[Transmigration] The War God's Consort

Chapter 38

Even at this point, Feng Xinglie did not forget to observe his surroundings and calmly survey the situation of his group.

The valley entrance is not far away. Although the fire on that side looks extremely intense and there are strong troops blocking it, it does not mean that it is impossible to break through!

"Don't linger, follow behind me and charge out!"

With a shout, Feng Xinglie's face was fierce. He couldn't let anyone hold him back now; he had to finish the battle quickly! Ignoring the weapons the three men were throwing, he held two small, round balls in his hands and threw them with all his might. A loud bang and sparks flew as the three men were reduced to mangled, bloodied body parts!

Feng Xinglie was caught off guard when one of the men's knives, after being detonated by her grenade, suddenly accelerated and charged straight at her abdomen. At that moment, she had just finished a movement and was unable to adjust, so she couldn't dodge it.

However, just as the blade was about to strike him, a familiar cyan figure flashed in.

Feng Xinglie watched as blood splattered everywhere. A large patch of bright red blood stained Qingli's right arm, soaking her long robe. In the nick of time, he used his arm to block the flying blade for her. Although he used skillful force, the powerful impact still opened a deep gash on his right arm, exposing the bone.

"Qingli!" Grabbing his right hand, Feng Xinglie swiftly sealed the blood vessels in his acupoints, both shocked and furious: "Do you want to die?"

"It's better than you dying." His pale face still wore a playful smile. Even at a time like this, he could still laugh. Feng Xing really wanted to kick him to death!

"Hold on, we have to get out of here first!" Feng Xinglie tried his best to support Qingli, giving a concise and calm order, but in his heart he was extremely anxious about the injury to Qingli's right hand. Those people's knives were definitely not ordinary weapons. If they were going to kill someone, a master's weapon would definitely be coated with poison, otherwise, with Qingli's profound internal strength, his body wouldn't feel so heavy immediately!

"I won't die. I haven't properly confessed my feelings to you yet. I can't bear to leave this world." Qingli recovered her composure and became much more agile. Suddenly, she coldly and heavily commanded, "Qingfei, Qingyan, you two stay here and hold off these forces. Can you manage?"

"Your subordinates were born to serve you, my lord. Commander Feng, you should leave now!" Qingfei and the others did not feel there was anything wrong with it, but urged Feng Xinglie and Qingli to hurry up and get on their way.

"Don't engage in group combat. Split up and try to escape. If you can fight a guerrilla war, don't confront them head-on. Every few of you who survive is a chance. I have some chili powder and some grenades here, not many left. Share them with me. This valley is large, you still have a chance. Don't think you're doomed. Try your best to survive!" Gritting her teeth, Feng Xinglie, knowing that Qingli's life was important, decisively distributed the few small bags she carried. She was willing to give up what needed to be given up. Being sentimental would only make the sacrifices of these warriors worthless. Besides, she didn't want to die either.

She was no longer alone; that person was still waiting for her, and she couldn't die here no matter what!

The guards in blue robes looked at Feng Xinglie with emotion. They themselves didn't care about their own lives, yet Feng Xinglie showed such concern. Qingyan took the small bag, admiring her unwavering clarity of mind. After a brief pause, they shot off like sharp blue arrows towards the vast expanse of sparks!

Qingyan and Qingfei, their cold faces contorted with a ferocity that defied death, roared from afar, "Kill!"

A bloody storm swept through, making it impossible to distinguish friend from foe.

Feng Xinglie barely suppressed the murderous intent in her heart, and with Qingli's help, she nimbly darted to the sentry post. At this moment, the enemy's attention was focused on the distant battle, so how could they notice their approach? A ruthless and bloodthirsty light flashed coldly in Feng Xinglie's eyes, and eight phosphorus grenades, even more refined than hand grenades, were held between her fingers! With a flick of her wrist, she scattered the eight phosphorus grenades, grabbed Qingli, and pulled her behind her, the nauseating stench of fire accompanied by a series of deafening explosions!

