Chapter 125

  Yang Feng's robust physique completely enveloped the woman, with her blue long gown torn off halfway, revealing her delicate and beautiful upper body. Every inch of her was a perfect curve, making Yang Feng feel his blood vessels swelling, his entire body burning hot, and the spring insect inside him crazily shouting. The beauty under him was also emitting a dizzying charm, her cherry lips red and swollen, slightly raised, and her peach-like cheeks radiating an enticing glow. On her snow-white neck, there was a purple mark, carefully avoiding the poisonous insects' wounds.

  Yang Feng's soul was overturned, and he slowly buried his head in her beautiful and towering twin peaks, but suddenly he was petrified on the spot. On that perfect white and delicate body, upon closer inspection, were countless scars of all sizes, knife wounds, whip marks, burns, and branding irons, leaving ugly traces on her body like a gathering of open sores, winding and spreading like countless insects. Even the snow-white twin peaks were occupied by a long sword scar that traversed her body horizontally.

  This is not Qing Xia! It was as if a sudden clap of thunder had exploded in his mind, clearing his senses instantly. A sharp pain shot through his abdomen and his lust dissipated. He abruptly lifted his head to see Lie Yun's delicate face, then scanned her body covered in wounds, and was shocked beyond recognition.

  Killing a thousand enemies, but losing eight hundred of his own. When Yang Feng thought of this strange and unpredictable woman's identity, he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of sympathy in his heart. For such a weak and delicate woman to survive in this chaotic world, how much hardship had she endured, how many dangers had she faced? Thinking of her usual smiling face, her sharp words, and the times she had saved him, Yang Feng suddenly found himself standing there blankly, his fingers tracing over the scars on her body, his whole person as still as a wooden chicken.

  Suddenly, a drop of tears fell on Yang Feng's palm, and his confused consciousness suddenly cleared. He hurriedly raised his head to look at Lie Yunji. Only to see her opening her misty eyes, a drop of tears slowly slid down, sliding over her lightly trembling face, falling onto the emerald green robe along her sharp jawline.

  Yang Feng clenched his fists, for a moment he was so disgusted with what he had done. He suddenly swung one fist and hit himself hard on the cheek, letting the fresh blood ooze out from the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yang Feng's sudden offense is punishable by death."

  "Don't say that," Lie Yun's weak voice shook his head, bitter smile said, "You know I won't blame you, and in my heart, I even hope you will do this to me. It's just that I didn't expect, under Oslanya's spring temptation, you can still resist the temptation. It seems, you really love her."

  Yang Feng heard her tone was down, and his heart ached, tightly pursing the corners of his mouth, also not speaking. The two of them had been together for three years, and he deeply knew Lie Yun's temperament was as tough as iron, killing people like flies, and being strong-willed, yet unexpectedly she would lower her status and say such words.

  Only to see Lie Yun's hair was gasping for air, slowly putting on his clothes, and said with a bitter smile: "Oslanya got the Stone Lady's Treasure Scroll, the unparalleled poison, but you don't have to be afraid, your body has my years of personally adjusted detoxification sacred blood, even if the Stone Lady came in person, I'm sure she couldn't do anything to you. As for me, I've already lived long enough."

  Lingyun slowly got up, leaning against the stone wall and trembling as she walked to a trunk in one corner. She gently stroked the purple sandalwood pattern on it, muttering softly: "The world is full of wonders, encounters are strange, I have killed countless people in my life, now the cause and effect cycle, the fruit really responds without fail."

  Yang Feng was taken aback, looking at her who seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, could she really be twenty-three years old? However, this woman had a unique poison and beauty preservation technique, so it wasn't surprising. Suddenly, Lie Yun's hairpin covered her mouth, and with a "whoosh" sound, she spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood. Yang Feng was shocked, just about to go over, but Lie Yun's hairpin suddenly stood up straight, blocking the way: "Don't come over, if you do, I might die even faster."

  Yang Feng stopped in his tracks upon hearing this, and saw Lie Yun's hair knot lightly smile and say: "In another hour, the Spring Chirp on your body will naturally dissipate, please endure for a little while longer."

  Yang Feng gazed at her lovely face, feeling a pang in his heart that was hard to express. He let out a deep sigh and said in a low voice: "What's going on here? What does it have to do with the Wu Xian tribe of Nanjiang? Why did Ouyang Siya appear here? Is there some kind of conspiracy?"

  A fierce cloud flashed across her face, and another mouthful of fresh blood suddenly spurted out. Yang Feng could no longer care about her resistance, and with a flash of his body, he hugged her in his arms, using his fingers to press the several major acupoints on her body, feeling her pulse, only to sense that her blood vessels were racing wildly, like a fish swimming restlessly, soft and boneless, leaning against his chest.

