Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 327

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

With a twist of Epsilon's body, the robes that had been discarded on the ground had suddenly returned to his body, and he carefully wrapped the Empress in the bedsheets, placing her gently on the bed.

After that, he turned unhurriedly to face Meng Fuyao.

When he turned towards her, there was even a hint of humor on his face.

Meng Fuyao felt a slight sense of admiration for this man. Even under such circ.u.mstances, he was still able to maintain his composure. The scene earlier must have been the ultimate form of humiliation for the Empress of Xuanji, and wouldn't it be so for one of the revered Top Ten as well? Even so, he remained apathetic, worthy of his status as a Sect Master in the Top Ten.

Upon seeing how sincerely and lovingly he treated the evil Empress, although she couldn't understand how he had fallen for her, Meng Fuyao still held the utmost respect for his pure and sincere feelings.

Yes, pure.

Standing by that woman's side for more than a decade, being infinitely stronger than her, having so many chances to seize her for himself, yet he had never once tainted her. If not for the series of events that she and the others had plotted, he, Epsilon, would probably have stayed innocently by her side, protecting her to the end.

Such resolve was scarcely seen in most men, especially powerful men.

And precisely because he loved her, he did everything for her, even if it went against his morals. As long as she was happy, as long as it benefited her—for example, trying to split Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao apart.

Meng Fuyao suddenly understood his actions that night on the boat; he was clearly able to take advantage of her, yet he had wasted a lot of time merely teasing her—he had never intended to taint her, he had simply wanted to sow discord between the two of them and achieve his objective.

Everything he did wasn't because he hated anyone or that he wanted to hurt anyone; it was all for the Empress of Xuanji.

Meng Fuyao suddenly felt distracted.

She started thinking about the men by her side who had killed indiscriminately for her. As long as she required it, they would do it. From this angle, it seemed that, actually, they were the same.

Standing from each of their own perspectives, Epsilon was not in the wrong.

Meng Fuyao sighed softly, toying with the golden whip in her hand as she said mildly, “Lord Epsilon if you leave and swear never to bother with Xuanji's affairs ever again, we can call it quits now.”

Epsilon remained silent, standing in the rain, unspeaking, his narrow eyes glistening. After a while, he let out a strange laugh and replied, “Why should I leave?”

Meng Fuyao stared at him. In that short moment, his supple skin had already started to sag, wrinkles appearing around his eyes when he smiled. Once the Virgin Boy Technique was broken, all of his cultivation leaked out, and he was naturally unable to maintain his appearance. The Epsilon now was no longer an insurmountable opponent.

“If I were to leave, I will bring her with me,” Epsilon tilted his head and glanced at the Empress.

“Sorry, that's not possible,” Meng Fuyao said coldly. “Actually, even if I kill you, it's still justified.”

“Then why are we still talking?” Epsilon laughed. “Meng Fuyao, don't think that just because you are one of the Top Ten or that I have lost my Virgin Boy Technique cultivation, that you are now invincible. Even if you break my wings, I can still fly.”

“Then fly for all eternity.” Meng Fuyao smiled slightly. “You don't need to come down anymore.”

Before she finished speaking, there was a flash of golden light!

She was on the golden light!

Whip-like golden rays of light, pencil straight with ferocious piercing power, appeared as Meng Fuyao stepped on it, her body turning into even more ferocious lightning.

Standing straight on the rays, she lifted her feet and the rays spread outwards in a brilliant fan-shaped display, spinning and whistling sharply. From the tip of the whip to the end, several areas contacted Epsilon's body directly!

However, Epsilon merely twisted his body.

He twisted his body, suddenly turning into a twisted dough shape, a flexible and soft but extremely strong twisted dough. With a slight twist, the exquisite lightning and golden rays were scattered in all directions.

Upon landing, his fingers extended out of his sleeve and tapped the tip of the whip lightly, as if he were charming a snake, and the whip instantly turned limp.

Thereafter, he hooked his finger and hooked the whip into his hands.

His actions were as fast as electricity was he twisted and turned without using a hint of true energy, using his years of training entirely.

At that moment, Meng Fuyao finally realized the meaning of the saying that “There was a gulf of difference between the top five and the bottom five among the Top Ten, and there was a world of difference between each member within the top five.” Epsilon was ranked fourth and had already lost the true energy that was the most important to every martial artist, yet he could still hold his ground against her, who was also among the Top Ten!

Now, her compet.i.tive spirit had been sparked; with Epsilon's formidable abilities and skills, fighting to the limits with him would definitely bring her skills to an even higher level!

She curled her fingers, forming a “Phoenix Formation” with her hands. She did not try to retrieve her whip; instead, she reached directly for Epsilon's meridians.

