Legend of Fu Yao - Chapter 326

Chapter 326: Untitled

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The yellow lamp above continued to rotate in the wind, rotating… rotating… rotating…

Suddenly, the lamp tilted and fell onto the ground before the building, silently catching fire and burning up.

Epsilon opened his eyes. There was no movement. A little servant brushed past him, his body filled with the scent of sandalwood as he launched himself at the burning lamp, patting and stamping at the fire until ashes rose in clouds around him. His body was covered in ash as well as he patted himself and smiled at a young lady who had rushed over. “Elder sisters, please tend to these, I’ll go change a new lamp.”

As he walked past Epsilon, the latter suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

His grip was powerful and fearsome, and with a whelp, the little servant’s face was instantly contorted in pain as tears and snot flowed. Shrinking back, the little servant raised his head and stuttered, “H-h-honored guest… w-w-w-what…”

After determining that the servant did not know martial arts and noticing nothing suspicious, Epsilon let go of the little servant and said coldly, “Leave, all of you. No one is to move around here.”

“You worry too much.” The Empress peeked through from behind the screen. “The princess requires servants to wait on her. Moreover, this little servant was born in the palace, even I recognize him.”

“Leave.” Epsilon’s tone was cold, but no longer suspicious.

The Empress wavered for a moment before waving a hand to send the servants off. Even the Master Monk was sent away. When he left, Epsilon eyed him briefly; a monk with average martial arts abilities. He stared at the deep scar on his face.

After that, the room quietened. Now, there wasn’t even a yellow lamp.

Epsilon smiled peacefully and continued meditating.

However, this time, he was unable to do so.

He did not know from where the heat came from; it wasn’t from his lower abdomen nor was it from his core. It felt more like it had traveled from his four limbs as if he were holding a mini furnace in his palm. Initially, he didn’t feel anything, but slowly, the heat moved inward and was no longer a surfacial feeling, but penetrating his soul and bones, past his meridians and directly into his liver. His entire body started to itch, a strange sensation as if his body were licked by thousands of little tongues. Around him, grass started growing, longer and longer, binding his body like a rope as he dimly heard the ecstatic cries of his blood, his bones cramping, his core racing and a certain part tightening. Yet, the depths of his heart was empty.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat; even though he had not encountered any woman in his lifetime, he knew what was going on. However, now was no longer the time to figure out when it happened, but to quickly activate his inner energy to suppress it. However, his inner energy ended up acting like fuel to fire, and in an instant, he felt as if his entire body had exploded.

Desire was like a spring, the more it was compressed, the more it would rebound. Especially for one who practiced Virgin Boy Technique, once it was unleashed it couldn’t be retracted, and Epsilon had practiced Virgin Boy Technique all his life, yet he was unable to calm his heart and meditate deep in the mountains. Instead, he was constantly surrounded by yin energy in the palace with women all around him. Hence, it was inevitable that he would be tainted, and despite his incomparable grasp of martial arts and constant meditation in the palace’s quiet room, he could no longer control it.

Naturally, him experiencing this was due to a person’s insidious planning that spanned across years, except that he would never know that in this lifetime.

As though he were a firework exploding in all four directions, he suddenly felt heaven and earth turn white, and in that whiteness, he heard the Empress gasp softly, and he entered the room.

The heavy screen fluttered and fell as the Empress stared at him suspiciously and said, “Hua-er looks like she’s about to wake up…” Suddenly, she frowned and asked, “What are you doing here? Get out, get out, don’t act rashly!”

Without replying, Epsilon launched himself upon her.

Pressing himself onto her, using methods that he had dreamed of for countless nights, his rising and falling hands eliciting the sound of tearing silk, the Empress’ gold and red dress had already fallen to the ground.

The Empress had been startled, unable to speak a word, but he had already been aroused by the jade-like skin and grabbed her shoulder, instantly entwining with her.

There was a faint fragrance from the screen, and the room was dark in order not to disturb the sick. Behind the thick curtains, the sounds of the rain and people outside were muffled, and nobody was around. It was extremely quiet, and in that silence, a fire burned brightly.

The Empress struggled, stretching her neck to look at her daughter on the bed, muttering, “She’s here… She’s here… We can’t…” Yet, her half-hearted resistance seemed to excite him even more—such a response was no longer a refusal!

