Empress Fu Yao [Volume 1] (COMPLETED)✔

I'll follow your lead

His body's light, strange scent was fragrant like wine. When his robes wrapped around her, the mesmerizing fragrance drifted into the air, igniting all of Meng Fuyao's logical faculties with a bang. Fuyao froze in place, afraid to move, and was temporarily unable to respond to this impending crisis. She faintly heard a low chuckle by her ear, his breath brushing against her earlobe and lightly tingling.

That tingling sensation was an itch inside her heart, an itch she wanted to relieve herself of like a cat. Meng Fuyao heard her heartbeat fly upwards, while her face burned so hot that she fell into a feverish haze.

Her body that had never been felt by a man before was now instinctively going soft. Her mind, however, was continuously reminding herself to stay clear-headed. Meng Fuyao stretched out her two hands to desperately brace herself against his chest, and just when she was about to exert force to free herself, her palms suddenly heated up.

Like a river breaking through its dikes, a warm stream surged through the places where the two connected, gathering in Fuyao's slightly blocked four limbs and eight meridian channels [4]. The arriving energy was dense and mellow, like the spring sun or a hot spring, vigorous and drawn out.

The warm flow was like a pair of tender hands, displaying a mysterious technique inside Meng Fuyao. The torn meridians from her injuries were surgically healed one by one, the toxins driven out bit by bit, and even the almost completely evaporated inner qi within her dantian5 started to slowly recollect together and condense, the qi rippling and swirling more plentiful and lively than ever.

Her pale face gradually recovering its healthy red, Meng Fuyao stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the smiling while eyes-closed man. He was actually using this method to heal her wounds? Who was he? How did he know her situation? Why was he helping her?

Her eyes couldn't help but search his body up and down. Men of the Five Regions Continent liked wearing accessories on their clothing to show their status, and looking at the extra stuff they wore could give a general idea of their background. Unfortunately this person clearly did not follow the common trends, as besides his inconspicuous light-colored robe that was made of uncommon materials, nothing else could be seen.

Meng Fuyao's vision finally fell on the man's slowly retracting right hand, where the previously noticed mark was now seen a little clearer to be vaguely shaped like a flower petal.

Feeling her sight, the man still didn't open his eyes but lightly said, "The inner qi that I have lent to you will only have effect in the next three hours. If you want to use it, you'd better hurry."

Meng Fuyao started, only reacting to what he said after a few seconds. She suddenly leapt up, looking at him in shock and stuttering, "Who are you? How do you know ... do you know ..."

"You should have known that overdosing on 'Finger Frost' would harm your meridians, yet you ate four strands in one gulp, and was in such a hurry to meditate and recover. If not for revenge, then what for?" The man sat while smiling and raising his eyebrows at her, "Although, I will give you a warning, Pei Yuan's family background is not common power. Are you sure you want to continue?"

"It's not like she can rely on her family to walk over everyone." Meng Fuyao laughed with a few hints of slyness and arrogance. "A debt must be repaid! As for what happens in the future, if she doesn't come for me then just as well, but if she does, I'll escape, and once she relaxes her guard I'll turn around and bite her. You know," she blinked her eyes, "those born into nobility, sometimes actually have less freedom than wandering cultivators like me."

The man glanced at her, laughingly praising her. "Good, pretty good."

Meng Fuyao elegantly smiled.

"Pretty despicable of you."

......

Not looking at the darkened face of Meng Fuyao, the man again began to speak. "Pity that the Profound Origin sect has so many people, and Pei Yuan's martial ability is not weak. As you are right now, just winning against her will be difficult. If you wanted to punish her while also not alarming anyone else, it's going to be easier said than done."

Meng Fuyao examined him. This person must have long been watching on the mountain cliffs, and saw the previous events clearly. After thinking of this her anger welled up, and she hatefully said, "That's none of your business! You didn't help me before, why are you trying to be the good guy now?"

"Before I wasn't on the same mountain, I only saw the movements of you two from far away." The man was not angry, "So do you want it or not? If not I'll take it back."

Meng Fuyao paused, then realized he was talking about the lent internal qi, and grumpily yelled, "I want it!"

Right after her yell the man let out a low chuckle. With a colorful brilliance flowing in his eyes like a galaxy, and a voice with unconcealed humor, "En ... you want it?"

The "En" was said soft and caressingly, full of provocation. Meng Fuyao's words had just come out of her mouth before she realized her wording, and her face flushed red. Before she could think of an appropriate response, the man already grinned while pulling her hand. "Since you want it, then I'll follow your lead ..."

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1. A flower = slang for a hot young guy. Why you ask? Probably cuz girls like to gaze at both pretty flowers and pretty guys

2. Luan = type of mystical bird like the Phoenix

3. Flower of a fig tree in southern Asia sacred to Buddhism
4. The pathways inside the body that hold qi and cultivated power