[Transmigration] The War God's Consort

Chapter 24

The palace maid was so frightened that she couldn't speak. Trembling, she pointed to the woman lying half-reclined on the large bed, and it seemed that it was indeed true that Princess Lian was seriously ill.

The man had no time for further words. He pulled a thin weapon from his waist and "whoosh!" rolled it over the bed, intending to hoist the blanket onto his shoulder as well. However, his instinctive alertness made him tremble, and he threw the blanket away! Even so, he couldn't avoid the few faint starlight points in front of him!

He gritted his teeth, raised his left arm, and three silver needles shot into his arm. The wound went numb, and he immediately drew a gleaming dagger, slicing it off in one fell swoop! A large chunk of flesh was casually tossed to the ground, instantly turning into a bloody mess. Without uttering a sound, he took out a folding cloth, held it up to the wind, and scalded the wound with it, burning a patch of flesh. The wound stopped bleeding. These actions were incredibly practiced, happening in the blink of an eye.

A gust of wind swept past his head. The palace maid who was boiling medicine waved her fan and the woman who had jumped out of the quilt clasped him from behind. He pulled out a bottle of pills from his pocket, threw two into his mouth, and swiftly swung his soft sword, quickly severing their necks in the terrified eyes of the two women.

He tried to gather his energy, but found that his internal strength had indeed been completely lost, and there was something wrong with the smell of medicine in the room!

Qingying didn't have time to think and rushed outside. As soon as he got outside, a huge fishing net came crashing down on him! He was prepared and rolled on the ground to barely avoid it. The wind howled all around and a barrage of arrows came raining down. He had lost all his internal strength and could only rely on his lightness skill to dodge a few arrows, but he couldn't avoid them and was hit in the leg and right shoulder!

Qingying leaped onto the wall using the flying arrow, then flung the poison sand from her arms. Several guards who followed her were immediately poisoned, clutching their faces and screaming as they fell off the wall in large numbers.

At this moment, Qingying had already vanished into the darkness, leaving no trace.

"Chase him! He's already injured and can't have gone far! Prince Yue has ordered that the entire Western Qin palace be searched to find the assassin!" A guard behind the wall shouted angrily, and rows of soldiers responded and quickly scattered in all directions of the palace to search for the assassin.

Homeland of Qin, Chapter Forty-Six: I Hope You Remember

Feng Xinglie stood lazily on a high branch, his brows slightly furrowed, witnessing the entire process without missing a single detail.

What a cunning trap! Even she, if she were to fall into this trap, would likely be in a sorry state, and her fate might not be much better than that of the man in blue.

However, while the trap was cleverly designed, it also had many flaws. The surrounding guards were deliberately scattered, not as eerily silent as those in typical traps, which usually makes people unconsciously lower their guard. But given Qin Yue's feelings for Lian Ji, and Lian Ji's seemingly weak but inwardly stubborn and strong-willed nature that could almost rival hers, could she be protected without a large number of skilled warriors? Could she be imprisoned without a large number of guards?

Lian Ji's strategic acumen is no less than hers, so would Qin Yue really trust her to live in the main hall? Would she really trust her to be cared for by only a few palace maids?

Feng Xinglie chuckled dismissively, "How could that be!"

This is a series of interconnected and tightly linked schemes that cleverly exploit people's psychological weaknesses. Anyone who does not understand Lian Ji's temperament and Qin Yue's feelings for her, and who intends to plot against her, will naturally be lured into the trap by the surrounding environment. How could Qin Yue's few stupid subordinates have come up with such a tight and terrifying trap?

Qin Yue probably set this trap with Feng Xinglie as her target, but Feng Xinglie himself would never fall into it.

Even though there was no trace of Lian Ji in this vast palace, this exceptionally intelligent woman had already left her with the best possible information.

I never expected that Lian Ji would get involved too!

Feng Xinglie was even more suspicious that this invitation to the Lie Army, Qingqiu, and Ling Army might have been orchestrated by Lian Ji. After all, Qin Yue always overthought things and lacked decisiveness. If he had considered the pros and cons of inviting various forces, he might not have made such a move.

It's a complete mess! Utter chaos!