  Her face was as black as coal, with tears in her eyes. She said sorrowfully: "It was I who killed Sister Hongshi, my guilt is deserved, and I should have died long ago."

  She had always been proud and strong-willed, ruthless and merciless, never willing to admit defeat. But today she was so disheartened and demoralized, without a shred of desire to survive. Yang Feng's eyebrows were tightly furrowed as he suddenly tore open Lie Yunji's clothes and flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.

  "Yang Feng! What are you doing?" Lie Yunji was shocked and angry, shouting loudly. Yang Feng didn't care, and quickly took off all her clothes, then reached out to tear off his own robes: "If you're taking me because you pity me, I'll hate you for the rest of my life!"

  Yang Feng didn't care about her, Jian Shuo's robust body under the light, radiating a healthy glow, his long arms stretched out, embracing Lie Yun's hair, and instantly kissed Ding's lips.

  Even if she had to go through a lifetime of evil again, at this moment she couldn't help but have misty eyes. These past few days she had been tormented in her heart, and now looking at Yang Feng's robust arms, she only felt weak all over, like a fragile grass, with nothing to rely on.

  In the stone room, it was quiet and still, as if separated from the whole world. The fierce clouds were pressed down by the willow trees, tightly embracing each other, she had a life of wind and rain, for a moment, it seemed that in this life, there had never been a moment as peaceful and calm as this, the worldly troubles, all the hardships, how could they compare to the peace of this moment? The past struggles, at this moment, seemed to have lost their meaning.

  She has long since put life and death out of her mind, her brain is dizzy and she keeps thinking repeatedly. If she gets out of here, will he still follow that woman? In that case, it's better to be locked in this dark stone room forever and never come out again.

  "What a fool, in this world, everyone is waiting for me to die. Why do you want to save and protect me? I'm infamous, it's better if I just died. Back then, I was so cruel to you, hurting and scolding you, why are you still not regretful? You don't even like me, why bother forcing yourself to take in this despicable woman that everyone spits on?" The red candle burned out, Lie Yun's voice faintly echoed within the stone chamber.

  Yang Feng sat beside her, slowly helping her put on her clothes, silent and speechless.

  "But a man like you, who else would bear to hurt you? That woman didn't like you, it's her lack of insight. The flower of fate bloomed and withered, drifting through life, I never thought that before my death, I'd still meet someone like you. If only I could have met you earlier, how wonderful that would be."

  The Lièyún Jì spring breeze was dispelled, and her strength gradually returned. Her eyes fell upon a trunk in the corner of the wall, and she suddenly flung it open. A red glow flashed by, and on the wall before Yang Fēng's eyes, a picture instantly materialized. The woman in the painting wore a red dress with black hair, smiling brightly, looking like a 15 or 16-year-old girl. Her belt fluttered lightly, her red dress blazing like fire, a pair of crescent-shaped eyes filled with joyful laughter, as if she were an innocent child who didn't understand the ways of the world, full of simple and pure innocence. It was actually Lièyún Jì herself!

  "It's really amazing." Lie Yunji smiled and said: "The craftsmanship of Penglai is profound, and it can actually create such a high-quality instrument. We, the Wu Xiang tribe in the south, are actually the poisonous department among the seven departments, in charge of taming beasts and poisonous techniques. However, over the past thousand years, we have not been as steadfast in guarding our own ideas like the people of Penglai. This Shadow Recorder was given to my father by Mr. Tan, Tang Miss's father."

  All she saw was a young man in green clothes standing in front of her, gently brushing away the scattered grass clippings from her forehead, with a gentle and calm appearance, like floating clouds filled with a sense of drifting and detachment.

  The young Liè Yún's hair was tied up in a high bun as she looked up and smiled: "Big Brother Qín, take me with you, let's sneak away without telling Father."

  A young man chuckled and slightly shook his head. At this moment, a fiery red bird suddenly flew from the distant mountain top behind them. On its back was a woman in red clothes with eyebrows as thin as silk and piercing eyes. She held a fiery longbow that curved like a crescent moon, aiming at the man in green clothes and shouting: "Qin Zishu! If you dare to seduce Yun'er again, see if I won't shoot holes through you!"

  The man's eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth, which had been calm and collected, curled into a smile. He swiftly turned around and deflected the woman's arrow attack with ease, chuckling lightly as he said, "Hongshi, you're not brooding on Mount Cangwu anymore; what brings you down here?"

  Yang Feng was shocked, it turned out that the woman was actually Hongshi Wuxian of the Wu Xian tribe who had died six years ago with a great reputation. Moreover, according to what Ouyang Siyan said, she seemed to have been killed by Lieyun Ji's hand.

