Chapter 125: It’s My Turn to Say a Few Words
On the abrupt wind-eroded hilltop, Furongluo was bound and captive.
The howling wind tangled her long hair, and the gravel in the wind left sharp pains on her face, but her eyes remained clear, and the bruised corner of her mouth bore a faint smile.
Before coming here, she already knew what her fate would be.
It was nothing but d*ath, and she accepted it gladly.
She knew her little brother Bai Kai was formidable; in her heart, he was a unique existence in the heavens and on earth.
However, no matter how strong he was, could he really defeat hundreds or thousands of half-urban legends?
Even if he managed to barely overcome them, what would become of the Zhanbu Tribe?
Perhaps, the only way to quell the anger of the other tribes is to use the oldest method among the half-urban legend tribes, giving enough time for the Zhanbu Tribe to escape the Gobi Desert, Furongluo thought.
The Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader stood beside her, gripping a rusted broadsword, gazing into the distance as if waiting for something.
After a moment, accompanied by a rhythm of footsteps, a gathering of half-urban legends that had followed the Tuowuali Lei Tribe near Sanlongsha gradually surrounded Furongluo.
Seeing the accompanying urban legends gathering, the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader surveyed the surroundings and lightly spoke.
“Everyone, I believe you have seen the woman tied up here. She is the clan leader of the Zhanbu Tribe, Furongluo Zhanbu. Perhaps some of you are wondering why she is tied up here; let me explain!”
“Today is the moment we, the survivors, have waited for a thousand important times. The great Shaman Queen is about to return to this land and lead us survivors to regain our former glory. To this end, every tribe should contribute its strength without harboring any doubts, and this woman…”
As the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader spoke, he slowly placed the long sword against Furongluo’s neck and continued, “Not only is she unwilling to contribute her tribe’s strength to rescue the Shaman Queen, but she also killed the clansman I sent to deliver a message. This is a betrayal of the great Shaman Queen.”
“We survivors can exist in this land, possessing powers beyond the ordinary, all because of the Shaman Queen’s grace. Those who betray her are committing an unforgivable sin!”
Once the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader finished speaking, an outburst of furious voices erupted from the half-urban legends present.
“k*ll her!”
“Punish betrayal with bl**d!”
“She should be punished with the gift of return!”
“…”
The half-urban legends believed that everything they had came from the grace of the Shaman Queen. The so-called gift of return meant spilling bl**d on the Gobi Desert, leaving bones beneath the blazing sun, and letting the wind carry away the last remnants of the soul, returning everything to the Shaman Queen. It was the harshest punishment among the many half-urban legend tribes.
In this world, there are always those who like to build their joy on the cruelty towards others; the half-urban legends are no exception.
The half-urban legends present did not feel much anger towards Furongluo’s actions; they simply enjoyed watching her tragic demise.
Like those in feudal times who loved to gather at the market square, watching the executioner behead, excitedly cheering.
Moreover, Furongluo was a beauty.
The wilting of flowers always carries a different kind of beauty.
As the shouting gradually diminished, the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader spoke again, “What you all said is correct; a traitor like her should be punished with the gift of return. However, in this special moment, we don’t have time to waste on her.”
“So, I have decided to behead her, just as she did to my clansman.”
Having said that, the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader slightly leaned over to Furongluo and asked in a deep voice, “Furongluo, do you have anything to say?”
“Heh… Hehe…” Upon hearing this, Furongluo let out a cold laugh, slowly raising her drooping head. In her originally dim eyes, flames seemed to ignite suddenly, and her gaze intensely swept over all the half-urban legends present, finally landing on the twisted face of the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader.
“Do you really want me to say something?”
“You were once a clan leader; this is the respect you deserve,” the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader said coldly.
“Heh!” Furongluo scoffed again, disdainfully stating, “What respect? You just want me to beg for mercy and let them see me weeping and wailing.”
“Nevertheless, since there’s an opportunity, I still have some words I have been holding back for a long time that I want to express now.”
Upon hearing this, the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader slightly frowned.
This was clearly not the result he wanted to see. He intended to use Furongluo as a warning to others, but she was displaying a fearless demeanor, which could not achieve the effect he desired.
He needed to think of a way to make her scream, to make her beg for mercy, to make her weep… the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader thought.
Furongluo was completely unaware of what the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader was thinking and did not care. She simply looked silently at the surrounding half-urban legends and said loudly, “I want to say that I, along with you all, and all the half-urban legend tribes, are just a bunch of monsters who take self-satisfaction as righteousness.”
In her youth, before being taken by the Qiele Tribe as a tool for reproduction, Furongluo also thought that it was normal for them, these so-called survivors, to be like the urban legends that embodied the Shaman Queen.
However, when Bai Kai rescued her and she first interacted with humans, learning about how half-urban legends were perceived by humans, she finally realized that what she thought was right seemed to be wrong.