Lian Ji, your move clearly indicates that if I arrive, I should stop and not interfere in your affairs. What exactly is your intention?

The night sky was covered with dark clouds, and although the bright moon shone, it could not pierce through the darkness. A large number of soldiers searched for the assassin between the palace walls, and shouts of "Catch the assassin!" echoed all around. The echoes lingered, growing louder and farther away. Feng Xinglie was slightly taken aback; the man in blue had not been captured.

Having suffered such a deep wound from love and faced such a predicament, she still managed to escape from a large horde of soldiers! That person acted decisively, and for survival, their methods were far more ruthless and vicious than hers. Why would such a person target Lian Ji? When did Lian Ji get into this trouble? Her thoughts raced. This Han City was indeed starting to become unsettled.

However, since Lian Ji must have her own plans for not letting her interfere, Feng Xinglie didn't want to be presumptuous and interfere, lest she inadvertently ruin her scheme and make things worse.

With light steps, Feng Xinglie slowly disappeared into the night breeze, a hint of arrogance playing on her lips. What a load of crap, the imperial palace! No matter how heavily guarded it is, it's still a place I can come and go as I please! As long as it's not a gathering of all the imperial guards, Feng Xinglie is confident she can fight her way out. But with her cunning, how could she allow herself to be surrounded?

"I'm not some stupid fool who's recklessly rushing in to his death!" Feng Xinglie looked at the chaos below and secretly felt a rare pity for the poor scapegoat who had paved the way for her.

Immediately afterward, Feng Xinglie swiftly flew over the city walls and headed towards Qin Yue's military camp outside the city.

Although it's unclear what Qin Yue's true intentions are, understanding the troop deployment within the capital is enough to determine whether Qin Yue plans to take action. No regime can function without force; the bargaining chips and sincerity in negotiations can be gauged simply by observing whether he has heavily fortified his forces.

In addition, Ling Yuxiang and his group should arrive in Hancheng in a few days. By finding out the situation of the army in advance, she can make arrangements for a way out in advance, so as not to be caught off guard. In fact, gathering information has become a habit of hers. Without such keenness, even if there were ten more Feng Xinglie, they would have been ambushed and killed by someone due to negligence. How could she be as carefree as she is now?

With the capital in chaos, Qin Yue will surely send someone to instruct the troops stationed outside the city. Why miss such a golden opportunity?

Although Feng Xinglie was a self-confident expert, she always acted cautiously. However, she was allowed to come and go freely in the Western Qin military camp. She tiptoed to the outside of the general's tent, deftly poked a small hole, and carefully observed.

Inside the tent was a middle-aged general. The surrounding furnishings were extremely simple, with nothing unusual about them. It seemed the person hadn't arrived yet...

Just as he thought of this, a series of screams suddenly came from the distant gate. Feng Xinglie's expression changed, and he realized something was wrong. Without thinking, he took off like an arrow on a bowstring.

Damn it, someone else has their eyes on this place too! Just now I was laughing at that woman in blue for being a scapegoat, but now she is also facing a situation where she is surrounded by enemies. There may not be many experts in this important military camp, but even ants can entangle an elephant. Even if they use a human wave tactic, they can still exhaust her to death!

There were few soldiers on night watch around the camp, and no one expected that someone would launch a frontal attack on the main camp. Although the torches lit up the area one after another, they were not very fast. However, they were still far from the outside, and the chances of leaving the camp without alerting anyone were too small. After thinking it over, he darted into the shadows like the wind, covered the mouth of a lone soldier, knocked him unconscious with a chop to the neck, casually put on his clothes, pressed the man's pressure points, and threw him into an inconspicuous bush. He picked up the torch beside him, wiped the ashes on his face, and quickly rushed into the panicked soldiers, shouting loudly.

"Someone's raiding our camp! We must head to a distant location immediately!"

Amidst the firelight, a large group of disoriented soldiers finally found their way and rushed towards the distant gate.

Feng Xing quietly slipped away without making a sound, and slowly wandered outside among the crowd.