  Hongshi Wuxia's eyebrows shot up, her hands swiftly drawing and firing arrow after arrow at the young man. The man's body was like a large bird, rapidly spinning and dancing, effortlessly dodging to the side. Yang Feng saw this and secretly admired him in his heart, thinking that this man's lightness skill was truly rare in the world. Hongshi Wuxia's archery skills were sharp and fierce, if it were herself, she could naturally also dodge them, but wanting to be as elegant and agile as him would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

  The fierce cloud beside clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Red Stone sister, didn't you say your archery skills are unmatched in the world? How can you not even hit Qin big brother, aren't you ashamed?"

  Hong Shi's eyes widened in anger, "You ungrateful little hoof, you told the elder that you wanted to go to Tian Xiang Wu Mountain to study magic with me and Lan Ya, but instead you sneak off to meet your lover. Just wait till I tell the elder, he'll break your legs."

  Lingyun saw the situation and became anxious, not caring about the flying arrows between them. She quickly ran to Hongshi Xian's side, hugged her waist and coquettishly said: "Sister Hongshi, Yun'er is afraid, just forgive me this once."

  The man in blue clothes had eyes like water, smiling as he looked at the two women, but Yang Feng felt that he seemed to look at Hong Shi more often.

  The picture ended quickly, Lie Yunji smiled weakly and snapped her fingers, pointing at the device, and a second picture appeared on the wall. Yang Feng looked intently and saw that it was on a high bamboo building, Lie Yunji had her hands under her chin, looking out of the window, leaning lazily against the windowsill. Suddenly, a little girl in purple clothes jumped up to the bamboo building, laughing and leaning on her shoulder, saying: "Little girl, what are you doing? Are you thinking about your lover?"

  Lie Yun's face suddenly turned bright red as she violently pummeled the purple-clad girl behind her. The two girls, who were more delicate than flowers, instantly began to tussle with each other. Suddenly, the purple-clad girl leaned in close to Lie Yun's ear and whispered something. At first, Lie Yun was skeptical and shook her head, but the purple-clad girl repeated herself several times. Lie Yun finally followed her down from the bamboo building, walking for a while until they reached a dense forest. Lie Yun cautiously parted the green grass and vines with her hands, and her face suddenly turned pale.

  Only to see Qin Zishu in a green shirt, with anxious eyes pulling the red-clothed woman, Hong Shi's eyes were shining with tears, but she still firmly pushed his hands away and said in a low voice: "Don't say anything more, I won't go with you."

  Qin Zishu's eyes were like frost and snow as he said in a deep voice, "Is the position of the Holy Maiden of the Wu Xian tribe really that important to you?"

  Hongshi Wuhou bit her lip and said calmly, "The mission of Shi Ji Niangniang weighs on my shoulders. My lifelong dream is to see the revival of the Wu Hou tribe. If you truly love me, you should understand my intentions."

  Qin Zishu let out a deep sigh and shook his head slightly, saying: "You've already conquered the Wu Xian tribe, yet you still want to conquer the Frost Southern Border. After conquering the Southern Border, there's still Nan Chu, and the other four nations, and the entire world under heaven - when will your ambition be satisfied?"

  Hongshi Wuhuan turned around, slowly leaning against the man's body, and said in a low voice: "Zi Shu, I know you're worried about me. But can't people do anything in their lifetime? Isn't there still Yun'er? You can stay in Nanjiang and help me with one arm."

  "No!" Qin Zishu let out a soft sigh, slowly shaking his head, and said in a sorrowful tone: "Why did you have to push Yun'er onto me? Besides you, I don't want anyone else."

  The girl hiding behind the bushes finally couldn't bear it anymore, covering her mouth and turning around to run away from the dense forest filled with flowers and grass, leaving behind a pair of lovers entwined under the moonlight.

  The woman in Yang Feng's arms smiled wryly, her voice as light as a gentle breeze. "I was only fifteen when I saw him again," she said softly. "I was naive and innocent, unaware of the ways of the world, spending my days playing on Mount Cangwu. That morning was the day of our tribe's grand ceremony, and all the female shamans, including Hongshi sisters, went to participate in the ritual. I was alone on the Shaman Peak when he rode up on a white horse from the direction of Tianya River, wearing a long green robe with an air of melancholy about him. But when he smiled, it was so captivating and warm. He asked me with a smile: 'Miss, is this the border of the Wuhan tribe?' From that moment on, I fell deeply in love with him."

  Lingyun's face was pale, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. She slowly leaned her head against Yang Feng's chest, and another illusion appeared on the wall. It was in the midst of heavy rain that young Lingyun stood alone, tears streaming down her face, her shoulders trembling, her complexion even more wretched than it was now.

