[Transmigration] The War God's Consort

Chapter 43

Bai Zhongyan stared intently, finally understanding why Feng Xinglie had been so interested in wasting time talking to him. It turned out that she wanted to make sure all their men had made it up the mountain. Every move this woman made was calculated, yet she could easily provoke their anger and anxiety, making it impossible for anyone to see through her. Her cunning was unimaginable.

They thought they had cornered the three, but little did they know that from the very beginning, this road was a smooth and easy path for Feng Xinglie. She probably planned every step carefully, making them, the people who were trying to capture her, run around in circles, which made them furious.

Only then did he truly understand that treating Feng Xinglie as a woman would definitely lead to a huge loss!

A wild and arrogant laugh echoed from beyond the clouds, accompanied by infuriating words: "General Bai, if you have the guts, bring your men and jump down. It'll be quick and easy. We'll give you an hour. We'll be waiting for you at the foot of the mountain. We're not going anywhere else. If you've got the guts, come and catch us. Don't say I didn't give you a chance!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhongyan was furious, his eyes turning red with rage. Jump down? That would indeed be a quick and easy way to die! As for catching them, the mountain from peak to foot is rugged and winding, taking at least half a day, an hour? Did they think they had wings?

"Hey Bai, I've always respected others. Since you don't want to come, I won't force you. We'll meet again someday!"

The clear, melodious female voice drifted over on the mountain breeze, almost inaudible to Weiwei, but still lingered in Bai Zhongyan's ears. However, he was helpless except to make himself furious...

At this moment, Qingli and the other man, worried that her body couldn't take it, grabbed the ropes sticking out from behind her and laughed heartily. They had never seen this strange thing before. They couldn't say they weren't nervous, but Feng Xinglie always had many bizarre ideas, so they weren't surprised.

The surrounding mountains drifted slowly overhead, and the weight of the three people did not cause the parachute any strain. However, the mountains were too high, and there was still a considerable distance to the ground.

“I thought you would find a way to attach yourself to the suspended stone wall, but I didn’t expect…” Qingli smiled slightly as she looked approvingly at the structure of the parachute.

"It's not that there's no way, it's just... I don't like that old bastard, and I want to piss him off!" She actually had a trigger mechanism on her chest; nailing it into the stone wall wouldn't be difficult. However, Feng Xinglie preferred an arrogant style, and hanging on the cliff to feel the wind was clearly not as enjoyable as bungee jumping. She wondered if Qingli and the other two would be so angry they'd call her crazy if they knew her thoughts.

A sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, and her consciousness began to fade. All she had relied on was her willpower and a breath she couldn't let out. Now that she was out of danger, she could no longer stay conscious. Feng Xinglie heard two anxious voices calling out to him, and his heavy eyelids closed.

Chaos in Qingqiu, Chapter Seventy-Seven: Unbearable Memories

In the midst of chaos, a raging fire-like temperature spread intensely through his chest and lungs, making every inch of his body feel as if it were burning hot, while his body was icy cold. The air his skin touched felt like ice, as if he had been thrown into a snowy field, making it unbearable. His consciousness was so blurred that it was unimaginable. Feng Xinglie felt that he was constantly being tormented between two extremes of ice and fire.

She heard urgent and caring calls incessantly in her ears, but she couldn't hear what they were saying clearly; her head felt as heavy as lead.

"Cold..." The pleasant fragrance stubbornly penetrated her mind, stimulating her mind which was burning with an inability to distinguish east from west. It directly reflected her physiological instincts. The flames in her chest and abdomen were gently melted away by the fragrance, and the cold instantly enveloped her, freezing her to the point of numbness.

A large, black net appeared eerily in her mind, relentlessly entangling her and dragging her helpless body into darkness.

In her extreme physical vulnerability, her consciousness was gripped by terror. She couldn't help but groan softly, reaching out from the darkness. Fear and dread enveloped her in an unusual way, but she could only manage to utter a few broken words with her hoarse throat...

"What is Xinglie saying? What happened to her?"

"I don't know either. She lost a lot of blood and caught a cold. It's normal for her to talk nonsense in her sleep right now. Don't worry, I'm here. She'll be fine..."