It's unlikely that these gunpowder could destroy the mountainside, but destroying a small sentry post would be no problem. Those eight phosphorus bombs were Feng Xinglie's trump card; the power of throwing them out at once is unimaginable!

"Go!" After the earth-shaking explosion, a huge gap appeared. Resisting the urge to look back, Feng Xinglie grabbed Qingli and seized the opportunity to use his lightness skill to escape! Once outside the valley, they entered the mountains, where even a god would find them difficult to locate.

Feng Xinglie ran at breakneck speed without daring to stop until his strength gradually gave out and he finally stopped to catch his breath.

The pursuers behind them had vanished from sight. The mountains were shrouded in thick fog, and although it was nearly dawn, they could not see the sunlight.

"Qingli!" Feng Xinglie looked at his bluish wounds and deathly pale face with shock. She had tried to help him circulate his internal energy to expel the poison, but it had no effect whatsoever. This must be no ordinary poison! She kept turning her head, trying to think of a solution, but she couldn't come up with any. Feng Xinglie gritted her teeth, feeling powerless as a feeling of weakness spread through her limbs. She told herself that she should stay calm, that being anxious was useless, but the flames of anxiety just wouldn't stop burning.

"Cough cough..." Qingli reached out and grasped her hand. A large amount of dark blood gushed out, her blue clothes were tattered, and her face, stained with blood, still smiled beautifully. "Save your strength. If it were so easy to force it out, they would be underestimating me, Qingli."

"Shut up! You think you can die in front of me? Not so easy!" Seeing that he still had the mind to joke, Feng Xinglie was so angry that he cursed loudly, anxious and furious: "Do you want to die? Why did you take that knife for me? Do you think I care!"

She frowned, grabbed his arm, and with a flourish tore off a piece of his blue robe. She then gripped his wound and pressed her lips to his. It was a desperate measure; sucking out the poison might not be effective, but at least it would slow his death.

"You..." Qingli's vision was already blurred; she could only see a black shadow beside her. She felt a soft, warm touch on her arm and knew what she was doing. He smiled bitterly. Knowing her personality, persuasion was useless. If fate truly wanted them to die here, then they would die together. To die alongside her seemed like good luck.

This familiar scene reminded him of that time when he was in deep trouble, her resolute rescue, and the time they spent together.

He suddenly felt a desire to continue like this forever, without bearing so many heavy responsibilities, and to be able to focus wholeheartedly on her, even though... the person in her heart wasn't him.

But what does it matter? She likes that person, so why can't he like her back?

"Xinglie! Let me tell you something I've always been unable to say." Qingli smiled faintly, her thoughts already beginning to blur, but as if she had figured something out, she suddenly felt relaxed, like a hawk soaring out of a black vortex. Her green robe swayed slowly in the thick fog and mountain wind, and she gradually closed her eyes.

"I have never wanted to be... more than just... a friend."

Feng Xinglie's throat burned, and he felt a dizzying sensation. Only then did he realize how potent the poison was. Hearing Qingli's words, he paused, then smiled bitterly. Should she feel confused? He finally spoke honestly, not just as a smooth talker. But at this moment, they might truly never see the sun rise again. Even if he persisted, he would only be heading to hell...

"Xinglie, how could you..."

A surprised voice came from afar, and a gust of wind rushed in front of him. A familiar medicinal fragrance entered his nose. Feng Xinglie rubbed his blurry eyes and finally confirmed that it was a green figure. Regardless of why he was there, he suddenly felt relieved and vaguely pointed to the ground, saying, "Save him too!" before fainting to the ground. As for whether that person would go berserk, that was a matter for later when he regained consciousness.

The man in blue, carrying a small medicine basket, grabbed Feng Xinglie and couldn't help but curse, "Do you think I'm your personal medicine commander?!"