Instantly, Epsilon's face changed. He had lost his true energy and could no longer fight as he wished with Meng Fuyao. He stepped back, his body moving fluidly like flowing water, his steps as light as a feather. It seemed that he could still use Qing Gong, but Meng Fuyao knew that it was merely the innate characteristics of the martial arts technique that Epsilon had cultivated, or else that night on the boat, he couldn't have pretended to be the child sacrifice of the Lishui Gang and fooled even Tie Cheng when the latter had carried him in his arms.

That night on the boat, when she had returned to investigate, her suspicions eventually had fallen on the child—the guards that had been escorting him had disappeared midway.

Epsilon's weightless movements demonstrated that he still had his Qing Gong abilities and was able to execute powerful techniques. As long as he didn't try to fight head-on with Meng Fuyao's inner energy, he could still hold on for a long time. Meng Fuyao glanced up at the sky. She didn't want to spend too much time here; she still had to go to the palace.

Suddenly, she flew up as well.

Fluttering in the air like a piece of paper, she drifted beneath Epsilon's feet and raised her hand, unleas.h.i.+ng Destiny Rebellion in a black arc directly up at him. Epsilon could only move aside, and before he could land on the ground, Meng Fuyao swung again with the same movement and force, intentionally preventing Epsilon from reaching the ground.

Remaining in midair for an extended period of time required true energy to sustain, and given Meng Fuyao's true energy, she could drift around in the air for a long time. However, that was not the case for Epsilon. Every time he was about to land, he was forced to come up again, unable to rest. A mouthful of negative energy began bubbling within him, rising up and causing his head to spin and his eyes to turn blurry.

His eyes flashed angrily as he snorted coldly and said, “Truly as the saying goes, if a tiger stoops to a lower level, it would be insulted by dogs!” Suddenly, he no longer tried to dodge and launched himself at Meng Fuyao directly in a green flash of light.

Meng Fuyao laughed and responded, “If dogs were able to insult you, then wouldn't you be worse than a dog?” With a wave of Destiny Rebellion, a black arc erupted in the air, and the two became locked in combat.

The sky was instantly filled with the sharp clas.h.i.+ng of metal against metal!

Black arcs streaked across the air like a humongous axe, destroying another wall in the room, while the green light was narrow and elegant, like the ceaseless drizzle outside, disrupting the black arcs. Black and green clashed into a bundle, emitting dramatic and beautiful flashes of light. In the midst of it all, there would be the occasional gold flash from the whip that Epsilon had s.n.a.t.c.hed away. Black, green, and gold, it was a truly spectacular battle.

Epsilon still refused to leave the bed containing the Empress. Even though it was obvious that fighting outside would be more advantageous for him, he still chose to fight Meng Fuyao indoors. His moves were elaborate and complex, vastly different from Meng Fuyao's ma.s.sive surges of power. He preferred focusing on the details; within the green and golden flashes of light was a pair of hands moving agilely and swiftly, ferocious and elegant. He could unleash five different techniques in a single moment, and each attack could be unleashed in different directions.

On the 137th move, Meng Fuyao let out a yell and the air was filled with shadows of her sword, forming a net directly above Epsilon's head.

Epsilon suddenly smiled as well.

His narrow eyes glinted, and his body softened, twisting his waist in an instant. Suddenly, he was holding a golden claw, its ends rounded like four paws. It was an extremely intriguing design.

His fingers gripped the golden claw as he closed his eyes and sighed nostalgically, “It's been many years since I've last used a weapon…” Suddenly, the golden claws seemed to extend, locking accurately onto Meng Fuyao's palm and shooting out, the middle claw hooking onto the Laogong meridian in her palm.

Meng Fuyao retracted her hand, feeling a stream of energy spurt out from her hand. The golden claw had actually managed to accurately target the location of her true energy flow. Her heart lurched in surprise; she had not expected Epsilon to have such a powerful weapon. It seemed that it could manipulate the opponent's true energy as it wished or block the flow of its opponent's true energy. It was especially effective for opponents who practiced more aggressive techniques. It seemed that Epsilon was truly a meticulous person; despite knowing how powerful his Virgin Boy Technique was, he still kept a backup weapon.

The golden claw shot forward again, manipulated by Epsilon as he raised an eyebrow and taunted, “You managed to make me take out my weapon…”

“Please, you Top Ten Masters don't have to keep harping on that statement,” Meng Fuyao interrupted, waving a hand and saying, “I'm sick of that statement.”

“It's not too bad to die in the hands of this golden claw,” Epsilon replied mildly. “Since it has already claimed too many lives.” He flicked his fingers and golden hooks shot out from the claw.

Black, green and golden flashes of light once again surrounded the room, causing the bed canopy to rip into shreds as pieces of torn fabric fluttered down like b.u.t.terflies. Immediately, a huge amount of true energy turned the shreds into dust, disappearing before it hit the ground. Outside, the spring rain continued to fall incessantly, yet in this small room, the scene felt as if it were from another world.