[Transmigration] The War God's Consort

Chapter 29

"Hmph! I'll let you off this time!" Seeing his good attitude, Feng Xinglie finally let go, relieved.

The moment the two clung to each other, they were immediately and seamlessly surrounded by members of the Dark Pavilion and the Blazing Riders, forming a tight human wall. See? See? The Princess is bullying the Prince again! How could they not be quick-witted? Poor Prince, such a henpecked husband! But who can blame him when the Princess is so stunningly beautiful and exceptionally skilled? The next day she'll be bullying someone else; Your Highness, you'll have a hard time crying now.

Ling Yuyang carried Feng Xinglie down, naturally causing another commotion. Although her face was covered, her exposed eyes were languid and alluring; even without seeing her appearance, they were enough to bewitch people. The building and its surroundings were instantly packed with people. An angry Ling Yuxiang swept his icy gaze around, driving everyone away.

As he was about to leave, Feng Xinglie said, "I need to say goodbye to a friend, so it's not convenient for you to go."

Ling Yuxiang never liked to restrict her, so he put her down and waved his hand, saying, "Go and come back quickly, I'll wait for you here."

Feng Xinglie smiled at him and walked to a secluded guest room deep inside Yihongxuan.

Thinking of that charming yet sorrowful man, Feng Xinglie felt a terrible headache coming on. What was bound to happen couldn't be avoided; she smiled helplessly and turned away.

A slender figure appeared before him, and Feng Xinglie's heart sank. A sense of vigilance arose within him, and he asked softly, "Sister, what are you going to do?"

The woman turned around gently, her appearance and reaction were perfectly normal, and she was carrying a bowl of steaming medicine in her hand.

"My mother asked me to deliver medicine to the guests in the room."

Feng Xinglie nodded and stepped forward with a friendly smile: "My guest is in the room. Give me the medicine, and you can leave."

The woman bowed slightly in response, but a sharp glint suddenly flashed in her eyes. As she reached out to hand it over, the basin was flipped over, and the medicine on it was about to spill out. However, something seemed to block her hand, and the basin reversed direction and poured towards her. The woman was shocked and was about to turn around when she felt a pain in her throat.

The blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, instantly severed her carotid artery. Feng Xinglie grabbed the lifeless woman and threw her into the room, then leaped through the broken door.

There was only one room here, and Feng Xinglie had never told Zhang Mama that the person inside was a patient. He only said that the room was unusable. How did this woman know that the person inside needed medicine? She couldn't think of any other reason besides someone wanting to harm Liu Wuge!

"How dare you touch the person I'm trying to save right under my nose!" Feng Xinglie's gaze darkened.

"Liu Wuge! If you're not dead, make a sound!"

"Meiniang?" The person on the bed seemed to have just finished dressing and had just put their feet down. They looked at her in astonishment as she flew in. They must have just woken up.

"Stop talking nonsense! If you have the strength, get up! Someone wants you dead!" As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xinglie's expression changed. He grabbed a table and threw it out. A volley of black, shiny arrows shot in through the window with a series of "thud! thud! thud!" clearly coated with deadly poison!

The murderous intent emanating from all sides made it impossible to tell how many people there were. Four dark figures flashed in, each holding a giant net, and quickly enveloped the two of them!

Feng Xinglie snorted coldly, and with a flash, his black dagger clashed. A series of weapons clashing rang out, but the long net remained completely unharmed. Frowning, Feng Xinglie had no choice but to settle for second best. He grabbed Liu Wuge's blade and slashed upwards, then cleaved the rooftop with his palm. The two of them flew directly to the upper floor. Feng Xinglie kicked a chair away with a fierce kick, smashing through the window. He saw a large swath of arrows forming a net that riddled the chair with holes. Only then did he call out to Liu Wuge, "Get out!"

Liu Wuge had already realized what was happening, his eyes filled with unspeakable emotion. He grabbed her and jumped out first, saying, "I'll go first!"

"You idiot! They're after you! Going out now is suicide!" Feng Xinglie was furious. A blade hidden in his sleeve shot out, decapitating the four men who rushed forward! Earlier, with Liu Wuge nearby, she couldn't act freely due to the giant net restricting her movements, so she had to deal with these people first! Although the net was coated with poison and very resilient, it was still too cumbersome to deploy. Against those with speed as their advantage, especially in open areas, it was ineffective!

"You're just unlucky to have met me."

His ruthless eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light. If you dare to fight me, Feng Xinglie, the price you'll pay will be high!

In her solitary and independent ways, Feng Xing has never followed the fair and square approach. If she can kill someone with one strike, she will never kill them with more than two. With her own high level of martial arts skills and a constant stream of insidious moves, killing these four people who had cast the net would only take a moment.

