Chapter 1 – Blood-Soaked Rebirth
The pale moonlight shone through the shabby window, painting a silver white halo inside the ruined temple.
Inside the temple a few burly men stood straight, surrounding a weak young lady. Her cheeks held no color, her face was b.l.o.o.d.y, and her clothes were ripped with dark red blood stains.
"Although her face is ruined, her body looks quiet tender ah."
"Such a tender beauty, this master will be going first!" Among the men, a fat man spoke out rubbing his hands in antic.i.p.ation as he reached out rip the meager clothes on the young girl's body. Behind him, several of the men issued loud laughs.
At this moment, the star of the show opened her eyes and coldly glanced at the wretched man who was reaching out to her clothes.
Fatty met her eyes as she wept her gaze across the room. Unexpectedly, for a short moment the fatty felt as if his soul was about to escape from his body. He foolishly stood at his spot.
"AH!!!"
In the next moment the fatty came crashing down to the floor. His dead body hit the floor with a loud bang; his eyes were still wide open in surprise.
G.o.d knows when, a silver hairpin had become lodged within his neck.
Feng Xing Ying pulled the silver hairpin out of the man's neck. As she pulled it out, blood sprayed her and the faces of a surrounding few men.
"Dead?" The remaining four men incredulously stared at the fatty who was lying motionless on the ground. Dread crept up their hearts as they stared at Feng Xing Ying. "She's not a waste?"
"Enough nonsense, let's go together, we should be able to kill her!"
"Worst comes to worst, we'll kill her and destroy the corpse."
Within seconds, the four people had encircled Feng Xing Ying.
"Oh~~"
Feng Xing Ying's lips arched up, her tiny bloodied face grew increasingly colder as if she had crawled out of h.e.l.l itself. Like a demon, her body flashed between the four villains.
After a few ups and downs, the temple once again became quiet.
Blood.
Just as she landed, blood spurted out from the necks of the four men. She sneered at the dead bodies on the ground.
Just as she turned around, her brain was bombarded with a series of images. Feng Xing Ying kneaded her temples as a splitting pain spread across her head.
She was Chinese medicine doctor in her country in the 21st century. With her two hands and a single silver needle, Feng Xing Ying could even bring the dead back to life.
However, not many people knew that these two hands that had saved so many lives had also taken countless others. Feng Xing Ying was an a.s.sa.s.sin that operated with drugs, an omnipotent killer.
Feng Xing Ying was the mysterious grim reaper, the mysterious female agent code named Ying You! (Hidden glimmer)
The owner of this body however is the eldest daughter of the Feng Household of the Dali country, named Feng Xing Ying. However, she had lost both her parents at a young age so the house was currently being managed by her two uncles. The days she spent in the Feng household after the pa.s.sing of her parents were not pleasant to say the least.
In this Dali country, only those who are able to correspond with nature and awaken spirit powers can command respect. These spirit powers can be gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. Once a person awakens their powers, they can embark on the road to becoming spiritualists.
Once spiritualists awaken their abilities, they begin their practice. Spiritualists, spirit masters, greater spirit master, mysterious spirit master, spirit king, spirit ancestor, and higher levels that even Feng Xing Ying was not aware of; these are the levels that these spiritualists must pa.s.s through.
When Feng Xing Ying was born, the legendary phoenix soared through the skies. The Tongtian pavilion had predicted that Feng Xing Ying would inevitably one day soar through the skies just like the phoenix. She would become a legend among spiritualists with unsurpa.s.sable talent.
The spotlight was focused on her.
However, when the seven-year-old Feng Xing Ying's apt.i.tude was tested, it was found that her veins could not communicate with nature and so she would not be able use spirit power. From that moment onwards, Feng Xing Ying was known as a "waste".
Due to the prophecy made at her birth, the royal court had expected much from here. As such, the King had even bestowed upon her a marriage with the crown prince who possessed a spirit talent of six stars.
Luckily, although Feng Xing Ying was rubbish, she had been born incomparably beautiful.
Today Feng Xing Ying was the only close confidant of the five clan's younger sister, Feng Yue Lu. Feng Yue Lu had made an appointment with Feng Xing Ying today to meet on the outskirts of the city to appreciate flowers. However, Feng Yue Lu had long been displeased with this close confidant of hers. She was a woman of great pride and arrogance, and seeing the beauty that was Feng Xing Ying, she was irked. So she paid off a few ruffians to destroy Feng Xing Ying's face, have their fun and then sell her off to a brothel.
The timid and cowardly Feng Xing Ying was unable to bear the torture. Unable to bare her soul left her body.
"Sigh, how pitiful… Well, since I have received life once again due to you, I shall repay this favor. Those who have bullied you, I will not let them go." Feng Xing Ying vowed with a grim smile.
