Feng Guang had no time to explain how she had gone to sleep only to wake up suddenly pregnant with a full belly. Right now, she was in a terrible mood.
How terrible?
She wanted to kill someone.
“It’s you again, you old bastard.” Feng Guang stepped in front of Fang Yue, her eyes narrowing as she turned to check on him. He was injured, but at least he wasn’t in any immediate danger. That gave her enough room to sneer at the old man before her. “No, wait. I should be calling you a one-armed old bastard now.”
“How dare you! Show some respect to the Master!” a disciple roared.
Feng Guang didn’t even blink before sending a palm strike his way, knocking him to the ground. “You dare speak to me like that? You’re the one being insolent.”
Yi Mu pressed a pressure point to stop his bleeding. Though he was in immense pain, he still managed to maintain his composed, sage-like demeanor. “Young lady, the man behind you is a traitor who betrayed his sect and his master. The Xuan Sect must cleanse its ranks—please, step aside.”
Feng Guang let out a cold laugh. “You’re telling me that Fang Yue, this naive, soft-hearted fool, is a treacherous betrayer of his own master?”
Fang Yue coughed lightly. He could understand the meaning of “naive, soft-hearted fool” just from the words alone. But what concerned him more was the sight of Feng Guang’s swollen belly.
Feng Guang’s expression darkened. “Fang Yue got hurt—let me guess, you used one of your usual dirty tricks, didn’t you? Like using an innocent person as a human shield?”
With so many disciples present and knowing Fang Yue’s unwillingness to harm his fellow sect members, Feng Guang’s guess wasn’t unfounded. She hadn’t expected to be spot-on, though.
“Master…” A delicate-looking young woman spoke hesitantly. “Please… let Senior Brother go.”
“He killed Huan Jian and tried to kill me today. A’Ning, do you think I should let such a dangerous man run free to wreak havoc upon the world?”
“I… I don’t believe Senior Brother would do such a thing.”
“You saw it yourself. His sword strikes showed no mercy. What more proof do you need?”
A’Ning lowered her head, silent.
Feng Guang suddenly turned to look at the girl, frowning. “What’s your name?”
“M-Me? I’m Mu Ning. And you… Who are you?” Mu Ning couldn’t help but stare at the red-clad woman who was fiercely protecting Senior Brother. When she saw her swollen belly, countless thoughts flooded her mind, leaving her with an inexplicable feeling.
So she was Mu Ning.
The moment Feng Guang saw her face—identical to Li Qing’s—she had suspected as much. But she hadn’t expected Mu Ning to be Li Qing’s past incarnation. And that meant the “Senior Brother” she was so attached to…
There was no time to dwell on how or why she had ended up seven hundred years in the past. Feng Guang turned her glare on Fang Yue. “Are you hiding something from me?”
Fang Yue, clutching his wound, furrowed his brows. His already pale face turned even whiter.
Seeing him in this state, Feng Guang couldn’t bring herself to press him further. Instead, she formed a hand seal, stepping forward to face the entire Xuan Sect. “I’m taking him with me today. If anyone dares to stop me, I’ll kill them. I am not Fang Yue—I won’t show mercy like he does.”
Yi Mu sighed with pity. “Young lady, don’t be blinded by your emotions. A traitor like him is not worth risking your life over. Besides… you’re with child. In the chaos of battle, accidents can happen. You should think of the baby in your womb.”
Fang Yue’s gaze turned ice-cold. He pulled Feng Guang behind him, his expression so chilling that the very disciples who once respected him without fear now felt a creeping dread.
“None of you will lay a hand on her.”
His voice was like a storm sweeping across a frozen wasteland—cold, relentless, and terrifying enough to make their blood run cold.
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152