as though the blade had been fixed there and it was he, the leader, who willingly skewered himself onto the blade.

But that leader knew, that wasn't the case at all.

He had climbed up to his position, in an environment where the strong had preyed upon the weak, step by step. How could he be weak? After countless of blood baths and battles, he could instinctively locate enemies and their killing aura anywhere in ten feet of his radius. But just now, not only did he not know how that person entered, he did not even sense anyone behind him.

This must be the person that ma.s.sacred 100 of the Amethyst Cape Knights, making them search, day and night.

The moment before his death, he could clearly feel that blade slowly pulling out of him, casually splattering blood over his face.

“What a cool style. Very well, from now onwards, call me Meng Splatter Blood,” she decided whimsically.

Meng…

So… it was her.

The leader wanted to open his mouth. He wanted to scream and announce it to everyone that he finally knew who that person was. Unfortunately, Meng Splatter Blood would not give him another chance to struggle.

The very last thing he noticed was a ball of black and white scurrying over, shutting him up with its b.u.t.t.

On the side of the main tent, there were a couple of tents for the vice leaders. They scratched away and discussed the current situation with absolutely no inkling of what was happening in the tent next door.

“Like a bunch of headless flies. Right now, we don't even know who the other party is!”

“Our brothers have died a baffling death in Guanyuan!”

“We have the short end of the stick! The enemy's hidden in the shadow, yet every move of ours is exposed!”

“Stop complaining. We don't have it the worst. Apparently, the brothers who have cooperated with the guards at Shang Feng had to suffer losses but could only bear with them. This group of a.s.sh*les, vicious!”

“What's his highness thinking… Actually working together with the Third Prince.”

“Let's not talk about national affairs, let's not. Whatever the top decides is not something we can doubt!”

Those in the tent fell silent. Xuanji's fight for the throne was something that everyone knew but also a taboo topic. Apparently, every time this national affair took place, a heartless, cruel ma.s.sacre would always flood. The current king had braved the storm of death and he too, chose to continue this tradition, subjecting his heirs to the same experience he had.

Even though he had decided on the heir to take over the throne, he had still allowed for the princes and princess to hold authority in their hands. The most compet.i.tive Eleventh Prince, Eldest Princess, and Third Prince seemed to have been exiled and banished on the surface. Yet, in actuality, they held great power in their hands, controlling the north, central, and west borders, respectively. No could tell what His Majesty was thinking, nor did they dare to.

Someone muttered, breaking the silence, “How odd, why are they taking so long to pluck the herbs?”

“Probably because it's hard to see in the dark,” someone laughed. “Ah, don't remind me of this itch.”

“I'll scratch for you.”

“Who would want that, clumsy as heck an—” One of the other leaders froze in mid-sentence.

This voice… An unfamiliar one!

He looked up and noticed the rest were paralyzed with fear. Under the lighting, their faces paled, resembling a doll. He tried to turn around to see who was behind him to no avail. Forcefully, he looked up and notice a man in light purple smiling with his arms crossed while another youth, strutted over.

Blood was rolling down the tip of his blade as he walked over. Those sticky blood sc.r.a.ps pa.s.sed his dense purple aura, glistening under the light.

He strolled over. As he got closer, the few vice leaders could feel the pressure on their body being released.

They glanced at each other. With all their might, they leaped up, rus.h.i.+ng towards the roof of the tent.

Escape!

The vice leaders were no weaklings. In an instant, they had already reached the top of the tent, and their heads had already made it out of the tent.

They felt relieved. And then, they suddenly felt that their bodies were really light.

Really, really light. The entire body weight was cut down by half, even the heaviest of all was taken away—the soul.

On the roof of the tent, six heads stuck out of it in a deadly fas.h.i.+on. The six faces looked at each other, forming a hexagonal shape at the top of the tent, watching as the death painted their faces white, as the essence of life slowly vanis.h.i.+ng from their pupils.

In the tent, Meng Fuyao wiped her sword as she mumbled to six halved corpses, “How convenient.”

And then, she looked up and knocked against the other half of the corpses.

“Cortizone 10, relieves itchiness fast. Your one and only trustable brand.”

On the mountain, the stark naked Amethyst Cape Knights searched frantically for the herbs. Someone looked behind the rocks and uttered, “Eh, there aren't any of those herbs.”

A person nestled right next to him, searching for the herb. Suddenly, he grabbed and pulled a plant out and exclaimed, “Look, is this it?”

The Amethyst Cape Knights speedily gathered over and eyed the plant with doubt. “Hey, why are you wearing clothes?” One of the knights pointed out, surprised.

That person flashed him a radiant smile and patted his shoulders while driving a knife into the heart. With an innocent voice, he laughed. “You must have gotten it wrong. All humans wear clothes, only beasts don't.”

Behind a shrub on the mountains, a crystal clear lake laid there unsullied. At one glance, one could tell that the water was not polluted and clean to the point where drinking directly wasn't an issue.

As one of the knights pa.s.sed by this glistening water, he was immediately enticed. Calling over his friends, they jumped into the water eagerly. “Feels good!” Someone yelled as they splashed into the water.

“Just take it as showering. Maybe after soaking in this water for a night, we'll get better!”

“Help me scrub my back.”

“Psh, why do you smell like hair, cream, and oil? Tell us honestly, which married woman did you do it with?”

“With your mother!”

“Pei! Looking for death, huh?!”

The splas.h.i.+ng sound lurked in the air as the knights smacked each other playfully. They had been tense recently, and even normally, they seldom had the luxury to bask themselves in nature and fully relax. Teasing each other, their giggles and laughter resounded in the night as they fooled around.