The Dark and Foolish King: The Fierce and Crazy Concubine Has Infinite Strength

The rain was pouring down, and thousands of people in the audience were soaked, but no one was willing to leave.

They were drenched in the rain, all with faces full of amazement, deeply shocked by Qu Xiaoyou, this unknown little girl.

"She broke the Black Python Sword Technique!" someone exclaimed in disbelief.

"Injury for injury, life for life. This girl is a ruthless person! She is capable of accomplishing great things."

"Leader of the Wulin, she was elected as the leader of the Wulin, and we are convinced!"

Qu Zhengyan was completely defeated. He was hanging on by just one breath. His soft sword had already fallen to the side. Large amounts of blood continued to flow out of his mouth, flowing onto the ground and being diluted by the rain.

Qu Xiaoyou did not take his life immediately. She waved to the audience with difficulty, and Qiu Niang, who had been waiting for a long time, came over with a small porcelain bottle.

"Miss." Qiu Niang handed the porcelain bottle to Qu Xiaoyou.

Qu Xiaoyou took the porcelain bottle and uncorked it. With red eyes, she said to Qu Zhengyan, "This is the poison you used to kill my mother and my brother. Today I will let you have a taste of what they felt back then."

After saying this, she ignored Qu Zhengyan's terrified look, pinched his mouth open, and poured the poison in the porcelain bottle down his throat.

Qu Zhengyan was forced to swallow it, and soon his whole body began to twitch violently. His face was distorted and his features were hideous. Large mouthfuls of black blood gushed out of his mouth, dyeing the rainwater on the ground red.

Qu Xiaoyou looked at his miserable condition, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"It turns out that when my mother and my brother left, they were so desperate and in so much pain..."

The poison was very strong. In a moment, Qu Zhengyan's head tilted and he died.

Qu Xiaoyou looked at Qu Zhengyan who had died of suffocation, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was laughing, but also crying.

"father…"

She suddenly cried out softly, as if all her strength was drained away in an instant, and she sat down on the stage with a thud.

The rain was still falling, and her long black hair was completely wet, sticking to her pale face and thin back.

The water droplets flowed down the ends of her hair in straight lines, then dripped onto the ground and merged with the water on the ground.

Chanmu finally couldn't hold back any longer, and strode onto the arena in the lake, picked up Qu Xiaoyou from the ground, and ran towards the clinic.

A pool of blood formed on the ground where she collapsed.

When Qu Xiaoyou woke up, it was already three days later...

The moment she regained consciousness, her first feeling was a heart-wrenching pain all over her body. The dozen or so cuts on her body were all clamoring for their existence with pain.

Qu Xiaoyou turned pale from the pain, beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead, her brows were tightly furrowed, and she didn't even dare to move a finger.

Fortunately, Zenmu, who had been guarding her, noticed her current condition and comforted her: "It must be painful, just bear with it for two more days. The deep wound has been sutured, and the shallow wound has been bandaged and applied with medicine. You will recover soon."

Qu Xiaoyou nodded with all her might, but her throat was so dry and painful that she couldn't speak.

Zenmu poured her a cup of warm water and fed it into her mouth little by little. Only then did she regain some strength.

Zenmu added: "Don't worry, Junior Sister knew you would fight tooth and nail. Before she left, she left a wound medicine developed by the imperial physician in the palace. It has a miraculous effect on wounds and scars. You won't have any scars on your body."

Qu Xiaoyou blinked and her brows relaxed slightly.

Chanmu sat down beside the bed and showed her a dark token. "They sent the leader's token. You won the competition, and from now on you will be the leader of the martial arts world. They are all very convinced."

"Hmm." Qu Xiaoyou snorted softly, closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Zenmu understood her feelings and stopped disturbing her. He tucked in the quilt for her and got up to prepare dinner.

In the following time, Qu Xiaoyou rested and recovered from her injuries. Chanmu took care of her food, clothing and daily life, while Li Qiu was responsible for changing the dressings and bandaging her wounds.

Although he had gone through a lot, Qu Xiaoyou's mood did not improve at all. He lay in bed every day to recuperate, staring blankly at the beams, not saying a word or even having no expression.

Zenmu knew that she was feeling miserable, but he didn't know what to do to help her untie the knot.

One month later…

It rains a lot in the south of the Yangtze River. The rain starts to fall before dawn. From the misty rain to the water drops forming lines, this small town is filled with poetic and picturesque beauty.

Early in the morning, Chanmu pushed open Qu Xiaoyou's door with a food tray, but found that the room was empty and Qu Xiaoyou was nowhere to be found.

Zenmu's heart skipped a beat and he quickly put the food plate on the table, picked up the umbrella by the door and rushed out.

After searching the entire inn to no avail, Chanmu found out through asking around that Qu Xiaoyou had left the inn alone early in the morning without saying where he was going.

Zenmu was extremely anxious and went to the street with an umbrella to search aimlessly.

It was raining heavily. People were walking hurriedly on the narrow stone road. The oil-paper umbrellas looked like blooming flowers, and the eaves of pavilions and towers were all covered with a "rain line" that dripped down.

Where could Qu Xiaoyou go alone? She had no friends or relatives, so where could she go?

It was a bit damp and cold, but Zenmu was sweating anxiously. He kept looking at the passers-by, hoping to see that familiar figure in the crowd.

Where on earth is she? She had just recovered from her injuries, but she couldn’t stand the rain!

Just when Zenmu was getting desperate after searching in vain, a funeral supplies store suddenly caught his sight.

His mind suddenly lit up and he immediately thought of something. He ran out of the city with an umbrella in hand.

Arriving at a fertile land surrounded by mountains and water, Chanmu indeed saw the pale figure from afar.

In front of a huge grave mound, Qu Xiaoyou sat on the ground facing the tombstone and cried loudly under the cover of the sound of the rain.

She cried so sadly and painfully, her heart was torn and her liver was broken, as if she wanted to vent all the pain that had been suppressed in her heart for these days.

The pain was so severe that she couldn't open her eyes while crying. Her mouth remained slightly open uncontrollably, and her frail body trembled.

The rain mixed with her tears flowed down continuously, then fell into the dust along her chin.

In the past, she always wore red clothes, looking cold, aloof and stunningly beautiful, but today she wore a white dress, which was rare.

The pale color, without any pattern, contrasting with her bloodless face, exuded a suffocating smell of despair.

She just sat there crying alone, without even holding an umbrella, letting the rain soak her from head to toe.

Zenmu's heart twitched as he watched, and his brows were knitted so tightly that it seemed as if water could drip out of them.

At the same time, he felt fortunate that Xiaoyou had kept those things in her heart for too long. If she continued like that, she would sooner or later get into trouble.

Now she is crying loudly in front of her mother's grave, which can be considered as a way of venting her emotions. After venting, she will definitely feel better.

Zenmu didn't want to disturb her and wanted her to talk it out, but he was afraid that the rain would get on her newly healed wounds and that she would catch a cold.

So he walked quietly to her side, tilted the umbrella over her head, and let his clothes be soaked by the rain.