Chapter 2
Feng Xing Ying leaned at a corner to rest for a moment before walking out of the temple.
The cold moonlight brought with it a stream of tranquility. As she walked forward, Feng Xing Ying came across a creek flowing with clear water. Her atrocious and bloodied appearance was reflected in the rippling water.
Feng Xing Ying raised her head warily, her muscles tensing. She squint her eyes as she looked at the other side of the stream.
She was shocked by what she saw.
The stream had a man standing in it, his lower body immersed in water. His upper body revealed firm pectoral muscles. Though his skin shone like a crystal it was not too pale. Drops of water dripped from the bridge of his nose and slipped down his lips. The entire scene radiated sinful temptation.
Only, at this moment his eyes were scarlet red like a bloodthirsty beast, staring at Feng Xing Ying.
Her instincts screamed danger, Feng Xing Ying began to retreat.
However, it was too late.
The man reached his hand out and Feng Xing Ying was dragged to him by an invisible air flow. His manner was as if even G.o.ds won't be able to resist him should he command.
Feng Xing Ying wanted to struggle, but somehow she was not able to even make a small squeak.
She got closer and closer to him.
His burning gaze was focused on her body, and the flames that he had held back burst forth at this moment.
"Don't…"
Before Feng Xing Ying could complete the sentence that she had spent all her will to get out, she felt her lips being attacked by something soft. The man captured her lips and played them aggressively, igniting her body with the same pa.s.sion that he felt.
The enlarged face before her was very handsome. From his brow, to his nose, till his lidded eyes, each line on his face was if he had been carved out of exquisite jade. His ruby lips were indifferent to her struggles as he continued with his erotic kiss.
His lips only felt softer and hotter to the touch by the moment. Feng Xing Ying felt her mind go blank as a spell of dizziness raked her brain.
His despotic kiss only felt more overbearing. She felt overwhelmed as if a storm was raging inside her chest.
Overbearing, strong, yet somehow gentle.
Feng Xing Ying became relaxed under the man's gentle ways. Grunting, his body weighed her down as they sank lower, until they were all the way in the water.
The ice cold water from the creek poured over Feng Xing Ying, washing away the hot fire that had lit inside her.
Snapping out of her stupor, Feng Xing Ying took note of the man's red eyes. She thought through some causes for his condition and came to the realization that he had been drugged.
Her eyes flashed coldly, in a swift motion she pulled out her silver hairpin from her mess hair and stabbed it into the man's waist.
The man was distracted for a moment, loosening the arm that had tightly bound around Feng Xing Ying. His eyes returned from their blood red state and became clear once again. His gaze became darker, its depth becoming bottomless.
His lips stretched taut, his beautiful face flashing helpless embarra.s.sment. With a swing, he flew out of the water.
……
Feng Xing Ying finally surfaced and took a deep breath.
She was in her right mind to ask "Who are you?"
But she only saw quiet surroundings. The place where the man once was only left a small whirlpool that was calming down.
It was as if she had seen a ghost. Could it be an illusion caused by her recent crossover?
No. The blood in the river was gradually beginning to dilute and her silver hairpin was swimming in the creek. All of this proved that what she had just experienced was not a dream.
She had met an extremely bewildering and despotic man, and even more importantly this man who had repeatedly taken…her down was still drugged.
“How am I so stupid?! When does a leftover woman like me get a chance like this? Why not just eat him? Aiya, my brain is really smoking these days…" Feng Xing Ying couldn't help but grumble to herself.
"If you insist, I actually don't mind."
The man so beautiful that he no longer looked human had appeared G.o.d knows when in front of Feng Xing Ying.
This time however, the man was dressed in beautiful neat and tidy robes. He stood quietly on the water, looking down at Feng Xing Ying with a trace of an evil smile.
This man, his speed had long breached the barrier that held humans back. This was the so called spiritualist?
Feng Xing Ying raised her eyebrows.
That haughty air around him as if he was looking down at the rest of the world irked Feng Xing Ying's arrogance.
How beautiful was he? How strong was he?
She was not uncommon.
She raised her eyes to meet his head on, silently competing with him.
The man wrinkled his brows, looking Feng Xing Ying up and down. The Feng Xing Ying at the moment really couldn't talk about beauty. Her hair was messy; her clothes were torn and blood-stained. Even her small face was covered in blood to the point where the only distinguishable features were those deep eyes of hers. Yet these eyes were so mystifying that anyone who looked into them couldn't help but want to fall into them, wanting to spend the rest of their life exploring what they hid.
Her eyes made him feel as if he was looking at a n.o.ble king.
He glanced at her once before he laughed.
She and him, they were the same kind of people!
