Empress Fu Yao [Volume 3]

Gu Lingfeng

"We'll first enter a dense forest from this mountaintop," Zhan Beiye pointed from the grass hut window. "There are all kinds of beasts in there, and some could just bite you without any warning. After the forest comes a swamp, which some say is in the forest while others claim it to be outside. No one knows its exact location so we must proceed cautiously. If we don't bump into any soldiers, we can go straight into a cave partially concealed by vines. In there is a path going down and... I don't know anymore."

"Ah?" Meng Fuyao opened her mouth wide. 'Isn't he being too irresponsible?'

"The sponger, also the headman of Gun 1 Tribe, located in the southwestern part of Tiansha, had thrown himself at Grandfather's door after losing his family property. In his records, Changhan mountain range was known as the mountain of death because of this path. It is known to be so dangerous that even he himself had had to travel on it. He only copied some information from the tribal accounts, which stated that the land beyond the karst cave was one with thousands of souls die. I suspect that that is where the ancient Gun Nation leader had died, either alone or with a bunch of men."

Hiccuping, Meng Fuyao rubbed her fists together in excitement. "I can finally use the things I've learned in 'Candle-Blowing Ghosts.'"

"What nonsense," Zhan Beiye cut in, amused by her brazenness. "Gun Tribe is a mysterious tribe of Tiansha. It has many taboos, and even more when it comes to tombs. You must be careful when following me."

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He raised his head and looked toward the Tiansha soldiers, dressed in yellow, who were closing in slowly, his eyes turning darker. He pulled off a few animal skins from the wall, picked up an old pot and scoop us the pile of fire Meng Fuyao had generated. He then kicked the door open and threw the pot full of burning charcoal out.

A soldier screamed upon getting hit, and the rest started dodging and scattering. The path that was once sealed tight had a gap now, and Zhan Beiye hurriedly pulled Meng Fuyao with him. "Let's go."

They moved nimbly, almost like falcons, stepping on the heads of the enemy and dashing toward the dense forest. More started making chase but kept slipping on the muddy ground. Someone was ordering the soldiers from above, and they revealed themselves from behind the layers of trees. They pulled their bows and created yet another arrow rain.

Zhan Beiye covered Meng Fuyao with the animal hide as he dragged her along in the end. Because of the pliability of the animal skin, it was hard for the arrows to cut deep. Either way, the arrows weren't able to catch up with the duo, eventually dropping into the puddles.

Meng Fuyao caught the arrows while running, and after gathering a handful she casually tossed them. Her inner energy wasn't something these ordinary soldiers could match up to, and whenever she attacked a large batch of men collapsed. Toward the end, whenever she made the gesture of sword tossing the soldiers would start running away.

"I'm tossing loneliness, not arrows!" Meng Fuyao laughed out loud.

Lord Yuan Bao tried his best to drill his head before looking up at her with disdain.

"Be careful!" Zhan Beiye let out a low growl, reaching out to press Meng Fuyao downward and causing her to stumble a little and slip three steps behind. The next moment arrows broke the air, sounding extremely fierce and heavy, reaching the spot she would have reached if not for Zhan Beiye's intervention.

Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed, and she turned around.

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On the mountain top located laterally stood a man in a golden robe, holding up a bow. He stood afar but she could still feel his grin.