Chaos in Qingqiu, Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Medicine King's Passion

Feng Xinglie slept soundly, vaguely hearing someone gently calling her name in her dream. The faint scent of medicine lingered in her nose, blurring her senses. She felt as if she were surrounded by a familiar gentleness. She mumbled a couple of times, turned over, and called out drowsily.

"Hmm... Yu Xiang..."

That gentle force suddenly stopped, as if it was holding back its explosive power, and then it walked away with heavy steps, full of anger.

Feng Xinglie frowned and opened his eyes with difficulty. What came into view was the high roof beams. The wooden house was unusually large, with many scattered medicinal herbs everywhere. The air was filled with a refreshing medicinal fragrance, just like the scent that seemed to always linger on that person.

The angry figure in the distance hadn't completely disappeared; its dark robes and long black hair swayed in the breeze, making it difficult to see clearly.

Startled, Feng Xinglie slapped his head in exasperation, feeling a headache coming on. Had she been kicked in the vertebrae of her head recently? Was it because he and Ling Yuxiang felt too similar, or was she simply missing Ling Yuxiang so much that she went crazy? Neither of these two signs was a good one.

He left decisively and came back quickly. In no time, he sat down by her bedside with a bowl of dark medicine in his hand. In Feng Xinglie's memory, her beautiful face, which should have been calm and serene at any time, still had a trace of shame, anger, and dejection.

"Drink it quickly!" The man in black felt rather awkward under her gaze, and gave the order succinctly, his words as economical as ever.

Observing his expression, Feng Xinglie took the bowl of medicine that was steaming hot and had a bitter smell, and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Yao Tianlin, it's me who's poisoned, not you. Besides, I'm not going to die, so why are you making such a sour face?" During the days when he was 'trained' by Ling Yuxiang, Feng Xinglie was no longer so averse to medicine. Although the smell of bitter melon in the bowl was strong, he still pinched his nose and poured it down.

Yao Tianlin's lips twitched visibly; he was furious. He glared at her, thinking, "This damned woman! It's one thing for her to treat me, this rare and skilled doctor, like a personal pharmacist; it's another thing to have her mistaken me for Ling Yuxiang so many times that it made him vomit blood; and it's one thing to have her mocking me like this. But she doesn't even care about my life or death! Just like before! This...this is simply intolerable!"

"You still dare to mention your foolish behavior to me? Do you know that if I had met you a moment later, you would be meeting the King of Hell right now!"

This is outrageous! He's been working so hard all this time, for whom? And she's just closing her eyes and ignoring everything, not even considering her own situation, and she still has the leisure to joke around!

"See the King of Hell? Are you sure I'm not the one who went and kicked down the King of Hell's underworld?" Feng Xinglie's face was full of smug surprise.

"You..." This arrogant attitude, which showed she didn't even respect the King of Hell, made Yao Tianlin lose his composure. He almost fainted on the spot from anger. He stared fiercely at her innocent expression for a long time, then gave a helpless, bitter laugh. His voice was quiet and calm as he sighed, "When will you ever pay attention to your own safety? You always do foolish things. Even if you don't care about yourself, can you... think about how you still dream about me and always mistake me for your Ling Yuxiang?" A hint of embarrassment, annoyance, and helplessness flashed across his face as he continued, "I told you last time, I can't always arrive in time. Have you ever considered that if I hadn't happened to be at the Medicine King Valley branch this time, and hadn't happened to run into you while gathering herbs, you might really be..."

Seeing his expression clearly, Feng Xinglie couldn't help but feign surprise and tease, "Are you jealous?"

Yao Tianlin was stunned for a moment, then his usually calm face suddenly turned angry: "I'd be jealous of him?"

Seeing his emotional state, Feng Xinglie secretly regretted saying those words. He had saved her life many times, and she shouldn't have joked about something like that. She forced a smile and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."

A silence fell between them. Yao Tianlin glanced away; his agitation was unlike anything he would do. He sighed inwardly, but what could he do? He couldn't help himself!

