Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 312

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Clang—

The low resounding note surprised the two of them as they immediately retreated. The sleeves fluttered like a butterfly landing on a flower under that warm moonlight.

Meng Fuyao made use of that action and drew a long black line in the air. She bent over and did a 360 flip in the sky, towards Epsilon beside her. She flung her black hair, blocking Epilson's vision and in that split second, directed her Destiny Rebellion towards him, right into his eyes.

But Epsilon's astonishingly flexible body bent over and avoided around the Destiny Rebellion. In that split second, Epsilon's head almost touched his shoes. With a flash, he used the tip of his foot and grabbed Meng Fuyao's blade and tossed her towards Zhangsun Wuji's Ruyi.

Meng Fuyao was unable to stop herself in mid-air and might as well pounce into Zhangsun Wuji's embrace. Zhangsun Wuji grabbed her with one hand and turned around. The two twirled in the air and slowly landed.

After being with each other for such a long time, both of them had a clear grasp on each other's martial arts; thus, having such chemistry.

The two gently landed on the ground, and Meng Fuyao quickly glanced at Zhangsun Wuji's Ruyi, afraid that she had ruined his weapon. Thankfully, they were all elites that had good control over their inner energy. Zhangsun Wuji looked up and smiled at her, signaling her that everything was alright.

Meng Fuyao snorted and turned to glare at that darn pervert that enjoyed watching companions kill each other. This person must have been lied and cheated by his own companions countless of times to be this warped.

“Have you thought of how to die?” She lifted her Destiny Rebellion and gazed at him disquieting.

“Have you thought of how to die?” That person raised his brow and shot a baleful glance in her direction with his green almond eyes.

“I bet you have no self in your existence thus far, living your life as another's shadow, as a puppet.” Meng Fuyao laughed. “Having such a spineless person in the top ten is utter disgrace and tragedy.”

“I bet you have no self in your existence thus far, living your life as another's shadow, as a puppet.”That person laughed too as a wisp of smoke swayed under the moonlight.

Meng Fuyao's heart pounded against her chest. Her brows furrowed in anger as she spat, “Can't you say something that isn't my words?!”

That person ignored and reflected back her every move—even the tone was an exact replica. “Can't you say something that isn't my words?!”

Meng Fuyao's heart began to hurt once more as if stabbed by something. Her blood began to boil as though she was about to level up. Beside her, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly yelled, “Fuyao!”

Meng Fuyao snapped out of her trance upon hearing Zhangsun Wuji's voice. “Don't talk to him lest he copies you!” Zhangsun Wuji warned.

That moment, the realization that this was one of Epsilon's tricks hit her. This ever-changing person had the ability to steal the soul. Even during conversations, it was possible for one to fall into that person's trap.

Opposite her, Epsilon remained smiling. This time round, Zhangsun Wuji's words were being echoed. “Don't talk to him lest he copies you!”

“Be careful.” Meng Fuyao noticed that Epsilon's target was switched and reminded Zhangsun Wuji with concern.

“This person is trying to control you, don't fall into his trap.” Zhangsun Wuji smiled and continued talking, undeterred by Epsilon.

“This person is trying to control you, don't fall into his trap.”

Meng Fuyao glared at Epsilon and watched Zhangsun Wuji that didn't seem to notice he was being learned. Her heart thumped. Wuji had fallen into his trap!

“Fuyao, step back for now. And don't speak anymore.” Zhangsun Wuji enjoined her worriedly as he went pale.

“Fuyao, step back for now. And don't speak anymore,” Epsilon replied with a smile.

Meng Fuyao panicked. Wuji had come to her rescue and fallen into Epsilon's trap!

‘What should I do? Call his name? Attract Epsilon's attention onto myself? It seems as though he could only control one person at a time.' Meng Fuyao's anxious thoughts flooded her mind.

Just as she was about to open her mouth, Zhangsun Wuji looked away and slowly recited, “How does it feel, to witness my loved one marry another?”

“How does it feel…” Epsilon suddenly froze.

“To see her donned in a crown and dressed in red, spending the wedding night with another. How does it feel?”

“To see her donned in a crown and dressed in red…” Epsilon opened his mouth as his face turned green.

“I am useless.” Zhangsun Wuji ignored Epsilon and sighed to the moon. “As one of the top ten martial artists that has the world at my beck and call, I am not even able to get an ounce of concern from my beloved one.”

“I am… You!” It was apparent that Epsilon was struggling as the color of his face turned from green to white.

Meng Fuyao noticed his expressions and realized that Epsilon's “mimicking” was a form of control over the consciousness. But when it came to conscious control, it was a must for the controlling party to have absolute advantage and confidence. Otherwise, the controlling party would easily suffer the backlash. Zhangsun Wuji initially pretended to be under his control and forced him to direct all his inner energy towards controlling Wuji. And then, Wuji suddenly hit the nail on its head, targeting Epsilon's most painful memories, causing distress to Epsilon and attempted to dominate the pace. Epsilon was now being pulled along by Zhangsun Wuji, stuck between a rock and a hard place. He did not want to follow, yet he could not opt-out. If he continued to follow, he would end up suffering the backlash.