The words in his ears suddenly became clear, but Feng Xinglie felt as if his body was floating higher and higher in the darkness, giving him the illusion that he would never return to the ground.

Amidst the chaos, Feng Xinglie became alert. This power was abnormal, as if it were trying to forcibly extract her soul, and every tearing motion could cause her head to explode!

"No... Yu Xiang... It hurts so much... Help me... Help me..."

His consciousness was on the verge of collapse, and calling for help was just an instinct. The name that came out was the pillar that had been integrated into his soul. Qingli and Yao Tianlin were both stunned, neither of them expecting Feng Xinglie to call for help.

Different degrees of pity, heartache, and loss welled up in their eyes. They suppressed her hands, which were flailing wildly in her confusion, and remained silent for a moment.

Feng Xinglie was always so proud and strong, seemingly never showing weakness. Often, people almost forgot she was a woman, forgot she also needed someone to lean on, forgot that she, like everyone else, felt pain when hurt, and cried out for help when vulnerable. But all of this was not to be taken for granted! It wasn't that she didn't have such moments, or that she didn't experience helplessness like ordinary people; it was just that she hid it so deeply, so profoundly, that no one could see it.

At that moment, a clear cry for help, thick with nasal tone, struck the hearts of the two men like a hammer.

All they seemed to see was Feng Xinglie's strength, calmness, toughness, and decisiveness. That vulnerable side, she would never show them when she was lucid.

"...At times like these, you can only think of him." With a long sigh, Qingli dared not linger in this emotion. She swiftly drew her sharp dagger and cut the several tough ropes attached to her back, burning them to ashes. Feng Xinglie's actions should not be imitated by those with ulterior motives.

Yao Tianlin's expression was complicated, but he resolutely picked up the unconscious Feng Xinglie and carried him horizontally. He had been honed to the point of being mistaken for Ling Yuxiang by Feng Xinglie. Without further hesitation, he and Qingli quickly walked forward along the mountain path.

When Feng Xinglie regained a clear sense of his own existence, he was still somewhat dazed. The pain in his head, as if pierced by steel needles, was indescribable. He glanced around in a daze, but in the next moment, his whole body seemed to have vanished into an ice cellar!

The spacious, gray house, the wooden tables and chairs painted a bright scarlet, the crimson carpet, the long corridor that seemed to stretch into the distance and out of sight, the smooth marble tiles on the corridor, the gleaming, magnificent ceiling lights—all of this reminded her that this was definitely not ancient times! The familiar house only made her mind go completely blank.

Feng Xinglie never imagined that she would see all of this again, let alone that she would see the man she had hated, fought against, and longed for all her life.

At this moment, the still handsome middle-aged man stared silently at a framed photograph in front of him, his eyes filled with indescribable complex emotions.

A red silk scarf was lavishly laid out on the long wooden table. Pine resin burned in front of a row of gray photographs. When the man's eyes fell on the photograph, long-sealed memories slowly surfaced. Feng Xinglie's heart was suddenly filled with an indescribable mix of emotions, which she could not suppress.

Many, many years ago, in a small, dimly lit room within the territory of the powerful underworld business family of the Longheng International, there lived a little girl who was constantly beaten and scolded by her mother. Outsiders always looked at her with disdain. She never shed a tear and endured everything with stubbornness and obstinacy.

She never liked to show any expression other than mockery to others, and she was not fond of talking much. Only when her mother was tired and asleep, and she secretly ran into the beautiful garden to look at the sky, would she reveal some subtle expressions.

She didn't know who she was, who her father was, or why her family always looked at her that way. Although she was still very young, she was intelligent enough to understand that it wasn't a friendly look.

One day, someone gently picked her up from the pond in the garden with a pair of large, warm hands that touched her heart, and said to her with a soft smile.

"Don't do anything reckless, you'll fall."

In the instant I turned around, I saw a handsome face that also showed signs of vicissitude.

"Who are you?"

"Feng Qing, you should call him Uncle." A freshly picked flower was placed in her hand, along with a slightly sticky lollipop.

She knew that the flowers in this garden were usually not allowed to be picked; they were very 'precious'.

So she squinted her eyes into crescent moons and smiled happily. It seemed that there were still good people in the world, and that the world had not abandoned her.

