Heavenly Star

After observing for a brief moment, her body eventually could not help but became flared up with heat, she turned herself away and completely shut off her sense of hearing. Secretly casting the spell of frozen heart, she eventually kept the heat under control. The corner of her mouth slowly hooked up into a faint smile. Indeed Ye Wuchen still has so many things to learn in this world, some things that he will not yet be able to figure out, she had discovered them already. For instance, from the clear and plain voice of Meng Zhi, she was able to hear the indistinctive magical voice. The last woman with magical voice in the entire Heavenly Start Continent had been sheltered by the clan of the Northern Empire, so she was able to speculate that Meng Zhi was someone from the Northern Empire Clan, but the “Flaming Spirit Spell” had made her last suspicions completely fade.

“Magical Voice” was rarely heard of, and only a few would be able to understand and discern it. For that, Meng Zhi was able to attain a great position in the Northern Empire, and she had been selected by Yan Duanhun to be Yan Ximing’s future wife. Firstly, it was because she possessed a fairy-like appearance and personality. Secondly, it was because of her magical voice. Magical voice, as the name implied, was a voice that was able to confuse a person’s state of mind, and based on the legend, if one achieved the highest point of this power, they did not even need to produce any sound, just a meaningful glance, a facial expression would be able to make a person see, hear and obey, or even willingly die. Currently, Meng Zhi’s power of magical voice was very weak, but still terrible. Once a person was controlled by her voice, they would completely lose their mind, telling of everything they knew. Afterwhich, they would be completely unaware of it, and only think that they must have been through the worst nightmare. Facing those who had entered sleep or those who passed out, even if they possessed a strength greater than hers, she would still have the assurance to control the person with her magical voice.

During the years, by relying on this power of hers, the Northern Empire Clan was able to easily gather so much information and when she became Yan Ximing’s wife, within their mutual cooperation, the Northern Empire Clan could certainly attain victory.

The people of the magical voice tribe were originally very few in number. Adding them all up, they were only roughly a hundred people. Their existence was mainly because they had employed with large sums of money to get vital information from captives, yet they had provoked a lot of enemies. There came a day, wherein a group of individuals with great powers had found out the hiding place of the people of the magical voice tribe. The magical voice tribe’s overall power was in their magical voice, their magical military cultivation were just ordinary. Eventually, they were almost eliminated at one stroke and the only one who had fortunately survived without being discovered was the leader princess of the magical voice tribe, which was Meng Zhi. In the end, she had been found by the Northern Empire Clan when she had inadvertently passed by their territory. After learning about her identity, they promised to help her find her enemies and help her take revenge. The only condition was that she had to stay with the Northern Empire Clan forever.

That time, she had been fifteen years old, but now she would turn twenty in two months. Because of the hatred in her heart, she rejected outsiders and studied the Flaming Spirit Spell at the same time with some hardship. Before reaching twenty years she had already achieved the Ninth Level which could only be attained ordinarily when one was a middle aged person.

Those able to succeed the cultivation of the magical voice were only females. Males had to strive hard to qualify with great difficulty. Among the tribe of the magical voice, there was a very strict rule that the women of the tribe, must not lose their virginity before marrying, or else their magical voice will be disabled and they will be ousted from the tribe. The body of women of the Royal Family of magical voice was not allowed to be touched by any man. This seemingly very harsh rule was naturally not without reason.

Meng Zhi ‘s magical voice was easily discovered by Xue Feiyan, mainly because she was still a virgin. As a virgin, no matter how hard she tried, her power could only be beginner level, unable to advance further. Only by losing her virginity would she be able to automatically breakthrough. But, the power of magical voice had one side effect that can be considered as quite terrible. Once a woman loses her virginity to a man, the woman with the magical voice would become obsessed with this man and she would never look for another man in her life. From then on, no matter how high the power level of the magical voice was, it would never affect that man and that man could determine her life or death, and also to abolish her magical voice. When a woman of magical voice died, there was no effect on the man, but if that man died, the woman of magical voice would die along with him. This was a very cruel arrangement established during the course of their sexual intercourse—A spiritual contract.

So, the woman of magical voice should not easily lose her virginity. This was to protect the magical voice tribe, and also to protect themselves.

Because of this, Xue Feiyan would not allow the last woman of magical voice tribe to become an advantage for other people.

The reflection of the moon was inclined westward. Xue Feiyan eventually turned her body around. On the lakeside, as the night extended up to the first hour of the dawn, they were still intertwined and extremely exhausted as they lay on the ground, as if they had both fallen asleep. Their bodies and the ground was covered with different kinds of fluids which had yet to dry. Meng Zhi was leaning on his chest, both eyes closed. The tear stains were still there, the wild happiness and satisfaction were still present, she was incomparably tender and beautiful.

Xue Feiyan did not dare to disturb them and just silently watched. Based on the frequency of their breathing, she knew very well that they had not really fallen asleep. Meng Zhi just did not know how to face it, and Ye Wuchen… Was he observing? She thought in silence.

For someone influenced by the “Enthusiastic Heart Jade”, after their lustful desires had been fully satisfied they were not likely to fall asleep from exhaustion. On the contrary, they become utterly clear-headed, able to clearly remember every moment that had happened beforehand.

A cool wind blew past and Meng Zhi’s naked body softly shivered. She slowly opened her eyes to look at Ye Wuchen who was sleeping. Her heart was confused and unable to calm down. She could only stare, as if trying to firmly remember every distinctive feature of this man who had taken her purity… Even if she tried hard, in this life, she could no longer forget.