He gritted his teeth, his expression pained and bitter, and he almost squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Do you know? That night at Yihongxuan, seeing your breathtaking beauty, I almost couldn't help but rush onto the stage, but I didn't succeed because he was one step ahead, just one step ahead!"

“Because of this step, we all lost. Qingli, me, Qin Han, we all lost! Seeing him by your side, I felt jealous and envious, but also relieved. That's why I returned to Medicine King Valley, intending to live in seclusion and temporarily avoid seeing you. I said I only hoped you would remember me, but if I continued to stay by your side, I'm afraid I would never be able to return to a state of tranquility and would do something crazy!”

Crazy thing? Feng Xinglie frowned in doubt, but his strangeness was suppressed by his burning gaze.

Yao Tianlin spoke with some emotion. When did he stop being able to suppress his emotions as he used to? Perhaps it was when he heard that she had fallen off a cliff and died, or when he saw her cold and unconscious in Ling Yuxiang’s mansion, or when he heard that she had gone missing after the Battle of Baihui Pass, or when he found her covered in wounds at Yihongxuan in Hancheng.

Her pale hands helplessly covered her face, tucking them into her smooth, dark hair. Through her fingers, her slender, beautiful eyes narrowed in pain. Her clear voice seemed to be laughing, yet it was more hoarse than crying: "But... but I never expected that fate would not let me go, causing you to fall before me once again! Do you know how panicked I was when I discovered you were poisoned? I almost forgot who I was; my first thought was to find a doctor. Isn't that ridiculous?"

Isn't it funny? The world's number one divine physician, Yao Tianlin, actually panicked and went to find a doctor for his patient! Perhaps it really is funny, but Feng Xinglie couldn't laugh out loud; he didn't even have the strength to twitch his lips.

It felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, and his voice became dry and weak: "Why...why did you do this..."

The man finally spoke out.

Yao Tianlin wasn't out of his mind! He knew very well that falling in love with her was like a moth drawn to a flame, likely to be destroyed. Not to mention that she was with Ling Yuxiang now, even if she weren't, she was a woman with a terrible personality! She couldn't give him anything, neither physically nor emotionally. Falling in love with someone like Feng Xinglie was pure torture, so why bother?

"Do you know that if this continues, you will suffer even more?" Yao Tianlin's dejected and pained appearance caused Feng Xinglie's heart to ache. She couldn't bring herself to advise him to forget her, thinking it was for his own good. Yao Tianlin's own joys and sorrows were none of her business. She could only feel heartache and guilt for him.

The long hand gently reached out and grasped Yao Tianlin's hand, which was smooth as a woman's from years of soaking in medicine. Slowly, the hand covering his face was removed, and the hand gently touched Yao Tianlin's handsome face. But all Feng Xinglie could give him was regret and sorrow.

She didn't want to hurt him directly, so she chose this indirect approach, but she was just as determined.

"I accept it!" he murmured, his handsome face framed by peach blossom eyes that seemed to hold the entirety of his soul, burning with pain. He looked at Feng Xinglie with unwavering fervor, then grasped her pale hand in return, stammering, "After experiencing anxiety, unease, pain, and panic, I accept my fate! Even if you still mistake me for Ling Yuxiang, I accept it! I don't want anything, but consider this my only wish, even just a little. I beg you, when you recklessly give drugs to someone else in the future, think of me too!"

The intense emotion in his words left Feng Xinglie at a loss for words. She could even feel him enveloping and protecting her with his burning heart. Appearing whenever she needed him, Yao Tianlin repeatedly helped her escape danger.

His love was too painful. Unlike Qin Han, who didn't understand her and could freely take what she wanted, or Xi Suifeng, who had no ulterior motives towards her and followed her loyally. As the master of Medicine King Valley, a generation of Medicine King, and possessing unparalleled martial arts skills, he had a high reputation in the martial arts world and a strong and proud dignity. Now, he had given up all of this for her. How could she repay this debt of love?

"I...I'll try my best." Feng Xinglie disliked running away from things and even more so, he gave a forced, bitter smile.