So she fell in love with that little pond and often sneaked out, where she would often run into her favorite uncle.

Those months were almost the happiest time of her life. No matter how strict her mother was, she would sneak out of that dark house and always managed to meet Uncle Feng, who loved her and would hold her in his arms and coax her. Every time, she would receive all sorts of small gifts, whether food or other items.

But after that night, everything changed.

All that remained was a crimson red color, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning and the stench of death.

The woman who had been beating and scolding her that morning was talking quietly to a man when she finally couldn't help but let out a sharp laugh. She lunged at the man and was subdued by several bodyguards in black and thrown into the fire, letting out a piercing scream and wail!

She stood coldly in the dilapidated, burning house, watching the familiar figure cast a cold, unfamiliar glance at the woman called her mother, then turn away and issue an order in an extremely unfamiliar and cruel tone.

"Close the gate, let's go!"

The fire engulfed the entire hall, and also consumed her innocent heart.

Why...? He clearly knew she was there, he clearly recognized her...

Later she realized that perhaps this could be considered a betrayal. Feng Qing's ruthlessness was uncompromising simply because she was that woman's child!

But the reason for it was obviously no longer important; to survive! She had to survive! With her frail body, she repeatedly rammed against the dilapidated wooden door, managing to escape by sheer luck. From that day on, her purpose for survival became to get close to Feng Qing again, but whether it was for revenge or something else, even she herself wasn't entirely sure.

Driven by an extreme will to survive, she endured unimaginable hardships, growing strong and beautiful, eventually becoming the leader of the underworld organization 'Sharp Edge,' a powerful figure capable of rivaling the Feng family. She successfully attracted the attention of the Feng family, using her exceptional charisma to 'seduce' several other equally outstanding daughters, unknowingly becoming close friends with them. Only then did she learn with astonishment that Feng Qing had a 'missing' daughter, and that he had promised to leave all his assets to that lucky girl if she were found.

The cheerful fourth brother joked, "Since you also have the surname Feng, why don't you become our sixth young master?"

A soreness welled up in her chest, which had been feeling congested. She gritted her teeth and suppressed the illusion, stubbornly using it as a means to get closer to that man. She nodded so quickly that she couldn't even imagine it herself: "Okay, from now on I will be the sixth young master of the Feng family."

When she saw Feng Qing again, the eyes of the handsome man who was looking her over shone with an unusual brilliance. A sudden remark from him prevented her from firing the poison needle hidden in her sleeve.

"Would you... be willing to be my daughter, my sixth daughter, the sixth daughter who can inherit all my businesses?" Her trembling heart did not produce a trembling voice. Years of experience in the underworld and the business world had allowed her to conceal her emotions well. She said calmly, "No, I am just the sixth young master of the Feng family." The poisoned needle under the trap snapped off and was thrown into the disinfectant.

Sometimes, what seems like an insurmountable distance can feel like an eternity. No one could have predicted that a single missed encounter would become a final farewell.

Regardless of what the man who stared intently at her silhouette was thinking about making amends later, or whether the proud and stubborn woman was deeply considering whether her purpose over the years was simply to regain his affirmation and tenderness towards that little girl, or whether she just wanted to ask him in person why he hadn't taken her away that day, neither of them would ever have that chance again.

Feng Ji, whose expression was somber, suddenly raised her hand and slowly stretched Bai Zhe's palm forward, as if she wanted to touch the person in the photo frame. However, there was still a tiny gap between them, and they could not reach each other.

Feng Xinglie's head was strangely hot. She just stared at the scene before her, her emotions surging like a tide, carrying with them memories, almost making her explode.

Having lived two lives, she understood many things she didn't before, but now she does.

The regrets she once wanted to escape and look back on have shaped her current personality of facing everything with equanimity and never letting herself have any regrets.

In truth, she never hated Feng Qing for killing that so-called mother, never! To her, that woman was nothing more than a machine capable of madness and violence; she had never given her a shred of warmth or care. On the contrary, it was 'Uncle Feng' who had shown her those qualities by the pond in the garden, catching her from the pain of falling in. What reason did she have to hate him for that woman?

What she hated most was Feng Qing's coldness towards her, his indifference towards her, and the death sentence he had given her.

But is her hatred really worth it?

