Chapter 56: CH 42.1

Flying Dust  [Fei Chen]

Chapter 42.1

Mo Fei Chen was about to go crazy. When did this person in front of him turn into a real (nuisance) pest1[牛皮糖 literal one is actually means ‘very sticky confection’]? What kind of drama is this? Why does he look like the main protagonist in a Chiung Yao’2[琼瑶(1938-), taiiwanese writer]s drama? Damn it, I am going to lose my mind!

“I don’t want to fucking understand anything about you at all! You can be your Jing Shui Sect Master, I’ll go back to my Kun Yun Peak! Well-water does not mix with river water 3(井水不犯河水: I’ll mind my own business, and you mind yours)r so it’s best if we grow old and die without having any contact with each other again! You don’t have to care too much (take to heart) about what happened in the inn, I almost wanted to kill you with my sword after what you did, so don’t think I’m so willing or happy about it!”

Jun Wushuang pulled him over then as if hiding the sky and covering the earth, he kissed him furiously, the tip of his tongue stirring so much that Mo Fei Chen out of breath, and even the bloodthirsty desire between his lips seemed to fill the air and spread all over. 

Mo Fei Chen suddenly felt that he was too foolish and impulsive, that he should have just fought with him using tai chi4[太极拳/ taijiquan: system of physical movement that emphasizes balance, coordination, and effortlessness, designed for attaining physical and mental well-being; also an art of self-defence] against Jun Wushuang and he should just have first knocked him out first then waited for his chance to escape. However when Jun Wushuang started to tear his clothes, Mo Fei Chen threw away (unimaginably far away) beyond the topmost clouds all the things he had said about sanity, logic etc. There was no denying that Mo Fei Chen indeed was not one hundred percent willing for what had happened on that night in the inn, but at least Jun Wushuang made him feel a little something. Unfortunately, this little feeling became a joke when his true identity was discovered.

Jun Wushuang could deceive the whole world but he was definitely a man with his own wild ambitions. If he wanted Mo Fei Chen to believe that this kind of man was not lying to him, sorry, he was not one of those yearn for love college girls who shed tears while holding the romance novels under their desks. 

A sword qi cut across Jun Wushuang’s cheek, leaving a bloody mark on that white and fair skin that once made Mo Fei Chen yearn for Jun Wushuang to be a woman.

Almost exactly at that moment, Mo Fei Chen’s shoulders gave a push and broke free from his opponent’s restraint, and with his Wind Ride stance, he was able to take five or six steps away from the other party.

Looking around at the cliff, don’t tell me that Jun Wushuang thought that this would be enough to trap him, Mo Fei Chen?

Really silly and so naive!

Mo Fei Chen strode over the top of the trees and headed for the cliff.

Jun Wushuang lowered his head, the mask on his face shattered and fell to the ground with a loud and clear voice.

“Fei Chen…”

Mo Fei Chen’s toes had already touched the cliff wall, his internal strength had improved greatly, his body was light and graceful likened to a falling leaf surrounding the world. 

“You can’t go anywhere!”

A sword qi wrigged through the air in a semi-circle and pierced into the cliff face.

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Mo Fei Chen followed closely as he also took out his sword qi. His sword qi crashed with Shu Xin Sword, using the force to soar even higher.

With a flick of his wrist, Jun Wushuang’s Shu Xin Sword wrapped around the Fei Chen Sword and hit the rock wall directly, then the rocks fell down. Mo Fei Chen had to dodge, since then he lost his track. He could not keep his strength, so he had to change direction.

Jun Wushuang’s wrist moved slightly around as his second sword qi followed closely behind Mo Fei Chen. Mo Fei Chen had just dodged the cutting edges of the sword while the third and fourth sword qi were so strong that he was on the verge of being cornered or forcing him to a dead end.

Mo Fei Chen had already jumped one third of the way up the cliff wall, but now he was forced to return to the bottom of the valley, knowing that if he really wanted to leave, then he could only have to win against Jun Wushuang.

“Lao zi, I can go wherever I want to go!”

Mo Fei Chen took out his sword qi, his sword qi soaring, the whole forest was driven by that wind and swayed vigorously, Jun Wushuang took a step backwards, his chin tilted upwards slightly, his wrist bone and arm raised upwards, his Shu Xin sword seemed like a sharp blade separating Fei Chen sword and directing at the place where Mo Fei Chen was.

“Damn it!” I haven’t seen this bastard for three years yet he’s gotten so much better that I can’t even catch up with him!

Mo Fei Chen suddenly vaguely remembered that when he almost went mad 5[Qi Deviation (走火入魔 zǒuhuǒ rùmó) – also known as Qigong Deviation. Literally translates as “to catch fire and be entered [possessed] by devils”. A state wherein the cultivation base becomes dangerously unstable, causing internal damage to the body and symptoms of psychosis. People who succumb to their Internal Demons, who practice cultivation/martial arts incorrectly, or who rashly use forbidden arts are all at risk of falling into this state.] at the end of his bottleneck breakthrough, it seemed that Jun Wushuang had also adjusted his inner breath for him, but at that time he was wearing that mask, moreover he didn’t say anything. He didn’t pay much attention to him either and thought which righteous sect leader was he. 

Dust like ice crystals rose from the trees and forests, only then did Mo Fei Chen realize that Jun Wushang’s sword was extremely cold, whenever the sword went, even the moisture in the air had solidified into ice particles.

Whether he could see it clearly or not, Mo Fei Chen was just about to take out his sword qi again, wanted to take his opponent by surprise, yet Jun Wushuang suddenly arrived in the mist and choked Mo Fei Chen’s throat with his fingers. 

“I told you before, don’t use your sword against me.” Mo Fei Chen finally had a chance to clearly look at Jun Wushuang’s face, which was somewhat similar to that of three years ago, but also so different in many ways.

As many times as Mo Fei Chen had looked at Jun Wushuang’s side face, he thought that this man should look even more handsome, and this time his guess were confirmed. Jun Wushuang indeed should used a mask to cover his face. He must also used a disguise when he was still in the Xiushui Palace so that it would not make his Shi Jie and Shi Mei jealous to death.

He was a really good looking (beautiful) with a face like a white jade, but without the slightest hint of feminine charm, instead, the angle between his forehead as well as the curve of his eyebrows were quite dashing. Mo Fei Chen was stunned (stare in awe) for a moment as he was looking at him but soon after that he also saw a burst of evil tendency in his pupils. This time, he’s finished (done for)! 

His instinct for survival still led him to used both of his hands and grab Jun Wushuang’s hands who was grabbing his own wrists. His face was swollen with blood, he thought that Jun Wushuang was really going to choke him to death. His eyes might even stick out and he looked really ugly. 

Jun Wushuang looked at him, suddenly releasing his hand and gently stroking his neck that had red marks on it, “Fei Chen, I’m sorry… I just wanted to catch you.”

Mo Fei Chen was sitting on the floor being held by the other party, he was somehow in a trance.The look in Jun Wushuang’s eyes changed from tyrannical to gentle, and he was simply like a different person.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat hurt very much. 

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