"You're really... sigh..." You're both lovable and infuriating! Before he could finish speaking, Yao Tianlin's handsome face twisted in pain. He couldn't help but hug her tightly, pleading in a pitiful voice, "Don't move! Just for a little while, don't push me away!"

Feng Xinglie's hand, which she wanted to push away, froze in mid-air, almost speechless with anger. Weren't these ancient men supposed to be conservative? How come none of the men she was meeting seemed to know how to be conservative? So good at being shameless? But... she seemed utterly powerless against this tactic of acting shamelessly and pitifully...

Yao Tianlin didn't hold her for long before quickly letting go, his gaze shifting to her pale face and the empty medicine bowl. The thought of that potent, bone-chilling poison sent a chill down his spine, his fingers trembling slightly with fear. If he had arrived even a moment later, he might have only found her corpse. The usually cold and detached Medicine King, with his eccentric temperament, was trembling with fear today; the martial world would probably laugh their heads off.

But the thought of how she almost went to the gates of hell made Yao Tianlin unable to control his emotions as usual. His extremely handsome face turned bluish and ferocious: "Those people are really tired of living. What do they think my Medicine King Valley is? If this weren't just a small, secluded place in Medicine King Valley, I could send all those people who messed with you outside to hell with just the traps and mechanisms!"

Seeing that he had calmed down, Feng Xinglie breathed a sigh of relief and shrugged. She already knew that the Tianqi Mountains were the secluded residence of the Medicine King Valley. Although she was startled by the strange and ruthless killing intent in Yao Tianlin's words, she immediately frowned and turned her attention elsewhere.

"Has the Qing Kingdom's army sealed off the mountain?"

"Those are Qing soldiers?" Yao Tianlin asked thoughtfully, his tone calm. Although he was somewhat surprised, it wasn't enough to make his usually composed demeanor change. He seemed to suddenly realize something and said, "No wonder. It seems that the political situation in Qing Kingdom has indeed changed, which is why the Qing Kingdom army came to besiege Qing Li. Don't worry, the so-called mountain closure is just a sparse search. A few people can easily overwhelm them by stepping on some traps."

Yao Tianlin clearly knew Qingli's identity, which didn't surprise Feng Xinglie. After all, with the influence of Medicine King Valley, which had stood the test of time for a century, how could he, the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley, not have his own power and intelligence? Besides... how could he not pay attention to people related to her? Although, this fact really made Feng Xinglie feel a little dumbfounded.

"A change in the political situation? What's going on?" Although he guessed that something must have happened in Qing Kingdom, Feng Xinglie had been too focused on Qin Kingdom recently, so he neglected Qing Kingdom. Humorous news hadn't reached them, so this 'change' was probably recent, too fast for people to react to.

"You think I'm a god?" Yao Tianlin snorted, then couldn't help but break his poker face and roll his eyes: "You can probably guess what happened. A few days before I met you, I heard that the King of Qingqiu was seriously ill and that the Crown Prince who had offended you in the past was expected to regain power. As for whether he could regain power or not, I don't have the ability to see and hear with my eyes and ears that can see and hear for a thousand miles."

Feng Xinglie was suddenly startled, his mind cleared, and a surge of anger rose within him. He couldn't help but sneer inwardly, though beneath his calm exterior lay a raging storm, and his beautiful eyes were already churning with fierce flames.

No wonder Qing Kingdom has been so silent about the alliance with Lie Jun this time. Apart from sending Qing Li to sign the contract, they haven't taken any other action. The claim that he was bedridden is completely unfounded. It's likely that the old king of Qing Kingdom never intended for Qing Li to return alive, so the contract is naturally invalid. And now they're putting on this show with the crown prince! Just imagine, Qing Li is an illegitimate son, yet he holds most of Qing Kingdom's military power, and his prestige even surpasses that of the emperor. How can anyone feel at ease with him?