"Liu Wuge! Are you dead?" Feng Xinglie jumped back into the courtyard and shouted.

A weak yet joyful laugh came from the other side.

"Meiniang wants me dead so badly? Don't worry, this piece of trash won't kill me so easily!" His long, soft sword gleamed, and eight corpses were scattered around him. The wounds on his shoulder and right leg had healed and then reopened, and his green robe was stained with blood, but his face was cheerful.

Feng Xinglie flew over with a dagger, intercepted the four men in black who were entangled with him, and kicked him away.

"Still trying to hold on? If you're looking to die, just say so. I'll give you a quicker cut than they will!"

Liu Wuge pressed his hand against the wound on his shoulder, panting, his charming eyes filled with resentment: "You devil, I'm still a patient! How can I withstand a kick from your precious foot!" Although it was a complaint, the smile on his face was quite pleasant.

"Those who are courting death have no right to complain!" Feng Xinglie glared at him fiercely, not having time to talk to him. He grabbed a handful of dust and threw it at the four of them, coldly laughing, "Using numbers to bully the few is despicable. It's just a pity that you are still far inferior to me!"

He turned and glanced at Liu Wuge again: "Do you know why they wanted to kill you?"

Liu Wuge smiled calmly, suppressing the intense killing intent revealed in his red eyes. Feng Xinglie sighed inwardly, thinking that even after looking at him again, he still thought his eyes were very beautiful.

"Besides the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, who else wants the life of the Heavenly Garment Pavilion Master?"

"Very good!" Feng Xinglie looked at the four people who had been forced back, and perhaps because he was infected by their killing intent, a chilling aura permeated the air.

In that case, there's no need to leave any survivors!

Homeland of Qin, Chapter Fifty-Four: The Lonely Cry of a Tragic Beast

After leaving the last glimpse of the curve in the terrified eyes of the men in black, the four of them collapsed to the ground, their breaths gone. Back in the Feng family, although her assassination skills were not as good as the seventh brother, Feng Xingying, she was still one of the best in the underworld. In terms of her research on the vital points of the human body, strength, and techniques, she was almost on par with him. The only thing she lacked was her upbringing.

In martial arts, speed is the only way to break through defenses. In dangerous situations, Feng Xinglie's Niu Duan is always the fastest and most efficient.

Liu Wuge stared blankly at her, her powerful aura making him tremble involuntarily. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with amazement. She simply stood there lazily, making everyone around her pale in comparison! It was clear that his words that day were not a joke. Why would the number one assassin in the world be afraid of a woman and still keep that lousy title?

"You'd better investigate; there's something wrong with your Yihong Pavilion." Since he claimed to know these people's backgrounds, Feng Xinglie didn't bother to remove their masks. Tianji Tower and Tianyi Pavilion were sworn enemies, and as the behind-the-scenes leader of the Dark Moon Gate, she had naturally heard of them. None of that mattered. The fact that she brought Liu Wuge into Yihong Pavilion was known only to those within the pavilion. To find out Liu Wuge's whereabouts and identity, and to assassinate him while he was injured, required accurate information. Where would these black-clad assassins come from?

"A talkative person should be shut up forever!" Liu Wuge snorted coldly, exuding murderous intent, but his frosty expression melted away when he saw Feng Xinglie.

The sun was high in the sky, shining brightly, and a rare tenderness shone in Liu Wuge's charming eyes.

"Meiniang, I didn't have time to ask you why you saved me that day. Actually, it would have been easier for you to kill me than to drink water. Even if you hadn't killed me and had just left me there, I would have been killed by the men chasing me in black sooner or later. With your methods, you could have obtained the token on me and used the pressure from the Dark Moon Sect to control the Heavenly Robe Pavilion. Didn't you have that idea?"

"Tianyi Pavilion? Are you kidding me?" Feng Xinglie snorted. "How can a mere Tianyi Pavilion compare to someone like you? I think you've lost your mind from being the Pavilion Master!"

Liu Wuge was taken aback, startled by her nonchalant words. If someone had spoken to him in such a tone normally, he would have already slashed them with his sword. However, upon hearing her words, he was happier than ever before!

Haha, this person said, "The mere Tianyi Pavilion!" She said, "The mere Tianyi Pavilion is no match for him!"

Liu Wuge couldn't help but burst into laughter. His wicked demeanor became even more alluring, and his genuine smile shone brightly on his handsome face. He should let all the hall masters and elders of the Heavenly Garment Pavilion hear this! They would be so angry that they would be blowing their beards and glaring at him!

He wasn't a sentimental person; he should have been cold-hearted and never trusted anyone. Yet, because of her nonchalant remark, he didn't question her words at all, as if what she said was the most normal thing in the world.

Feng Meiniang, you truly captivate me, making it impossible for me to look away or take my heart away!