The bloodstains on the ground were horrifying. A group of soldiers surrounded a brocade-clad guard who was lying paralyzed in a pool of blood. The horse had been torn in two. The bloody scene made Feng Xinglie frown. The guard's hands were severed at the shoulders and he was already dead, but his face still showed fear. The bag he was carrying on his back had been cut in half with a sharp weapon and was empty.

This was clearly the work of a highly skilled martial artist. Based on this method alone, Feng Xinglie could tell that the person's martial arts were no less than his own. The person's purpose was obviously the item on the guard's back. Perhaps he had also witnessed the chaos in the palace, connected it with the military camp's secret order, and intercepted the secret report halfway.

Feng Xinglie didn't have time to consider who it was at that moment. She glanced around; the military camp was nestled against the mountain, but it was still some distance away. If more people joined in, she wasn't confident she could break through.

There were horses all around, so he decided to give it a shot! Feng Xinglie decisively pushed off with his feet, already mustering all his strength, and charged out at lightning speed!

"Catch him!" The person behind her was rather slow to wake up, only shouting after she had run quite a distance. However, to her dismay, a group of imperial cavalrymen rushed out of the military camp. No matter how light and strong she was, she couldn't compete with the fast horses!

Okay! You guys are awesome! I surrender!

Feng Xinglie suddenly turned around, drew out a finely crafted short dagger hidden close to his body, and stared fiercely at the four fast horses in the distance, calculating which unlucky fellow would "give up" one of the fast horses.

Before the person on the other side even reached her, the sound of horses' hooves behind her drew her attention. The rider was there in the blink of an eye, and with a swift movement, he grabbed her, hoisted her onto his back, and tossed her in front of him.

"Don't move, I'll take you away!" The familiar, cool and gentle voice came once again, but Feng Xinglie was being held in front of him, and the horse was galloping wildly, so he couldn't turn around to look at him.

"What exactly are you planning to do!" Feng Xinglie roared angrily, unable to move. "It's none of your business! Even if I owe you a life, I didn't ask you to save me. When did you start meddle in other people's affairs like this!"

“I can’t explain it to you right now, but I wasn’t the one who intercepted that secret report!” A firm voice whispered in Feng Xinglie’s ear. He held her tightly, as if extremely unwilling to let go, and his tone gradually became heavy: “Xinglie, you have to be careful. I don’t know what will happen in Hancheng this time. It’s very chaotic right now, and I can’t be by your side every time.”

"When did I ask you to be by my side! You...you should know me..." Feng Xinglie was furious. How could this person be so ungrateful! Doesn't he know that continuing like this is a complete loss! One Xi Suifeng is enough. This person is completely different from Xi Suifeng! Is it fun for her to carry such a heavy emotional burden?

"I know who you like, and I never thought of taking you from him!" The man's warm body emanated an astonishing aura, his words and actions completely at odds, his hands tightly holding hers without any intention of loosening. "He is very suitable for you, and he understands you. I knew back then that since you listened to him and took the medicine to detoxify, he must have a place in your heart. I never thought of possessing you, but I hope you can remember that."

"I will not let any of those who hurt you go! I will repay those who caused you pain a thousandfold! Xinglie, remember me, I only hope that you will remember me!" He seemed to be smiling coldly and gently. Feng Xinglie's mind was in turmoil. Suddenly, he felt a force pushing him outward from his waist. She had already flown off his horse and landed at the foot of the mountain.

As soon as she turned the corner, her pursuers could no longer see her. Her clear, bright eyes glanced back at her in the darkness, and finally she mounted her horse, leading a large group of people away into the distance.

Feng Xinglie gritted his teeth, and it took a lot of effort for you to resist the urge to rush out and settle scores with him. You then went up the mountain.

This is getting more and more bizarre! Men these days are all going crazy!

Homeland of Qin, Chapter 47: The Crimson-Eyed Demon

After wandering through the mountains for three days and three nights, dodging several search teams, Feng Xinglie unexpectedly discovered that this mountain forest outside of Xiqin was indeed a good place. The mountain streams provided ample water, there were many kinds of animals, and several cliffs and precipices. If it weren't for the Xiqin army nearby, which would be distasteful, it would be an excellent choice as a place to live in seclusion.