If not for fear of distracting Zhangsun Wuji, Meng Fuyao would have burst out into laughter.

‘Epsilon, ah, Epsilon, your martial arts may be higher than the two of us, but you have forgotten that you are in the face of the slyest fox in the entire Five Regions Continent. Belittling him is equivalent to belittling your own life!' she thought triumphantly.

Meng Fuyao was too elated and could not help but squat in a corner, hugging her stomach, and she guffawed quietly. As she laughed, she slowly took out Destiny Rebellion and quietly made her way behind Epsilon.

“Even if I begged, a shattered mirror cannot be repaired,” Zhangsun Wuji gazed at the moon and said it with a sorrowful tone.

“Even if I… Even if I…” Epsilon struggled, his face turning paler by the second and his veins becoming more apparent.

Meng Fuyao's dagger was three inches away from his heart.

She couldn't rush; otherwise, she would destroy this atmosphere, destroy the trap that Zhangsun Wuji had set.

“To see another be by her side, what do I do with these feelings?” The moonlight lit up the contours of his face. His tone was filled with torment and sorrow. Somehow, Meng Fuyao felt that Zhangsun Wuji wasn't just describing Epsilon emotions, but rather… his own pain?

“To see her….these… these…” Blood slowly began to drip out the corner of Epsilon's mouth.

The blade gradually moved forward…

Only an inch left!

Meng Fuyao's gaze flickered. She knew that this chance bestowed by the Gods was extremely rare. Epsilon's abilities were phenomenal, and under normal circumstances, he would not have let things develop to this point. It was due to his careless under Zhangsun Wuji repeated acts of causing him distress that he had lost control. This chance would not come another time. After this, there was no after!

“To even follow her around, in hopes that she could show me some care,” Zhangsun Wuji whispered gently, his eyes still fixated on the moon. Suddenly, his gaze dropped.

And landed on Meng Fuyao.

Caught by surprise, Meng Fuyao almost dropped her blade. She tightened her grip around the dagger, continuing her slow and steady killing.

Just a centimeter left!

But once the calm lake was being stirred up, it would not return to its peaceful state anytime soon. The never-ending ripples…

“I have no other wish but to spend the rest of my days with her, to have her heart and never be separated.”

” I have…” Epsilon spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Epsilon!” A shriek shattered the carefully calculated atmosphere.

Epsilon immediately turned back.

Zhangsun Wuji shook.

Meng Fuyao immediately rushed forward and stabbed.

Shhh—

The sound of the dagger stabbing into him rang in the air. Drops of fresh blood splattered in the air as Epsilon pounced towards Zhangsun Wuji's direction. In her worry, Meng Fuyao lost focus and felt that Destiny Rebellion had slipped out of her hand and brushed passed something hard and slippery.

Meng Fuyao refused to give up her chase and did a flip and attempted to stab him once more.

However, Epsilon had already escaped, like a long snake, slithering behind the Xuanji Empress that had just run out.

Once he landed, he grabbed the Empress' arms and smiled. “You are worried about me…”

The Empress brushed him away. Stamping her foot on the ground, she shrieked and demanded, “Kill them! They cannot stay!”

“Yes, of course, we cannot stay.” Meng Fuyao blew off the blood on her dagger and smiled. “To find out about your adulterous affair, we cannot stay.”

“You b*tch!” The Xuanji Empress turned back, with her bloodshot eyes and screeched with anger. “What right do you have to tell me this? Everyone in the Five Regions Continent knows that the most shameless woman is you! Seducing men here and there. With your mediocre abilities, there is no way you can be the leader of the three nations. Naturally, you must have…”

Bam!

A heavy slap was directed towards her.

Zhangsun Wuji calmly tidied his sleeves and calmly said, “If you dare to continue, no matter who is beside you, I will kill you.”

His tone was calm, and his expression did not change even the slightest. Xuanji's Empress glared at him as she put her palm over her burning cheek. After the initial shock, she cursed at him, “Zhangsun Wuji, you are a piece of—”

Bam!

This slap was even louder than the previous one. The impact forced Xuanji Empress to turn back.

Meng Fuyao laughed coldly as she threatened her. “If you dare say another word about him, I do not care who is protecting you, I will dig out your heart and see what color it is.”

“You two sure like to brag.” Epsilon finally opened his mouth. He did not bother himself with the sobbing Empress but instead stared coldly at the two. “Do you think I am destined to lose due to that mere moment of careless?”

Meng Fuyao readied herself. “You can try.”

Chapter end