Chapter 3
Feng Xing Ying looked away from the man. She calmly cleaned off the blood on her face and pulled her wet clothes into place. After she had neatly arranged her smooth long black hair, she turned around and left, never once forgetting to put on proud airs.
In reality Feng Xing Ying was somewhat scared at this moment. It seems that when the man had shown his spirit powers, Feng Xing Ying had finally realized that everything that she had ever been familiar with was gone. However she calmed down the turbulence in her heart. G.o.d had given her something that probably so other human in history had received a second chance at life. Since she was alive now, she would live like a king.
This was not only for herself, but also for the dead Feng Xing Ying who had suffered her whole life.
Only, Feng Xing Ying was puzzled. According to the history of the Yun Xi continent, whenever a person is born, they can trigger the heavens and earths to form bonds with different spirit powers.
Spirit apt.i.tude ranges from one star to nine stars, with one being the lowest and nine being the highest. For an ordinary person to be able to achieve five stars was already considered quite a good apt.i.tude. Six stars are considered genius apt.i.tude; seven stars are considered a genius of a generation. Eight stars and nine stars are considered legendary, granting a person the abilities to communicate with the strange abilities of the heavens and the earth.
Since the birth of Feng Xing Ying triggered strange phenomenon across the heaven and earth, she should not be a waste.
Feng Xing Ying carefully touched her hand to examine her pulse.
With this touch, her heart was even more puzzled.
Her body turned out to be a legend alright, but it was a legend that cannot be treated with medicine. This body of hers was meant to live only till nine years of age because she possessed the Nine Yin Frozen Veins. These veins mean that a person suffers from bitter cold and destroyed meridians before they die at the age of nine.
The problem here was that Feng Xing Ying was already fifteen years old, and not only had she lived well, she also had not experienced the slightest bitter cold symptoms.
On the contrary, her body temperature was actually quite energetic and warm.
Interesting…really interesting.
Feng Xing Ying who was immersed with examining her body had ignored the man. At the moment his burning gaze was focused on her, his lips arched with a touch of obvious interest.
A little bonfire illuminated Feng Xing Ying's badly mangled face. She was merely sitting on the ground, her aura tranquil. Anyone who saw her couldn't help but compare her to a broken porcelain doll, arousing pity.
"I'm called Qin Mo Lin, what about you?" The man from the creek didn't know when but he had taken a seat beside Feng Xing Ying, his face was illuminated by the bonfire as well.
Qin Mo Lin sized up Feng Xing Ying's profile with a deep gaze.
Not unreasonable, really calm.
This woman was really interesting.
The pride and the complicated feelings that swam in her deep eyes reminded him once again of that feeling of familiarity.
Although the state of her face was quite appalling, it also provoked his interest in finding out what had happened to the girl.
This kind of woman with a wolf-like gaze, what happened to push her to such a state? The broken temple that reeked of blood and her were somehow related, right?
"Feng Xing Ying."
Feng Xing Ying answered out loud in a faint voice. Qin Mo Lin, this person, he had to be quiet powerful to always catch her off guard.
"Dali's most beautiful?"
"Hehe I believe that you can be considered Dali's most beautiful." Feng Xing Ying showed a self-depreciating smile as she thought. Now that her face looks like a ghost's, won't the beauties of the country use this chance to gain an edge?
Although she was the most beautiful woman in Dali, most people privately called her a vase. This was because she was only as good as a vase, utterly useless but nice to look at.
Feng Xing Ying had very stubborn nature; she turned around to answer with a verse:
"We're both the same, the same kind of killers. However I cannot compare to your majesty Cold King's feminine charms…"
He lightly pulled the corner of his mouth. Without speaking a word, Qin Mo Lin reached to pull Feng Xing Ying towards him, grasping her pulse.
As he grasped her wrist, his face took on a stunned expression.
Qin Mo Lin was also very curious. This person who had triggered the heavens and earth at birth just like him, why was she a waste?
"Nine Yin Frozen Veins?!" Qin Mo Lin was finally somewhat startled by her: "You actually lived this long?"
"And never felt cold." Feng Xing Ying shrugged. The cold night wind met her drenched body, yet she did not feel cold. On the contrary, she actually felt quite pleasant.
"I see…" Qin Mo Lin's eyes finally flashed with a mysterious light.
Chapter 4
“So that’s the reason…” Qin Mo Lin looked as if he had come to a realization. Smiling, he continued: “Your innate skill is quite outstanding. Your spiritual talent can unexpectedly contend against the Nine Yin Frozen Meridians.”
“Is there a way to save the situation?” On the surface it seemed as if Feng Xing Ying was completely unaffected, however the rays of brilliance shining in her eyes betrayed her.
From the memories of the original Feng Xing Ying, she had learned that the spiritualists in this world were truly powerful, much more so than anyone she had ever known. To top it off, she had also seen a living example in Qin Mo Lin.