After so many years of fighting and manipulating power, it would be a lie to say he wasn't weary. Everyone yearns for a secluded, idyllic life, and Feng Xinglie was no exception. He gazed intently at the small waterfall and pool before him, surrounded by a dense peach grove. The scenery was breathtaking, and he dreamt of setting aside worldly struggles and all worldly affairs to quietly retreat and live a secluded life with him, watching flowers bloom and fade, witnessing sunrises and sunsets…

However, such sentiments were completely unrealistic. Feng Xinglie gave a mocking yet relaxed laugh, took off his dusty clothes, and jumped into the water with a "plop." The cool sound instantly reached his head, and the fantasy in his mind vanished. She couldn't let go of it now. The life in the idyllic paradise might be wonderful, but it was absolutely not suitable for her at this moment.

It's not that they can't see clearly or understand, it's just that there can never be no conflict in the world. Even in places unseen by the human eye, even if they can hide and pretend not to see, they still understand in their hearts and will still care.

Leaning against a protruding boulder, her cascading black hair spread out in a blazing down. The midday sun shone even more brilliantly and intensely on her, making her already fair skin appear even more translucent. She squinted her eyes, relaxing leisurely, a hint of helplessness flashing across her gaze. The man was right; those gruesome wounds were no longer visible at all. At this moment, she truly resembled a mountain spirit.

What should have been a peaceful time turned strange under the strong smell of blood.

A person appeared beside the pool at some unknown time—a bloodied figure rolling on the ground.

He had a large, gruesome burn on his left arm, and half an arrow was still stuck in his right shoulder and left leg. He had countless wounds all over his body. His green clothes had long since turned dark red. The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss was enough to make him unable to move. Yet he was still able to slowly wriggle his body toward the pool of water.

His vision was already blurred, and he could only smell the water in the air; survival was an instinct.

Feng Xinglie squinted and turned his head. When he saw the aura of that thousand-year-old ice, even the sunlight seemed to dim.

A pair of frightening red eyes came into view, and Feng Xinglie suddenly frowned, his eyes revealing countless surprises and realizations. It was him! The man in blue who broke into the Western Qin Imperial Palace at night! But that face was actually... She calmed her breathing, her mind racing, and slowly walked towards the water's edge.

The man in blue climbed to the edge of the pool, painstakingly dipped his hand in water, and wiped it on his face to clear his head. Suddenly, he stopped and raised his face.

In the pool, a stunningly beautiful woman, her gaze mocking, surveyed him. She wore only a small piece of cloth, most of her body exposed, showing no shame or fear. Deep within her eyes, however, gleamed the familiar coldness and killing intent. It was her! Yet, seeing her fair skin bathed in sunlight, his heart, frozen for a thousand years, stirred slightly. What was this strange feeling…?

Feng Xinglie coldly watched the person struggling on the edge of life. His crimson eyes and brows were striking, and his handsome face, though seemingly wicked, revealed the deepest indifference, numbness, and astonishment. Seeing the cold killing intent she revealed, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, but within his despair, there was a hidden depth of unwillingness, sorrow, and hope.

How could someone, even in this state, still refuse to give up even the slightest hope of survival?!

"Hey! Need any help?" She smiled gently, relaxed and languid, and the tension and suspicion vanished without a trace. She never liked to cause trouble, but in that instant, she seemed to see herself struggling in his eyes.

"You..." Seemingly unable to believe Feng Xinglie's attitude, the man in blue, who had already prepared himself for death, suddenly raised his eyes, as if trying to see something on her face. But to his disappointment, he couldn't see anything. Feng Xinglie's face was expressionless except for that lazy look.

"You, you're not afraid of me?" The extremely strange tone made Feng Xinglie raise an eyebrow.

"Why should I be afraid of you? I'm wondering why you're not afraid of me."

This...this...what kind of deadly arrogant tone is this? The man in blue felt like he couldn't catch his breath and almost suffocated. He didn't know if it was because of his serious injuries or because he was so angry.

"Who do you think you are? Why would I be afraid of you?" He finally managed to exhale, gritting his teeth in resentment. It was always others who feared him; when had he ever feared anyone?