Later, after Bai Kai left, she spent a long time secretly observing the humans living near the Gobi Desert and increasingly realized how absurd their ways were compared to the half-urban legends.
She was unclear about which was the correct way—to propagate through mutual love among humans or by instinct among animals.
But she knew that taking away human or other tribes’ young men and women, marrying them to urban legends for reproduction, like the many half-urban legend tribes did, was definitely abnormal and twisted.
“You…” The Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader’s expression changed, “You woman, not only do you betray your people, but now you even dare to spout such blasphemous words against the Shaman Queen?!”
“Am I wrong?” Furongluo raised her chin, “Propagating through urban legends is inherently abnormal and twisted; those of us born from this way are monsters!”
“We are monsters that neither humanity nor urban legends can integrate into!”
She had once secretly lurked outside a herdsman’s tent, watching a movie where a hero rescued a girl from villains, then experienced many wonderful things together, ultimately escaping to live in the mountains.
She often wondered if she were not a half-urban legend, would her story with Bai Kai, after he rescued her, be completely different from now?
Perhaps it could be like what was portrayed in that movie?
After thinking for a long time, this idea became a sharp thorn, piercing her heart.
And today, this thorn could finally be pulled out.
“Boldly outrageous, corrupting the crowd!” Upon hearing Furongluo’s words, the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader’s chest heaved violently, and his eyes nearly erupted with fire.
Furongluo struggled to straighten her body, coldly looking at the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader, “I’m just speaking some truths; if you want to k*ll or maim me, go ahead. Why all the fuss?”
“This is your own doing!” The Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader shouted as he raised the broadsword in his hand and swung it towards Furongluo.
At that moment, a soft voice suddenly came from afar.
“Wait, she has finished speaking; it’s my turn now.”
The Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader turned to look, and saw a man who had appeared on the distant wind-eroded hill, wearing white, standing out prominently amidst the swirling yellow sand.
The newcomer was Bai Kai. He had been standing there for two minutes, waiting for Furongluo to finish speaking before finally revealing himself.
In his view, Furongluo’s words were a means of emotional release, and only after she was done could the knots in her heart be untied.
Just like those sisters who often came to the underground venues crying over their unfaithful husbands; only after allowing them to express their grievances could they let go.
A spiritual ability user? Here to save Furongluo? Ridiculous! The Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader glanced at Bai Kai and roared to the half-urban legends, “Stop him!”
After finishing his words, he quickly withdrew his gaze and lifted his broadsword again.
He was not some villain from a story, how could he really put down his weapon just because someone asked him to speak?
The next moment, a series of piercing sounds echoed.
A group of half-urban legends, harnessing the powers from within them derived from urban legends, unleashed a cascade of light that shot towards Bai Kai like arrows, tearing through the air with a booming sound, raining down heavily towards the ground.
Seeing this, Bai Kai silently sighed.
The reason he had not immediately rescued Furongluo upon arriving was not only to let her release her emotions but also because he was confident that at this distance, he could definitely take her away before the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader’s sword fell.
Speed allowed for freedom!
As he saw the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader’s sword swing towards Furongluo, Bai Kai stepped forward and vanished from his spot, leaving behind a fleeting trace.
Suddenly, a chilling whistle erupted, and a silver flash emerged from the air, sweeping through.
“Clang!” The sound of metal clashing rang out.
Amidst the piercing noise, a faint whisper could be heard.
“Autumn frost cuts through jade sword…”
The next moment, the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader watched in disbelief as the broadsword in his hand was cleaved in two by a shining silver sword, as easily as cutting through soft clay.
Then, that silver flash continued upwards, blossoming before his eyes.
In that moment, the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader felt d*ath closing in on him, coming from the man in white.
He instinctively shut his eyes; however, in the next second, accompanied by the crisp sound of the severed sword tip hitting the ground, he heard Bai Kai’s somewhat languid voice in his ear.
“Rest assured, I won’t k*ll you yet; didn’t I say? I still have a couple of things to say.” Bai Kai said leisurely, gripping the sword in one hand and the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader’s wrist in the other. “First, I will cover the Zhanbu Tribe from now on.”
The Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader tried to struggle but found his arm frozen, unable to move.
He stared wide-eyed at Bai Kai, his face full of horror.
“Secondly, to act against a woman who has not resisted at all… Do you even qualify to use a sword?!” Bai Kai continued.
“Finally, I’ll send you a line from a Han song… ‘With the strength to pull mountains, my spirit covers the world!’”
As soon as the words fell, Bai Kai suddenly exerted his strength, forcefully pulling off the Tuowuali Lei Clan Leader’s arm.
In an instant, bl**d gushed out, staining his cold eyes, and the scarlet droplets splattered onto the pure white clothing, like red plums blooming in the wind and snow…
Furongluo stared blankly at Bai Kai, and in that daze, it seemed she saw the figure of Bai Kai rescuing her from the Qiele Tribe eight thousand four hundred fifty-one days ago.
In an instant, her eyes brimmed with tears.
