Chapter 332: I am me! I am Feng Yixun!

I actually quite admire Huang Fan; he can endure, has courage and strategy, is good at seizing opportunities, and kills with a single strike.

We need such talent.

Liu Junyan said, "How Huang Fan fares in the future depends on the upcoming performance of the Yellow Immortal Hall."

I suddenly understood.

The Yellow Immortal Hall is a large branch of the Immortal Clan; with the Yellow Immortal killed, the lower ranks will surely fall into chaos.

If Huang Fan is captured, causing the Yellow Immortal Hall to fracture, that only shows his wings are not yet full.

Even if we take him in, it will bring endless trouble.

If his subordinates, in order to save him, strike ruthlessly at our people, then he harbors wolfish ambitions.

This is Liu Junyan's test of Huang Fan.

If Huang Fan passes the trial smoothly, the position of the Yellow Immortal belongs to none other than him; if he fails, he can only rely on luck.

Liu Junyan is not afraid of Huang Fan's wolfish ambitions; he can suppress him, but he doesn't want to invite trouble.

I have to admit, Hui Moqiong understands Liu Junyan better than I do in many aspects.

He can truly do whatever Liu Junyan points at; with just a glance, he can get things done perfectly.

What Liu Junyan wants is a capable aide like Hui Moqiong.

After a whole night of work, everyone is tired.

Li Qingying made breakfast; Hui Moqiong ate while sighing, "Being at home is best—able to take a hot shower happily, eat hot food, wear clothes that smell fresh; in those desolate wilds where ghosts wail and wolves howl, I've had enough."

Li Qingying didn't say anything, but as Hui Moqiong was about to leave, a bulging travel pack appeared on his back, and the upturned corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.

I joked with Li Qingying, "Sister Qingying, just spoil him; I see he's getting better at acting cute."

Li Qingying's ears turned red; she only urged me to hurry up and catch up on sleep, as we still need to go to the Bai Family Medical Clinic tonight.

I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep; Liu Junyan asked, "What's wrong? Anything on your mind?"

I turned to face him and asked, "How's little aunt's side still silent? Have your people finished handing over with Hu Shan?"

"Don't worry, no problem." Liu Junyan rubbed my temples gently and said, "Rest first; I'll handle the rest."

Warm true qi flowed from his fingers into me, and soon I fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept; when I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw butterflies fluttering elegantly inside the canopy.

No longer a fleeting shadow, nor just one, but several, multicolored butterflies flying back and forth.

Just woke up, still a bit dazed, after becoming a little clearer I sprang up from the bed, lifted the curtain and looked outside, and saw a person sitting by the table.

Who else could it be but Tang Xun?

She's so thin, and her complexion isn't great either.

I still remember the first time I saw her, at the banks of the Pearl Coil River; she came to save Tang Tang, heroic and vigorous, her crossbow never missing, her whole person glowing.

But over the past six months, she's become like a different person—ever weaker, always out of contact; if I didn't know the Seven Halls Lord Yan would surely protect her, I'd really fear she might suddenly vanish from this world.

I suppressed the sourness in my heart and softly called, "Little aunt."

Tang Xun turned her head to look at me, her weary face breaking into a smile: "Xiao Jiu, you're awake?"

I hurried out of bed, ran over, and wrapped my arms around her, unable to stop calling, "Little aunt… little aunt… little aunt…"

Each time I called, she responded in kind.

What is Tang Xun to me?

She is my closest blood relative.

She is the one who would sacrifice her life at any moment for my mother and for me.

From the moment I learned her identity, her place in my heart has been irreplaceable.

"Little aunt, my mother has a message for me to relay to you." I lifted my face, red-eyed, looking at Tang Xun.

My mother is her twin sister.

Their feelings for each other are very deep.

I'm not sure if Tang Xun has awakened all her memories, but as long as she remembers the Feng Clan and knows me, she will surely recall my mother.

Tang Xun gently stroked the top of my head, continually looking at me.

"She wants you to bravely pursue what you want, to live again for yourself."

Tang Xun's eyes instantly welled with tears; she turned her head away, lifted her hand to cover her face, her shoulders trembling slightly.

I tightly grasped her hand and earnestly said, "Little aunt, once the White Immortal separates my mother's lingering soul and spirit and fuses them into your body, you will be whole; thereafter you can live freely and joyfully, for yourself alone—this is my mother's dying wish, and also my heart's desire."

The Feng Clan has been thrown into utter chaos by Feng Xianqiu, a complete mess.

Since little aunt has already escaped that vortex, I don't want her to be dragged back in.

She can roam the world as before, seeking heavenly treasures and earthly riches wherever she likes; if she wishes, she can simply be herself.

I will face the Feng Clan and Feng Xianqiu.

I think the Seven Halls Lord Yan will also be little aunt's strongest backing.

Tang Xun clasped my hand in return, gently rubbing it; after a while she sighed long, adjusted her state, and said, "Silly girl, all the happy times I've had these years in the Tang Family were stolen; how could I be greedy? My veins carry the purest blood of the Feng Clan; the clan's honor, disgrace, rise and fall are intertwined with me; I am destined not to stand aside, I fear nothing facing all this—I am myself, I am Feng Yixun!"

Her tone was calm and gentle, yet her words seemed to carry endless strength.

She was telling me, Xiao Jiu, you are not alone.

Everything of the Feng Clan need not be borne by you alone; there is also little aunt.

My heart swelled at this moment with an indescribable emotion.

I cupped her skin-and-bones hands with both mine, pressing my cheek to them; this sense of reassuring reliance, which only my grandmother and Liu Junyan had ever given me.

After a long while, I lifted my face, looked at Tang Xun, and asked, "Was it he who sent you here?"

Tang Xun nodded; she knew whom I meant.

"Where is he?"

That was the Seven Halls Yama; I still remember when he suddenly appeared in the Peach Blossom Spring and abducted my aunt, that kind of cold, fierce, oppressive aura.

That is the absolute ruling power of a hegemon from the Nether Realm.

"He cannot stay away from Hu Shan for too long." Tang Xun said, "But tonight he will send people to surround the entire Wufu Town, just in case."

That reminds me of the time in the Tang Family's rear garden, where rows upon rows of yin soldiers filled with a deadly aura were arrayed.

At that time I realized that the yin soldiers and yin generals from the Nether Realm are truly incomparable to those in the Pearl Coil River.

If tonight those yin soldier formations guard Wufu Town, we would truly be able to sleep soundly.

I blinked my eyes and tentatively asked, "Aunt, do you still love him?"

From what I know, as Feng Yixun, she once gave up this relationship.

Times have changed; in the river of time, just how much of this feeling has been consumed?

And how much could remain?

I'm afraid Tang Xun will force herself for my sake and for the Feng Clan's sake.

Tang Xun, however, showed no hesitation whatsoever; she said, "Love!"