Without saying anything, Epsilon had already pressed himself against her completely. A well-maintained forty-year-old woman, still bearing exquisite curves in the right places, her skin as soft as clouds, or perhaps as smooth as jade? Or perhaps the softest cotton in the world? He raised his head and took several deep breaths… It turned out that being a virgin for Virgin Boy Technique was honestly a stupid thing—it turned out that embracing one’s beloved woman was a beautiful thing. He continued to embrace the Empress, both their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, slippery and salty like fish, entangled together in a mess of limbs, on the ground, in the darkness of the room, under her daughter’s bed.

After groping around for a while, he finally found the right place and inserted himself as she let out a low cry of pleasure. Suddenly, his brain felt as if it had exploded, and his body started to move mechanically:

In and out.

In, out, in, out.

There was no pleasure comparable to this, and the last few decades of his life seemed to have been completely wasted.

Years of suppression was finally released as the pair forgot themselves, forgot their statuses and positions, forgetting all morality.

In the face of desire, all were equal, there was no difference in status or position.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone laughing coldly, unreservedly laughing as she strode into the room, carrying the wind, rain and years of hatred as she crossed the tightly shut doors and the heavy screen, full of vengeance.

Meng Fuyao smiled and waved the golden whip in her hands, instantly shocking awake the sleeping Tenth Princess with a single whip.

“Come, get up, quick, take a look at your mom going at it with your uncle.”

“Ah—”

The scream came from the Tenth Princess, who had just been woken up.

“Ah—”

At the same time, another scream came from the Xuanji Empress, who was just getting heated with Epsilon.

The Tenth Princess sat up straight on her bed, staring dumbly at her honorable mother, stark naked, under another man’s body, entwined together like wild beasts. If not for the fact that her face was too familiar, she nearly wanted to believe that it was another woman pretending to be the Empress.

Nonetheless, she still refused to believe it, dimly putting a finger in her mouth and biting hard. The sharp pain that shot from her finger caused her to cry out again, and even though she now knew that this was the reality and not some nightmare, she still couldn’t accept it.

She continued screaming, grabbing the sheets on the bed and covering her head with it, her entire body shrinking into the bed. Then, she stopped moving.

The Xuanji Empress had already turned into a dead fish, hardened into a thousand-year-old preserved corpse. She lay there stiffly on the thick, warm rug, her legs still curled in agitation, veins popping through her jade-colored skin.

She had suddenly fallen from desire and excitement into the cold and harsh abyss of reality.

What had she done? What had she done?

She had actually laid with another man in front of her daughter, in her daughter’s room, under her daughter’s bed!

She had gone mad! She must have gone mad!

She had actually treated herself like a dirty whore from the streets, a loathsome damned woman! She had actually forgotten that she was the Empress of Xuanji, the most respected and most highly regarded woman under the heavens!

How could she behave like other middle-aged women, losing her heart upon seeing a young man’s flesh, losing her sense, committing the most shameful and unforgivable act of all!

She was the Empress! Empress!

Meng Fuyao laughed coldly, watching the Empress’ indescribable expression. With another self-indulgent laugh, she cracked her whip at the wall!

With a thundering noise, the wall crumbled to the ground.

Outside, the rain was falling gently, and a crowd was standing in the rain.

The people of the Tenth Princess’s manor, from the stableman to the lowest-ranked little servant, no one was missing.

They had been forced under the blades of Dahan’s guards and Wuji’s hidden guards to stand in the rain to await the most exciting and scandalous affair in all of the Five Regions Continent.

When the wall crumbled and the naked pair on the rug was revealed to them, everyone instantly gaped in surprise, letting out gasps of shock, unable to close their mouths, looking like fish out of water.

Everyone present was staring in shock at the adulterous scene before them.

Nobody could accept it.

Moreover, this was the Empress of Xuanji, who had always been arrogant and proud.

The gaping mouths were like holes that sucked her soul, the stares piercing like arrows as the Empress once again felt herself being pierced in a thousand places.

The Empress tilted her head backward, once again letting out an ear-piercing scream, “Ah—”

Thereafter, she fainted, her body going limp in Epsilon’s arms.

The proudest woman would also be the most brittle after her pride was destroyed and her dignity trampled into dust, she had become nothing but a pile of rotting mud.

However, Epsilon had kept his composure throughout everything.

Everything had happened in an instant, from Meng Fuyao striding in to wake the Tenth Princess when the Empress was still in the peak of pleasure, but he still didn’t remove himself. Instead, he continued to finish what he had started.

The first time in his life was also his last, he wasn’t going to sell himself short.

At the moment when Meng Fuyao destroyed the wall to show their treacherous act, he carried the unconscious Empress and flew up, rolling the sheets on the bed around them as the Tenth Princess fell to the ground.