  She smiled faintly and said in a clear, gentle tone: "I've always thought that if I were Hongshi sister, I would give up all my fame and fortune, follow him to roam the world, and spend my life happily with him, no longer caring about the grudges between tribes. Unfortunately, I'm not her, and it's destined that I won't get even a bit of his love. I hid on the Tianya River for several days without returning home, and Father led the entire tribe to search for me frantically, finally bringing me back to the tribe on the seventh day. Hongshi sister hid behind the crowd, looking at my eyes with sorrow, but didn't dare to come forward. Since I was young, I didn't have a mother, and she almost raised me, so I didn't say anything, only asking Father to let me enter the Qinghua Floating Cave in the tribe to study witchcraft."

  But just in the second month after I entered the cave, Lan Ya suddenly came to tell me that Hong Shi sister was afraid that I would expose her private dealings with a man to the elder, and had already driven him out of Nanjiang, possibly never to return again. I thought my heart was already dead, but when I heard this sentence, my whole body was still trembling wildly, thinking that I might never see him again, I ran out of Qinghua Floating Cave like a madman. Finally, I caught up with him on the Rain Butterfly Peak, he leaned against the Rain Butterfly Stone, wearing a pale green long shirt, his face still had a warm smile, his eyes were gentle and looking at me. But in his hand was Hong Shi sister's crimson arrow, the arrow was deeply inserted into his heart, blood gushing out like flowing water.

  Lingyun's eyes suddenly turned cold, a shadow appeared on the wall, on the mountain peaks of the clear sky, the man in green clothes was covered in blood and leaned against the stone wall, the beautiful girl tightly covered her mouth with both hands, her hair flying in the wind, as if madly wailing loudly.

  Lingyun's voice grew colder, carrying a deep and profound hatred like the boundless ocean: "Before that, I had no idea one person could have so much blood. The red liquid spread throughout the entire Rain Butterfly Peak, even the withered grass and trees carried the bloody smell. He looked at me gently, just like when we first met, but couldn't say a word. However, I knew what he was thinking, he was telling me not to be sad, asking me to forgive him. But how could I not be sad? He was about to die, killed by the person he loved most! I ran back to the tribe like a madman, arriving at Cangwu Mountain and piercing her with one sword. Everyone thought of me as a child, no one knew that my witchcraft had already surpassed hers. Her flying arrows were not by her side, how could she be my opponent?"

  In the illusion, a woman in red clothes had bloodstains on her chest and abdomen, gazing at the child who grew up with her in despair and shock. The child held a bloody long sword, shouting frantically: "He's already dead, why are you still alive? Why are you still alive?"

  The woman in red suddenly widened her eyes, grabbed Lü Yun's collar and tore at it frantically, as if she wanted to say something. Lü Yun looked like a madman, holding his long sword and shouting loudly: "It was you who killed him, it was you who used the witch's red arrow to kill him, I will avenge him!"

  A fierce sword light suddenly slashed down! The red-clothed woman's white neck and throat were instantly splattered with blood, and countless vultures from the southern border swooped down from the high sky. The cold hard wind on Mount Cangwu rolled up the striking blood red in mid-air, drawing a dazzling colorful arc. However, the head that had been separated from the body suddenly let out a mournful and thorough scream, and the desperate and angry eyes shot out of the head like an arrow, crashing into the solid stone wall, gazing at the majestic southern border with unwilling anger. The once-proud figure crashed to the ground, raising large clouds of dust.

  Lingyun Ji's maniacal laughter echoed through the skies as she leapt off the cliff behind Cangwu Mountain, her shrill voice reverberating across the fertile lands of Nanjiang. Behind them, only the purple-robed girl who had been following Lingyun Ji remained, gazing up at the pair of eyes embedded in the stone wall that burned with flames, finally unable to bear it any longer and collapsing to the ground, trembling all over.

  "Unfortunately, after jumping off the cliff, I didn't die as I had hoped, but instead floated downstream, drifting through the ravine, and was finally captured by Oslanya who wanted to kill me. Luckily, I was blessed with good fortune and managed to escape from her clutches, fleeing to Yunshan Village, where I was able to preserve my worthless life."

  Yang Feng let out a low sigh, waved his hand to seal the acupoints on Lie Yun's body, and pulled her clothes back in order. However, he didn't dare fall asleep, looking at Lie Yun's tear-stained eyelashes and tired sleeping face, he couldn't help but feel a pang of tenderness.

  This woman has been strong and stubborn all her life, with a heart as hard as steel, killing people like flies. In reality, she is the loneliest person. She silently guarded her own obsession for many years, living in guilt and self-blame every day, bearing so much that she shouldn't have borne at such a young age, wandering in the shadows of swords and knives, struggling to survive in the midst of blood and rain. These words today may be what she has been wanting to say from her heart all these years, the pain and pressure she has endured are truly unimaginable.

  Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes and looked at the wall emitting a faint purple light, and his eyes lit up instantly!