"Indeed, I was confused. How could I forget that we are of the same kind! To repay you, if Meiniang needs any help, I will do my best." He looked at her with tenderness, and he wanted to offer her the best things in Tianwu.

"Is that so? If you're looking for something, it's not that I don't need it, but you might not agree." Feng Xinglie rested his chin on his hand, his eyes revealing a complex expression.

"Just say the word, and I'll do it. Just say it!" Liu Wuge raised an eyebrow slightly, his wicked face showing a hint of dissatisfaction. Was there anything he couldn't do? Even if he had to hand over the Heavenly Garment Pavilion, he might not care. Gold, silver, jewels, and rare treasures from all over the world—what was there that he couldn't have?

"Then...can you let go of your hatred?"

Her words were spoken very softly, but to Liu Wuge, they sounded like thunder. His relaxed and cheerful expression vanished instantly, replaced by shock and defensiveness in his eyes. He stared at her intently, his clenched fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

Feng Xinglie calmly watched him struggle, but offered no further explanation.

Liu Wuge calmed himself down, and his voice and expression became more stern as he breathed heavily.

"How much...do you know?"

"I know what I need to know, pretty much everything," Feng Xinglie said nonchalantly. She never chose to deceive, even though tearing open a wound was incredibly cruel. Hiding it would only make things more painful as the relationship deepened. It was better to suffer now than to suffer later. However, the fact that a friend who had been smiling so warmly just moments before had now become a chilling enemy left one feeling somewhat disappointed.

"How did you know? Did you investigate me through the Dark Moon Sect?" Liu Wuge's eyes were filled with confusion, and although she was incoherent, she was still clear-headed: "Impossible! Why would the Dark Moon Sect pay special attention to my actions? You don't even care about the entire Heavenly Robe Pavilion, so why would you bother investigating me?! Meiniang, how did you know? How did you find out?"

"Just a guess." Feng Xinglie sighed and shrugged. "Although it's a terrible answer, and you might not believe it, it's the truth, and I have no reason to lie to you."

Guess? Is she joking?

Liu Wuge took a few breaths to calm himself down. He couldn't help but feel a hazy, unsettling feeling towards the beautiful woman before him. He thought he understood her perfectly well, but it turned out he knew absolutely nothing about her. Her identity, her background—all were shrouded in mystery, like flowers seen through a fog. Yet, why did he refuse to believe, deep down, that she had approached him with ulterior motives?

If she had a purpose, what was it? Was she attracted to his looks? What a joke. It was impossible for her to be attracted to the power of the Heavenly Garment Pavilion either. Her words were filled with arrogance, as if there was nothing in the world that she cared about. Just as she said, the Heavenly Garment Pavilion was nothing to her!

His emotions drove his crimson eyes to gradually deepen, revealing a violent killing intent, yet his heart was filled with confusion, unsure of what to do.

"Purpose?" Feng Xinglie chuckled. She didn't realize how pathetic this man was, unable to escape the shadow cast by his past. In his eyes, everyone probably acted with a purpose, right? Because everyone he met was like that. For some reason, her heart suddenly turned cold. It turned out that in his eyes, so-called kindred spirits were nothing more than fleeting impulses.

She looked at him coldly and said indifferently and distantly, "If you ask me about my purpose, you'll probably find it even more ridiculous. I'm such an idiot, I just hope that you, my kind, can live well. That's all, believe it or not!"

Feng Xinglie could pity him for his plight, but she would never be a pushover who lets others take advantage of her. She could tolerate his murderous intent once, but if there was a second time, if he refused to trust her, then she had far too many reasons to kill him. No wonder she was ruthless! In truth, it would be better for this person to die, but Feng Xinglie sighed inwardly, still hoping he wouldn't die like this. At this moment, she herself couldn't understand what she was feeling, but she never deceived her own heart.

The cold dagger was hidden behind her back, gleaming in the sunlight. The small courtyard was filled with a suffocating silence. The death of such an extremely evil person could actually cause her heartache.

Liu Wuge felt as if he had been struck on the head, standing there dumbfounded, his mind churning with thoughts!

She said she only wanted him to live; she said her only goal was for his life to be safe...

Haha, how ridiculous!

But what's even more ridiculous is that this ruthless killer, this monster who never trusted anyone, actually believed this seemingly absurd and laughable statement without any hesitation!

Is that possible? In all his years, everyone around him has wished he would immediately fall into the deepest hell! And this woman actually said to this monster whom the world ignores, "My only purpose is for you to live well, and it is only for the life I care about personally."

His eyes became moist without him realizing it. Years of pain and hatred were revealed in this moment. He should be angry, but what was the bittersweet warmth churning in his heart? This one sentence swept away all the pain, and all the rants seemed pale and powerless in its presence.

That feeling, which he had never experienced before, warmed his heart and moved him deeply.