"Yes! Of course you should be afraid of me. Who told you I'm human?" Feng Xinglie looked at his charming eyes and suddenly felt a surge of anger. He couldn't help but have a playful thought and chuckled coldly, "I am a demon, my Great Pavilion Master. Even you can't find out my origins. What other explanation do you think there is?"

"A demon?" The Green-Clad Pavilion Master scoffed, his sinister laugh filled with cynicism: "If you are a demon, then what am I? Can't you see my eyes? Tell me, what am I, with my demonic eyes?"

Feng Xinglie rolled his eyes at him, puzzled: "You didn't hurt your brain, did you? How come you don't even remember who you are? What a joke! If you don't even remember yourself, how am I supposed to know who you are?"

"Cough cough..." The Green Robe Pavilion Master stumbled again, feeling that if he continued talking to this woman, he would be close to death. She clearly knew what he meant, but avoided the topic and said such nonsensical things to anger him!

“Actually…” Seeing him coughing so hard he could barely breathe, Feng Xinglie finally had a change of heart. To prevent him from coughing to death on the spot, she gave him a bright smile, calmly gazing into his crimson eyes, her eyes sparkling, and sincerely praised him: “Actually, your eyes are very beautiful.”

The coldness and rigidity in those red eyes were finally shattered. The Green-Clad Pavilion Master stared at her almost blankly, and roared in a strange and astonished voice, "Beautiful? You say it's beautiful?" A deep sorrow seemed to overflow from those eyes, sweeping across the sunlit world, but the excessive surprise made him almost lose the ability to think and act.

"Isn't it? Red represents passion. Such beautiful eyes, and you call them 'eyes of a demon'? Tsk tsk, are you out of your mind?" Eyes of a demon? It's just an abnormality caused by a genetic mutation, yet it's labeled as demonic. That's utterly vile feudal superstition!

The Green Robe Pavilion Master almost wanted to abandon his composure and start cursing, thinking, "You're the one with a problem in your head!" However, besides anger, a bitter feeling welled up in his heart, which made him unable to utter a curse.

He thought he had grown accustomed to being seen as a demon, a monster, ostracized, ridiculed, and hated by everyone. He was used to everyone plotting against him, wanting to kill him, and having to pretend to be strong and lick his wounds alone in his loneliness. Yet, did he ultimately not yearn for, hope for? Finally, someone could look calmly into his eyes, without mockery, ridicule, pity, or fear. His supposedly numb heart was stirred with such intense emotion!

Did Heaven see my pain? Is this sunshine that I'm receiving? After experiencing so much suffering, he still has such naive thoughts.

"I'm not lying to you. My name is Liu Wuge, the demon in the martial world who has taken countless lives, whose hands are stained with blood, feared by both the righteous and the wicked, and whose name strikes fear into the hearts of all the sects in the martial world." He finally spoke softly, his melodious tone already carrying a hint of anticipation and a touch of fear.

The number one assassin in the world from Tianyi Pavilion? No wonder, Feng Xinglie's eyebrows twitched.

Those beautiful, bewitching crimson eyes spoke of so much pain, so much sorrow. He awaited her answer, knowing it might instantly plunge him into hell, yet he couldn't resist throwing out the last vestige of his humanity. The twinkling starlight, hazy and profound, clung to him with a deathly despair. He was afraid! How could someone like him be afraid? How long and how far would this world wound him?

Perhaps she should have killed him with a single blow, which would have saved her a lot of trouble and ended his painful life. Everyone has to die eventually, and death might have helped him suffer less, wouldn't it? However, Feng Xinglie ultimately couldn't bring himself to deliver that simple and decisive blow.

How similar this person's past was to hers back then! Both were struggling, both were afraid, both longed for that sliver of kindness and warmth. No one can truly get used to pain; they only force themselves to. Only those who have been hurt and suffered can understand the feeling. This person's heart was even more fragile than hers…

"Damn it, this is such a hassle!"

He muttered a curse under his breath, then with a surge of inner energy, he suddenly turned around. In the blinding sunlight, water splashed through his vision, and in the blink of an eye, his robes were on. Feng Xinglie grabbed Liu Wuge and then chopped off the hand that reached out from the woods to strike him.

"Didn't anyone tell you that you need to give each other a heads-up before sparring?"