Could a nine-year-old girl really break open a locked door without getting hurt? Feng Xinglie wasn't foolish enough to think that his loyal subordinates would let him off the hook, nor did he think that their door-locking skills were flawed.

Feng Ju, you're not a good "uncle." We're too alike, always saying one thing and meaning another, always softening at the last moment. You keep sentencing me to death, but you clearly leave me a way out, yet you won't let me know.

Feng Qing, you are not a good opponent. When your power was rampant and you were expanding your influence, you didn't even use any of your forces against me. When I established myself as the Emperor of the Underworld, you didn't even show me the prestige of a giant international underworld business family. Instead, you sent several of your outstanding daughters to become my partners, to help me expand my power and to help me deal with yourself!

Feng Qing, you were not a good father, you weren't! You never let me call you father, and I was foolish enough not to call you father until the very end...

The past is too painful to recall, and regret is useless now. Unable to let go of those who hold grudges, we can only miss out. And that's life; sometimes, a missed opportunity is forever…

The heavy heels of the black-clad butler's shoes swayed coldly as he stepped onto the scarlet carpet. He bowed and said, "Master, all of the young ladies' enemies have been captured. You have devoted yourself to this cause for the past six months, and now you can finally avenge them..." The old butler gazed sorrowfully at the rightmost memorial tablet, the one Feng Qing had always been unable to reach. "I believe that if the Sixth Miss knows from heaven, she will not blame you."

Feng Qing's cold voice tapped out a low rhythm as he sighed, "So what? I've never heard her call me 'father' or 'dad,' and I never will."

The old butler knew that his favorite and most devoted person had always been the sixth young lady who was never in the family. Not wanting to mention the sad things again, he pointed outside and said, "Master, those people have been taken to Fengshi Hall and are waiting for you to deal with them. Also, although the matter of the young ladies can only be regretted, what's done is done. The Feng family still has several outstanding young masters. Master's children are all outstanding individuals and will surely be able to continue the Feng family's legacy."

Feng Qing's fingertips ultimately didn't touch the gray photograph. Instead, they fell to his side. He gazed at the domineering girl in the photo for a moment, and his usually cold eyes suddenly reddened. His eyes welled up with tears, and he murmured, "Xiao Lie, I'm going to report for you. Did you see that? When I come back, will you call me father?"

In the quiet hall, the man straightened his back and slowly walked away with the old butler.

"Feng Qing! I've wanted to call you father for a long time, you know that... you know that?"

The hoarse voice drifted on and on. The man did not turn around. Humans and ghosts are different. In this world, she was already dead. No matter how loudly she screamed, he would not be able to hear her.

Behind him, the giant black net spread out once more, and the pain of his soul being torn apart struck again. But at this moment, these pains paled in comparison to the endless regret and heartache deep within his heart. Feng Xinglie couldn't help but scream and roar again and again, "Father, can you hear me? Father..."

Feng Qing walked calmly further and further away, his black hair fluttering lightly.

"Father, father, father..."

The man, who was completely oblivious, should not have been able to hear her cries at all. The black area was engulfing her body, and the pain was eroding every nerve. Her vision began to blur, but she still refused to stop and refused to give up, continuing to shout.

"Father... answer me... Father! If you hear me, please turn around and look at me... just look at me, please..."

The long corridor came to an end, and just as the man was about to turn the corner and disappear from sight, Feng Xinglie felt as if a steel needle had pierced his brain, causing him excruciating pain. Yet, he desperately resisted the pulling force and struggled outwards with all his might.

“Father! I’m calling you, Father, I’m willing to call you Father, I’m willing…”

Just as he turned around, the man suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on the mourning hall, and he frowned slightly.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." After a quick glance, he finally disappeared from Feng Xinglie's sight.

Tears welled up in her eyes, her chest ached terribly, and she had nowhere to vent her grief. In her soul state, she couldn't shed tears, but she knew that if she still had a body, Feng Xinglie, who never shed a tear, must also be in tears at this moment.

Thank you, Feng Qing, thank you, Father. One act of regret is enough. From this day forward, Feng Xinglie will never do anything he will regret again.

After Feng Qing's face disappeared from sight, Feng Xinglie let the darkness pull him in, plunging him into darkness once again.

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