He was a cynical devil; when did he suddenly have the urge to give up everything for her?

However, Liu Wuge could not bear it! She looked at him coldly, as if they were strangers. He could not bear to see her looking at him without caring, mocking him as a devil who did not care about his life or death, and exuding murderous aura. This Feng Meiniang was clearly a very dangerous person, completely beyond his understanding. But like a cup of crane wine, even though he knew it was poison, he could not resist its allure.

Finally, Liu Wuge lowered his clenched fist and smiled bitterly. Oh well! Faced with her domineering nature, he seemed to have no choice. From the moment he met her, everything had been under her control.

"I..." His voice was slightly nervous. He wanted to tell her no matter what, that he could give up everything for her. If there was someone who still held him captive, then all the hatred was worth it compared to the tenderness that made him indulge in it!

However, he never got the chance to speak.

As the anxious-looking man, whose body was like a raging fire, strode over and embraced Mei Niang, Liu Wuge's world completely collapsed!

"What's going on? Why did you come here to say goodbye and then there are so many corpses!" Ling Yuxiang looked her over, afraid that something might happen to her. Although the commotion inside the building was loud, the sound did not come far. Since Feng Xinglie had told him before leaving, he was afraid that it would be inconvenient. He ordered the others to wait in front and came alone to take a look.

After all, Feng Xinglie was a top-tier expert and intelligent; if he couldn't win a fight, he could always escape. But upon arriving at the backyard, the first thing he saw was a ground littered with corpses, clearly indicating a fierce battle had just taken place, which had greatly alarmed him!

"Farewell?" The hoarse voice uttered two words. Only then did Ling Yuxiang take a closer look at the man stained with blood. This was the man Feng Xinglie had come to say goodbye to; if he wasn't mistaken, it was this man before him. This man possessed a face no less handsome than Feng Xinglie's, yet exuded an incomparably sinister charm. Meeting his gaze, Ling Yuxiang was slightly taken aback. That deep, cold hatred... he felt he had seen it somewhere before…

However, at this moment, those eyes held not only coldness, but also despair and pain.

Liu Wuge's pale face was completely drained of color, her teeth clenched so tightly that blood seeped from them. Feng Xinglie had anticipated Ling Yuxiang's arrival sooner or later, but this situation still saddened her. She didn't push away Ling Yuxiang's embrace; she simply watched indifferently, cruelly leaving him with no hope whatsoever, and sighed softly, "I'm leaving. Also, my real name isn't Feng Meiniang; I'm Feng Xinglie."

Liu Wuge's hand holding the sword shaky, and the long sword fell to the ground. In an instant, she seemed to have aged decades. Her clear and bright eyes were filled with heartache, as if a sharp sword had pierced his heart, causing him unbearable pain.

No wonder she knew! No wonder he couldn't find out her background, no wonder she always felt murderous intent towards him, but it wasn't because she coveted Tianyi Pavilion! No wonder she was covered in wounds when he first met her. When he learned that Rihui Pass had been captured by Ling Xiang, he understood that the person who had been entangled with them all those days, single-handedly causing chaos in his entire army, was Feng Xinglie. And she actually called herself Feng Xinglie!

"Feng Xinglie! What a Feng Xinglie!" Liu Wuge suddenly burst into laughter, but his voice was more like a cry, like a lonely, mournful beast. His smile was twisted. "Ling Yuxiang! You are so ruthless! Every time I am defeated by you, you have even taken away the last ray of sunshine in my life!"

At this moment, Liu Wuge didn't even have the heart to hate. He could only tightly grasp the dirty part of his body, trembling as he tried to grab Feng Xinglie's clothes. His fingers stopped in mid-air, and he dared not move for a long time. The sadness in his eyes and the dignity he had always held onto were gone.

Please stay, Meiniang, please stay...

I'll act like nothing ever happened! I won't care if you're Feng Xinglie or not! If you want it, I'm still willing to give up everything, just one word from you, just say those words to me again…

The silent plea went unanswered. Feng Xinglie remained steadfast and calm as he looked at Liu Wuge. Finally, Liu Wuge abruptly withdrew his trembling hand.

"Why! What is the reason for this? Why are you doing this to me? What a ridiculous fate! Haven't you played me cruelly enough already?!"

With a cry of grief and despair, Liu Wuge's lonely figure disappeared into the distance, leaving only a mournful cry in the bright sunlight.

"ah……………!"

Homeland of Qin, Chapter Fifty-Five: Planning and Preparation

"Who is he? Why do I feel like he knows me? I sense... you have murderous intent towards him?" Although Ling Yuxiang sensed something, this time he didn't rush to be jealous. After observing for a while, he keenly sensed something strange. The man's sorrow came from Feng Xinglie, but there was also a strong hatred directed at him.