Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend

Chapter 344: Chapter 214: Feng Xun vs Wu Zhong

”But you are the Prince, the Prince is you.” The Sword Slave risked his life, struggling to utter these words.

Years ago, when he and Housekeeper Mu accidentally discovered that the Prince had two completely different personalities, it gave them quite a shock.

This was a secret known only by a very few, and also the biggest secret of the Prince.

This damned big lug, Ping’er often appeared dumb and clueless, but today his words are flowing smoothly. What is this, ”You are the Prince, the Prince is you,” some kind of tongue twister?

”Are you looking to die?” Wu Zhong’s aura was terrifyingly cold; his personality was indifferent and ruthless, not tolerating any affront to his dignity, no matter how many years the Sword Slave had served him.

Wu Zhong’s sleeve stirred, his fist suddenly clenched tight, fierce Primordial Power rolling towards the Sword Slave.

The Sword Slave, who was even taller than Wu Zhong, was suddenly picked up like a little chick.

Although he was already aware that before him was the other personality of the Prince, violent and fierce, the Sword Slave didn’t expect his strength to be so astonishing, finding himself completely unable to defend.

As death loomed closer, just when the Sword Slave thought this time he was undoubtedly going to die.

Wu Zhong’s expression changed abruptly.

He felt something awakening inside him.

”Damn it, how could this...” Wu Zhong suddenly released his grasp, his body slightly bent, his facial expression shifting rapidly.

Why had that waste been so reactive lately? Usually, he could control this body for at least several days, even a month, but this time, it had only been one night. The Feng Xun who should have been unconscious, how did he awaken so quickly?

Could it be... A flash crossed Wu Zhong’s mind.

He kissed Ye Lingyue, could it be because of that kiss, Feng Xun had woken up early?

Before Wu Zhong could clear his thoughts, the strange tattoo totem on his face and the ghost mask on his body began to fade away at the pace of breathing, and soon Feng Xun’s complexion returned to normal.

His eyes regained their clarity, Feng Xun opened his eyes, looking very weak.

”Prince!” The Sword Slave’s anxious voice echoed in his ears.

”Sword Slave, have you found her?”

Seeing the Prince had transformed back to his former self, the Sword Slave, a big man, almost burst into tears, choking up.

”Miss Ye is all right, she ran into the Tiger Wolf Army, she’s safe and sound right now.”

That’s good, Feng Xun’s face pale, he noticed the finger marks left on the Sword Slave’s neck, a trace of guilt flickered through Feng Xun’s eyes.

Every time ”he” appeared, people around him always got hurt.

And this time, it was he who had summoned ”him”.

Wu Zhong, he was a devil born full of slaughter and brutality.

Yet, he could not part from ”him”.

”Prince, Miss Ye is in the camp, do you want to go see her?” The Sword Slave saw Feng Xun staring blankly at the camp and cautiously asked.

”I shouldn’t get close to her, it’s better we part ways here.” As if having made a difficult decision, Feng Xun shook his head and turned away with heavy steps.

Inside the camp, Lan Cai’er was still bombarding Ye Lingyue with endless questions.

”Ling Yue, was that really the Ghost Emperor Wu Chong? Ling Yue, when did you meet Wu Chong, was it that time in the Mountain and Sea Gang?”

Ye Lingyue felt at a loss for words; she didn’t know how to explain to Lan Cai’er.

To tell the truth, she had hardly met Wu Chong a few times, but each encounter was inexplicably chaotic.

”Oh no, Feng Xun is in danger.” Lan Cai’er’s face was full of worry, and rightfully so. A man like Wu Chong, domineering and brutal, if he knew about Feng Xun’s existence, wouldn’t he just snap and get rid of Feng Xun.

””

”What does this have to do with Feng Xun... Where is Feng Xun?” Ye Lingyue suddenly remembered that she hadn’t seen Feng Xun at all.

Lan Cai’er was about to tell Ye Lingyue that after Feng Xun learned of her disappearance, his temperament drastically changed, and he became determined to break into Black Valley—when a soldier from the Tiger Wolf Army came in and told Ye Lingyue that someone called Sword Slave was looking for her outside the military camp.

Sword Slave had come alone and he told Ye Lingyue and Lan Cai’er that the Prince had been found.

”The Prince asked me to hand over these items and the letter to Miss Ye, saying that he had already returned to Beiqing,” Sword Slave said with a dispirited face, handing over Feng Xun’s letter and a box to Ye Lingyue.

Opening the letter, it only contained two words.

”Take care.”

Ye Lingyue opened the box and was struck motionless for a moment when she saw the contents inside.

It was the Fortune Cranes—ninety-nine of them that she had given to Feng Xun when they bid farewell in Li City. The damn Feng Xun had actually returned all these Fortune Cranes.

Ye Lingyue really wanted to smash all the Fortune Cranes right in Feng Xun’s face.

Good intentions had not paid off. She had made these Fortune Cranes especially for Feng Xun, and each contained a strand of Cauldron Breath that could help alleviate his Cold Syndrome.

Ye Lingyue looked at the Fortune Cranes, furious and annoyed; she recklessly threw them all out.

Feng Xun, this meant that they couldn’t even be friends anymore.

Ye Lingyue’s mood plummeted at once, and Sword Slave, witnessing this, could only sigh and leave the temporary military camp.

Outside the military camp on the official road, a carriage was parked.

”Prince, I’ve delivered everything to Miss Ye,” Sword Slave looked at the Prince on the carriage—the Prince was leaning against the shaft with his eyes closed.

”Did she say anything?” Feng Xun asked softly.

”Miss Ye said nothing and just threw away all the Fortune Cranes.” As soon as Sword Slave finished speaking, Feng Xun suddenly opened his eyes.

Thrown them all away...

Feng Xun smiled bitterly, gestured for Sword Slave to move away with a wave of his hand.

At the moment the carriage curtain fell, Feng Xun couldn’t help but to spread open his palm, where a small golden Fanghe crane lay.

It was the very Fanghe crane from when he first met Ye Lingyue.

It was also the one that tied their fate together.

The spiritual power on it, long since vanished, the Fanghe crane appeared somewhat worn, but Feng Xun had never had the heart to discard it.

”This time, she must be really angry. Well, that’s good. This way, she won’t have to worry about me, the sickly one anymore,” Feng Xun held the Fanghe crane tightly in his fingers. The Cold Syndrome did not flare up, but he felt an icy chill throughout his body, as if his heart had suddenly emptied.

After Sword Slave left, seeing Ye Lingyue’s face was not right, Lan Cai’er quickly slipped away.

Little Zhiyo and Little Wuya looked at each other, not understanding why their leader was so furious—they were both still oblivious, completely unaware of the so-called matters of the heart.

”Zhiyo~ (Boss, calm down)”

Hearing a pleasing call by her ear, Ye Lingyue turned around and immediately her anger turned to joy.

Little Zhiyo struggled to hold the box, larger than itself, wobbling over to Ye Lingyue.

That box was the exact one she had discarded earlier.

Inside, the Fortune Cranes were still intact.

Nonetheless, Ye Lingyue couldn’t help herself but to take out those Fortune Cranes.