CH 41.1

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 41.1

“Fei Chen is missing.” Lu Qingmo sat on the chair, one foot on the edge of the table, the other leg hanging naturally, slender and full of strength.

Jun Wushuang’s fingers trembled as he slowly turned around, “What just did you… say?”

“Why pretend? Isn’t it your people who took him away?” Lu Qingmo laughed for a while, the side profile of his face appeared undulating like a stretch long and unbroken mountain range.

“Doesn’t he stay beside He Yunfeng?” Jun Wushuang’s voice trembled a little, “Did He Yunfeng lose him a long time ago, so that’s why I didn’t see him at tonight banquet!”

Lu Qingmo looked carefully at Jun Wushuang and watched as he rushed out the door, seemingly looking for He Yunfeng.

Lu Qingmo stepped forward and stopped him in one go, “Sect Leader Jun, I have to remind you that if you go to find He Yunfeng now, he will cut your head off.”

Jun Wushuang took one look at the smiling face on Lu Qingmo’s lips and pushed him away in anger, “I’m also telling you that I want to cut his head off now too!”

Watching Jun Wushuang leave, Lu Qingmo frowned.

It seemed to be true, but it was hard to tell. Weren’t you the one who took Fei Chen away?

He Yunfeng closed the door and stayed in the room with both of his hands propped up the sides of his head, and on the table were two grasshoppers made of grass.

When the Shu Xin Sword burst open the door with a frantic but also becoming mad kind of rage, He Yunfeng swept the grasshoppers off the table in one go, only then he took out his spiritual sword. 

The moment their swords clashed, He Yunfeng’s chair retreated three steps backwards, while Jun Wushuang also took more than ten steps backwards.

When Wen Qian Liu rushed over after he heard the news, all he could see was that the room where He Yunfeng was staying collapsed with a loud crash.

In the dust, He Yunfeng sat on a chair and looked at Jun Wushuang in front of him. 

“Isn’t he with you? Now, where is he——?” Jun Wushuang raised his hand as if to took his spiritual sword again but Wen Qian Liu immediately stopped him.

“Sect Master Jun! This is my Mu Yun Mountain Manor, not Jing Shui Sect!” Wen Qian Liu’s hands, which grabbed Jun Wushuang’s finger, put forth a lot of strength and with his thick inner strength attempted to block his meridian from releasing his spiritual sword. 

Lu Qingmo also rushed to block and stand in front of He Yunfeng, “Sect Master Jun, I know you care about Fei Chen, but now, instead of blaming He Yunfeng for not taking good care of him, why don’t you think about how to find him? Besides, Fei Chen is no longer a child!”

Jun Wushuang’s lips were pursed in a stiff line, his hand had formed a fist, and his cuffs were flung hard in the wind, causing a crack to appear in the ground.

As Wen Qian Liu watched him leave in a fit of pique, he said to Lu Qingmo, “Jun Wushuang is only in his early twenties, and if he is listed among the top ten swordsmen, I’m afraid he is in the upper reaches of the rankings.”

“I hope he won’t follow in Wen Xin’s footsteps.” Lu Qingmo sighed.

He Yunfeng slowly stood up, “Is that him?”

“It’s hard to say. From his today’s expression, he also seems to be shocked by Fei Chen’s disappearance. But Jun Wushuang’s feeling is difficult to guess, so I am not sure too.”

At this moment, Leng Yufang and the others had already returned to the Jing (Mirror) Valley at a spur on the flying horse—at top speed. 

She lifted the curtain of the carriage, extinguished the incense burner in the carriage and carried Mo Fei Chen out.

The Mirror Valley was located in the middle of a mountain range, with 12 peaks and seven valleys, of which the Mirror Valley was only one of them. 

Leng Yufang carried him through the main hall of Jing Shui Sect and into another mountain valley.

This mountain valley was connected to the Mirror Valley by a hidden tunnel and was surrounded by cliffs.

There was a pool of water in the mountain valley, surrounded by green trees and a little cottage in the middle of the pool.

The space inside was small however the furnitures and every kinds of decorations inside looked artistic in style and elegant, besides that, it was not cheap.

Mo Fei Chen was placed on a bed in the bedroom and he frowned slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Leng Yufang tapped his acupuncture points, went to the table, lit the incense in the incense burner, then she pushed the door open and left. 

A day later, Jun Wushuang returned to Jing Shui Sect. He was personally greeted by Leng Yufang.

“Where the person is?” As soon as Jun Wushuang rushed back to the sect, Jun Wushuang came straight to his own room, unscrewed the mechanism and walked into the tunnel.

“I’ve sent him to the room, I’m afraid he’ll wake up and cause trouble, so I let him continue to sleep.”

“From today onwards, send disciples out every day to find out Mo Fei Chen’s whereabout is.”

“Sect master? He’s right here at…”

“Aunt Leng, if I tell you to send someone out to look for him, then you just need to send someone out to look for him.” Jun Wushuang raised his eyebrows, he knew that Lu Qingmo did not trust him at all, “If there is a person outside who knows that Mo Fei Chen is here with me, don’t blame me for not thinking of our affection as father and son and do something to Wen Xin.”

“This subordinate know.” Leng Yufang bowed her head and retreated. She knew that Jun Wushang sent someone out and to pretend to look for Mo Fei Chen in order to confuse He Yunfeng and the others.

When he stepped out of the secret passage, he saw a clear and bright view. Jun Wushuang looked at the cottage in the middle of the pond. When his fingers touched the wooden door, he trembled for a moment, not knowing how to push the door open.

Clenching his fist with all his might as he pushed open the door. Mo Fei Chen was lying on his bed, seemingly having slept for a long time.

Jun Wushuang extinguished the incense and opened the window. The smell of fresh trees, flowers and plants rushed in.

Translator is exciting : imprisoned play begin.