It also seemed that the all the values of practicing restraint to train one’s self were also considered utter bogus.
Although she could be considered to be an expert in ancient martial arts before, she was also confident that she could train and restore her body to peak condition. She would be under a lot of pressure so it wouldn’t be bad if she could awaken her spirit powers.
“Kiss me and I’ll tell you.” Qin Mo Lin smiled with evil intentions yet he still resembled a picturesque immortal.
Feng Xing Ying was almost pulled into a trance as she saw him smile. Shaking herself out of it, she scolded the evildoer in her heart.
He gently placed his jade like hand on her shoulder, holding her down. Grabbing her cheek, he turned her towards him.
“I don’t need your help! I can find a way on my own.” Feng Xing Ying firmly stood her ground as she angrily spoke. Qin Mo Lin smiled with evil intentions as he once again placed his lips upon Feng Xing Ying. In the moon light his appearance was akin to a blooming lotus, blindingly bright.
This time, Feng Xing Ying felt that this man was endlessly charming. His lips burned hot as he pried open her stubborn mouth. She felt something hot pa.s.s through her throat and enter her body.
As expected, Feng Xing Ying wanted to resist but she stopped herself just in time. Her intuition told her that this man wouldn’t harm her.
She always believed her instincts.
In that moment, Feng Xing Ying felt as if a layer of ice had appeared in her body, vehemently resisting the flame that had just appeared.
One moment she felt as if her body was being pierced by the bitter cold, the next moment she felt like she was being roasted by the world’s hottest flame.
Their lips separated.
Feng Xing Ying trembled violently as pain raked her body. But she bit her lip, refusing to let so much as a groan escape.
“If it feels like you can’t tolerate the pain, then make some noise. I’ll help you suppress the pain at once. Only, from the onwards you can only be a vase like before.” It was as if Qin Mo Lin’s voice had bewitched Feng Xing Ying.
His lips pressed close to her earlobe. Seeing a small red dot, he couldn’t help but lick it.
He already seemed to know her answer.
He shouldn’t have asked.
If it was him, he would also make the same choice.
“I will not give up.”
Feng Xing spoke with a stutter. Immediately afterwards she bit her lip once again.
A pretty and flirtatious color died her soft pink lips. The blood flowed over, dying both her tender young lips red.
Seeing this kind of Feng Xing Ying, the smile on Qin Mo Lin’s face became even more obvious.
Perhaps, this little girl really might be able to do it…
Qin Mo Lin’s expression grew increasingly abstruse.
Pain. Heart piercing pain.
Her body was not being torn apart, rather the cold had penetrated deep into her bones. Her heart burned in a raging inferno.
Feng Xing Ying&rs
quo;s consciousness was focused as the raging flames bore through the cold ice.
“I’m not afraid of you!” Her dark thoughts raged.
If one talks of fierceness, who can say that they can place on to of Feng Xing Ying?
Though she was relentless towards her enemies, she was even more ruthless to herself. Ordinary people cannot get talent through just endurance. Feng Xing Ying did not believe in fate, only herself. She never for a moment thought that she would be unable to endure through this pain.
Flames, ice, what does it matter? Knives, mountains, oceans, she has walked them all.
This pain, what does it matter?
And so Feng Xing Ying maintained her strange position. She sat still by the campfire as ice began to cover every inch of her body. Should anyone see her in that moment, they would think that she was a sculpture made of crystal ice.
The cold ice slowed down yet the fire thrived more and more. Her heart felt as if cold magma would burst through at any moment. Piercing the ice, the fire thrived.
……
Feng Xing Ying woke up in the early morning.
Qin Mo Lin seemed to be long gone but the bonfire was still quietly burning.
A trace of warmth emerged in Feng Xing Ying’s heart.
Stretching out her right hand, she curled her finger. A flame danced in her palm as if it had a life of its own.
Spiritualist…she’s finally reached it.
Moreover, it is common knowledge that fire spiritualists are the most dreadful when it comes to spirit power.
Feng Xing Ying turned around and took a deep look at the ruined temple. The bloodshed from last night was still vivid in her mind and the corpses of those ruffians were still in there. It was unavoidable that some people might come and explore.
And she has no endurance for troublesome people.
Expressionless, Feng Xing Ying raised the fireball in her slender hand and threw it towards the ruined temple. The next moment, she threw another. And another. And another.
The wooden walls of the temple burned with intense fire, the bodies that were inside would also eventually become ashes with it.
Feng Xing Ying turned around, listening to the roar of the raging fire. Her face was devoid of any compa.s.sion.
Since you don not want me to go back, naturally this Feng Xing Ying will.
As for those who are indebted to me… they will all pay one by one.
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