The Crown Prince of Qingqiu, after all, was born to the Empress of Qing Kingdom, and his family background was extremely powerful. Back then, he used three thousand iron cavalry to trap Qingli on trumped-up charges, almost causing the fall of Qing Kingdom's border city. If it weren't for Feng Xinglie's intervention and the use of his underworld forces to expose the Crown Prince's crimes, Qingli would probably have been trapped and died in the city. Because of that incident, there was a widespread outcry from the court and the public, which forced the old Emperor Qingyuan to depose the Crown Prince and re-examine him. In recent years, Qingli's popularity has been rising, and if he is not eliminated, how can Crown Prince Qingxuan be allowed to ascend the throne?

Moreover, the Qing Kingdom also has two princes, Qing Lei and Qing Fei, whose relationships are very complicated. Feng Xinglie could easily imagine half a basket of palace intrigues and power struggles among them.

However, they could agree on one thing: if Qing Li didn't die and military power wasn't regained, he would be a major threat. Therefore, both overt and covert targets were aimed at him, and knives from his brothers, sworn brothers, and even his father were cutting him! Unlike Ling Yuhan, who at least had some brotherly affection for Ling Yuxiang, these people from Qing Kingdom had never felt any kinship towards Qing Li!

Gripping the bedding tightly, Feng Xinglie asked urgently, "Where is Qingli?"

Seeing her tense expression change slightly, Yao Tianlin quickly said, "I didn't save him!"

Chaos in Qingqiu, Chapter 70: Men Have Tears

He was disappointed not to see Feng Xinglie's expression change drastically and his face turn furious. She simply gave him a disdainful look: "Is that possible?"

Feng Xinglie couldn't deny that Yao Tianlin was a bad person, but when had he ever failed to fulfill her requests?

A warm yet bittersweet feeling of gratitude welled up inside him. He was so good to her, so good that even Feng Xinglie himself acknowledged it. As long as it didn't threaten her safety, Yao Tianlin would fulfill any unreasonable request she made. Even if Yao Tianlin loathed Qingli and wished he could chop her up, that was only after he had saved her at her request.

Feng Xinglie has always understood that her excellence easily attracts those around her, which is why she was so confident in gathering followers in the beginning. However, now, she can only bitterly complain that her outstanding qualities have attracted so many men to devote themselves wholeheartedly to her, making her unable to trample on their sincerity, yet also unable to accept it—a major dilemma that plagues her. In some ways, she is ruthless, yet sometimes she is also soft-hearted, a contradiction that makes even herself want to curse.

Regardless of whether these men get her or not, their innate male pride will drive them to compare themselves to each other, and Yao Tianlin's behavior at this moment is clearly driven by selfishness.

"You... can't you be less clever!" Yao Tianshuang swallowed her frustration, her face full of expressions, and pointed outside: "He doesn't want to disturb you. If you go outside to look at the flowers, you'll see him."

Feng Xinglie almost burst out laughing on the spot. What did she mean by not wanting to disturb her rest? Qingli probably wanted nothing more than to stay by her side. Clearly, someone had used underhanded tactics to leave that poor person out there starving, and yet they made it sound so noble.

Noticing Feng Xinglie's meaningful gaze, Yao Tianlin's handsome, fair face flushed red. He said, embarrassed and annoyed, "I'll go brew the medicine!" He then tore off his dark robe and left quickly, almost fleeing in panic.

A wild and unrestrained laugh erupted from behind, nearly tripping Yao Tianlin. He glared back fiercely, wishing he could grow two more legs so that no one would see him, the number one martial arts master, the cold and ruthless Medicine King, blushing from being used by a woman.

Yao Tianlin had a premonition that sooner or later his lifelong reputation would be completely ruined by this woman.

He got up, straightened his clothes, and slowly walked outside. The wooden house was very spacious, almost like a palace. Although it had magnificent decorations, it was also unusually large. There were many rooms inside and out, and following the wooden corridor, there was a beautiful and vast sea of flowers.