010 The Woman Who Had Been Marked

Yun Feiyue pressed her hand to her forehead. “That kind of pick-up line is so out of date. Please, just move aside.” Don’t block her from picking the handsome guy.

The man in red remained unmoved, standing right where he was as he carefully studied Yun Feiyue. His clear eyes brimmed with curiosity. “Oh, I think I remember now…” He leaned down, inhaling by Yun Feiyue’s ear. “He left his scent on you. I was right—you’re a woman who’s been marked.” He had seen everything clearly that night.

He tilted his head to look at Yun Feiyue’s face.

A man appeared before Yun Feiyue, as fair and exquisite as a porcelain doll. He had signature almond-shaped eyes, hair tied up in a topknot, and wore a simple red robe, more beautiful and enchanting than any woman.

He stared at Yun Feiyue, and she stared back, the two locked in mutual appraisal.

His skin was flawless, snow-white and smooth, his features delicate, lips a pale pink, his face the shape of a slender melon—undeniably the makings of a true beauty!

“Handsome, care to join me for a drink?” Yun Feiyue smiled at him.

Only then did he slowly shift his gaze, giving a harmless, gentle smile. “My name’s not Handsome. It’s Mo Twelve.”

“Ahem! All right, Mo Twelve!” Mo Twelve or Mo Thirteen, she thought, with such a gorgeous man before her, it would be a crime not to take advantage.

Mo Twelve considered for a moment but shook his head. “Sorry, I can’t drink with you right now.”

“If not wine, then tea! I have all kinds of tea. Whatever you like, I have it!”

“Tea’s no good either...” Mo Twelve looked troubled—someone was chasing him!

Yun Feiyue gave a fake laugh, then swung her fist toward the red-robed man’s head. “Do you know how much of my time you’re wasting!” If he couldn’t, he should have said so sooner! What was the point of pretending to think it over!

Mo Twelve nimbly dodged her punch and retreated to the willow tree ten meters away. “Hehe, big sister, don’t get so worked up. Given your current physical condition, it wouldn’t be wise to get agitated, would it?”

Yun Feiyue was startled. What sort of demon was this, who could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with her body?

“Hey, handsome, come here. Let’s have a proper talk.” Yun Feiyue immediately changed her tone, smiling at Mo Twelve.

Mo Twelve hesitated, tilting his head in thought about whether to approach.

“Come here, I promise I won’t hit you.” Yun Feiyue raised her hand and swore to the heavens.

At last, Mo Twelve believed her, taking a few cautious steps toward her, but still on guard. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Let’s talk about life’s ambitions, the philosophy of living, skincare methods. And deep questions like where you’re from and where you’re going!” Yun Feiyue pursed her lips in a smile. “And, about what you said earlier—who marked me?”

Mo Twelve blinked. “I can’t answer any of your questions. I’m being hunted by an enemy right now. If you can help me, maybe I’ll be able to tell you something.”

“That white shadow from earlier?”

Mo Twelve tilted his head and nodded helplessly. “He’s chased me from the Southern Kingdom all the way to Chu.”

Yun Feiyue turned, pointing at Scarlet Blossom Pavilion. “That’s my residence. Go hide in there.” I’ll take my time with you later.

Mo Twelve beamed. “Thanks!”

As the red silhouette slipped into Scarlet Blossom Pavilion, Yun Feiyue had barely taken two steps when the white shadow appeared in pursuit.

A chill clung to the newcomer, his snowy white robe making him look even colder. Jade ear cuffs hung from his ears, setting off a nearly flawless face: sword-like brows, star-bright eyes, a tall nose, and lips of soft rose.

Another handsome man!

“Han—” Yun Feiyue was just about to greet him when he suddenly backed away two steps, a flash of surprise crossing his otherwise cold, emotionless eyes.

“You…” He stared at Yun Feiyue in disbelief, then took two steps closer, wanting a better look. Wasn’t she already dead? How could she possibly be alive? Three years ago, he’d used the Soul-Seeking Art and found nothing—her soul lamp had gone out! How could she be standing before him now…

Seeing his expression, Yun Feiyue sensed danger. This guy didn’t seem quite right in the head!

She instinctively stepped back. “Hey, hey, hey, this is the Yun family’s estate—what are you trying to do?”