After a very long time, she finally stood up still shaking. A newly blossomed flower, yet she had experienced being violently attacked, if it was not for her strong cultivation, she would not be able to stand being ravaged. But with just one move, the pain of the tear still made her want to groan in pain. On his body, there were still traces of her discharge and her chest was covered with red and green traces which were multiple times greater than those found on Xue Feiyan’s chest. On the ground, a spot of bright red was garish and glaring to the eyes.

“What is your name?” She touched Ye Wuchen’s face, all the way her tears drip down from her eyes as her mouth produced a trembling magical voice. After getting along for many days, she finally had the opportunity, without the frightening black dressed girl beside him. Nobody was present, and he had fallen deeply asleep in front of her.

“Ye… Wuchen…” His eyes were still closed but the corner of his lips moved and slowly produced a dreamlike gentle voice. Meng Zhi’s voice had spread to his ears and into the deepest part of his soul.

The magical voice was a kind of voice mixed with the power of the spirit. Aside from Ye Wuchen, currently there was no other person who was being aware of the existence of three major elements of fate: life, death, and spirit. So the magical voice had been defined as something that had very dreadful power.

Drip…

A drop of tear fell onto Ye Wuchen’s chest. Meng Zhi did not worry about her eyes being clouded up by tears and her hands were still on his face. She was not worried that he would suddenly wake up either since a person being controlled by the magical voice automatically would not wake up.

“Where is your home?”

“Tian Long City… Ye Residence.”

“How old are you… this year?”

“Seventeen years old.”

Every question Meng Zhi asked, he answered honestly. The droplets of tears that gathered on Ye Wuchen’s chest became a puddle.

“You know the whereabouts of the Southern Empire Sword, don’t you?” she stared at his eyes as she gently asked.

“I don’t know…”

Meng Zhi’s eyes trembled, she softly said, “Then why did you tell the Southern Empire Clan that you have the whereabouts of the Southern Empire Sword?”

“Because my teacher occasionally saw the image of the Southern Empire Sword in the genealogical record of the Southern Empire Clan and described it to me. Somebody wanted to take control of our Ye Family, and in order for the Southern Empire Clan to protect my Ye Family, I painted the Southern Empire Sword, using it as a condition for the Southern Empire Clan to protect my Ye Family.” Ye Wuchen mumbled.

Meng Zhi went silent, she did not expect that she would obtain this kind of response.

She endured the pain in her thighs and limp body with difficulty, dazed as she put on her dress. Her dress had been taken off by herself before, so it was not damaged.

Wearing her dress, she crouched down, took out a short and thin blade and swayed as she placed it at his neck. When the ice-cold blade touched his skin, her hand violently trembled. She could not help but take back the short blade a little bit.

As the head princess of the magical voice tribe, how could she not be aware of the side effects of the power of magical voice? At this moment, the spiritual contract still had not fully taken effect. Today was the last day she could use her magical voice to take control of him. If she could kill him, the spiritual contract, which had yet to take effect, would be severed and her fate would not be in his hands. Once this day had passed, even if she trained herself to achieve the greatest level of the magical voice, it would still be forever ineffective on him. She would forever be unable to love another man, all of her affection would gather to him, and she will never be able to anything that could harm him. He would also be able to find her at all times, abolish her magical voice at any time, or take her life.

The mission Yan Ximing wanted her to accomplish was ultimately to kill him too…

Her hands were still trembling, yet no matter how hard she tried she still could not lower it. Her hands trembled and her heart similarly trembled. Why was she unable to kill him even while the spiritual contract still had not taken effect yet? Before he could take control of her destiny.

“I am your very first woman, right?” she looked at his face, her smile was sad and beautiful.

“Yes…”

“Then do you remember my name?”

“Meng… Zhi…”

The ice-cold blade moved away from his neck and onto the wet ground, luminously swaying as she scratched out three words using a distinct handwriting.

Yan Zhimeng

She brandished her hand, throwing the short blade from her hand. She could not do it, no matter what, she was not able to do it. Every time the blade approached his body a little bit, her heart would ache. She threw it far, then one by one she picked up his clothes from the ground. From undergarments to the outer clothing, one by one she gently helped him put them on.

Her hands were clumsy and her actions were out of practice. This was her first helping somebody apart from herself to put on the clothes, and this was also the first thing she had done for him. Her actions were particularly gentle and meticulous, just like a wife gently serving her husband as she helped him wear his clothes.

When it came to the shoes and socks, she thought of the time wherein he had forcefully removed her shoes to treat her wounds despite all her struggles to break free. A smile and tears together appeared on her face, rigid and amorous like the pear flower after the rain.

Supporting his body, similarly putting on his clothes and her own snow white dress, she used her hands to flatten the creases on them. After she lay his body flat on the ground, a green jade short flute slipped out from his sleeve with a soft sound. Her eyes were confused, she helped him tidy up his hair, then carefully picked up the green jade short flute.

Rumor has it, that he had used the same short flute to play the tune that had brought a thousand people to tears.

She did not return the flute to his sleeve, but with both hands she softly grasped it and stuck it close to her chest as her footsteps slowly backed off. Retreating back, his face seemed farther and farther away from her, until her eyes became fuzzy once more. She wiped off the tear stains on her face and glanced at him for one last time before she finally moved her feet. Her body reflected a beautiful white image as departed from him.

After a short while, that horse with a snow white body, A Speck of Snow in a Thousand Miles, softly neighed and galloped towards the northern.

When the sound of the horse faded away, Ye Wuchen opened his eyes and slowly stood up. Looking to the north, he shook his head, then softly said, “Gone, she had still gone away…”

Translated by:

Fatty_Uncle

Edited by:

seriouspotato patrick_father_of_dragons