At that moment, Little Mumu spread his arms to block Yun Feiyue. “Big brother, don’t bully Feiyue!”

The child’s voice caught Mo Feiyuan’s attention. He looked down at the little round ball barely up to his knee, and a familiar feeling washed over him.

He immediately reached out, gently resting his hand on Little Mumu’s head. A rush of blood surged through his body—the pulse of inherited bloodlines. There could be no mistake. This child was his…

He withdrew his hand, and for the first time felt a sense of urgency—a need to know everything about this mother and child before him…

Yun Feiyue hurriedly scooped up Little Mumu, eyeing the man warily. With so many child traffickers these days, she had to be cautious!

Yun Dao came rushing over to protect Yun Feiyue, but when he saw the white-robed man’s face, he was stunned. “Lord Hidden God, Mo Feiyuan?”

Mo Feiyuan gave no reply, but his presence and the icy martial aura he exuded were unmistakable. Yun Dao had seen him once, years ago, at the Heavenly Rankings Tournament.

Yun Feiyue’s mouth fell open. So this was Mo Feiyuan, the man her master wanted her to find? He had appeared with no effort at all! No wonder he radiated nobility and coldness the moment he entered.

Five minutes later, Mo Feiyuan was seated in Yun Feiyue’s pavilion. As for Mo Twelve, she had completely forgotten about him…

“The situation is like this,” Yun Feiyue said with a smile. “A few years ago, I was set up and seriously injured. I spent three years recovering at the War Cloud Sect. Although I recovered, my abilities are restricted. My master said you could help me?”

“Let me check,” Mo Feiyuan replied, his normally icy face showing the faintest flicker of emotion. He reached out and placed his hand on Yun Feiyue’s forehead. A chill flowed into her body as he examined her condition.

“Your meridians are severed, your blood flows in reverse. Though your life was saved and all one hundred and eight meridians reconnected, the reversal of your blood flow remains unresolved. Forcing your power will only harm your body.” His voice was cool and pleasant, like an eagle’s cry in winter—piercing and unique.

“I know that already. I’m asking if you have a solution?” Yun Feiyue looked at Mo Feiyuan with anticipation.

Mo Feiyuan withdrew his hand, standing with hands behind his back, his expression ice-cold and silent. Yun Feiyue’s patience was limited. “Iceberg—oh, I mean, Lord Hidden God, is there any hope for my situation?”

“Give me some time. I need to find some herbs. For now, take good care of yourself.” With that, Mo Feiyuan formed an intricate seal with his hands. A beam of white light shot from his palms into the inner chamber. “Mo Twelve, come out!”

Mo Twelve spun out of the room in a flash of red, fluttering like a butterfly, stopping right in front of Mo Feiyuan. His short sword lashed out at Mo Feiyuan’s throat, but Mo Feiyuan blocked it with his left hand and at the same time struck at Mo Twelve’s chest with his right palm.

Mo Twelve retreated two steps, blood at the corner of his mouth. “Mo Feiyuan, you can’t stop me! I will leave the Mo family, no matter what it takes—even if it costs my life!”

Mo Feiyuan sheathed his sword. “If you can find the Eye of the Snowlands, the Flower of Putuo, and the Celestial Frost within a month, I’ll permit you to leave the Mo family.” With that, he turned and left. The Twelfth Hidden Lord was no longer needed.

Yun Feiyue quickly called after him, “Hey, don’t forget about my treatment!”

“Dragon Banquet.” Mo Feiyuan left only those two words before vanishing.

Yun Feiyue clicked her tongue. “Now that’s a true iceberg!”

Little Mumu had been in a daze this whole time. Ever since Mo Feiyuan touched his head, he’d felt an inexplicable fondness for him, as if it came from deep within his bones.

“Mommy, I think Big Brother Iceberg could be Daddy Candidate Number Three!”

Yun Feiyue nearly spat blood, knocking Little Mumu gently on the head. “That man’s too noble and aloof—your mother can’t handle him yet. Once I recover, I’ll make sure to bring him down!”

Mo Twelve licked the blood from his lips and sauntered over with a grin. “Beautiful sister, do you think I qualify to be brought down by you?”

---- Author’s Note ----

Yesterday I messed up and uploaded the wrong chapter—don’t hit me~