Return Of The Monarch

Time flowed like water.

The Secret Legion's traitors had been dealt with.

Standing in the cold, Feng Hui's black hair blew in the wind. For everyone, the Secret Legion was akin to home. In the end, despite their actions, the traitors were once a part of their little, humble family.

Hundreds of men and women gathered in the dark cemetery. Near them, several large tombstones were erected. Inscribed on these tombstones, thousands of words that recounted their tales danced about.  

In total, there were ten names. Brushing back his hair, Feng Hui stood in his own isolated spot.

"Poke." A light poke brushed across his black robes.

"Sis." Feng Hui smiled. At quick notice, the Secret Legion bowed. Meanwhile, Zhi Ruo stopped conversing with the Eastern World's first Transcendent, Zhou Lei.

In the seamless night, the stars glittered. Drooping her head against the silent man's back, Feng Mei mumbled, "Don't be upset, Big Brother."

Upset? Feng Hui was confused as his heart pounded. I'm upset?

Despite the signs, Feng Hui had trouble believing it. For decades, he had cared about no one except his mother and sister. Now, he was mournful over the traitors?

"Yeah, I'll try." The low, soft-spoken voice of the Secret Legion's master echoed throughout the night.

"Thud." Countless powerful men and women started dropping to the ground, their knees brushing against the tall grass. Like an overflowing waterfall, their emotions burst. Weeping for their fallen brothers and sisters, the cold tears rolled down their cheeks.

Needing some time alone, Feng Hui vanished along with the tears, emerging in the center of the Magical Beast forest. Alone in the cold forest, his fierce beating heart was real.

Investigating the disruption, numerous man-eating monsters had arrived. At first, the beasts were vicious and murderous. However, upon seeing the black-robed Feng Hui, the beasts' pupils enlarged.

Similar to an obedient child, the beasts became kind and meek as if the black-robed man before them was their parent. The beasts retreated to the shadows; Feng Hui paid no heed to the gathering crowd.

While the black-robed master sat within the vast forest, another Feng Hui was walking with a red-haired man. In a world without monsters, he looked around, "The damage cannot be undone."

On Earth, the survivors had started to rebuild a functioning civilization. With enough time, the human race would repopulate, but things were different. Bearing new powers, mutations continued to twist and turn. Even now, foreign mysterious abilities were beginning to sprout up.

"You've done enough for us. The human race will forever be in your debt." Picking up a piece of trash, Sun Yi lit a small flame on his palm.

"How nostalgic." Feng Hui thought. With a smile, he asked, "Brother Sun, so what is your choice?"

Sighing, Sun Yi shook his head, "Brother Feng, I'd like to remain on Earth. In the end, this is the home that I grew up in, and I will see through its development."

"Very well." Hearing the answer, Feng Hui wasn't surprised; his friend had formed a new set of beliefs. The process was gradual, and Sun Yi was no longer interested in supreme power.   

"Mn?" Laughing, Sun Yi joked. "Not going to persuade me anymore? It makes me kind of sad, Brother Feng."

"The life of a Formation Master is not for everyone." Showing his fist to the red-haired man, Feng Hui smiled, "If you ever change your mind, a spot in the Secret Legion will be waiting for you."

Bumping fists with his friend, Sun Yi chuckled as he recalled the vast world that this mysterious master had shown him, "Of course."

. . .

In the blink of an eye, weeks had passed since the funeral.

Within a bright hall, a romantic scene was playing out.

The rows of seats lined up in a neat fashion. Sitting at the back, a beautiful couple was watching the drama act. In the Dragon Continent, Long Fengge was no more. The truth had been concealed.

Instead, Long Bohai, his little brother, had taken the throne. When he had accepted the emperor's gown, the kingdom had blossomed into loud cheers. The standards were so low. Thus, for the commoners, a relative of the late legendary emperor was akin to a saving light!  

The kingdom's development had transpired according to Feng Hui's expectation; his little brother indeed had the qualities to be a great emperor. In recent weeks, Bohai had sent shockwaves throughout the kingdom, attracting countless admirers. At night, thousands of beautiful women painted portraits of the emperor's kind, omniscient smile.

From the start, Feng Hui was never interested in the politics of running a kingdom.

"Rumble." Smiling, Feng Hui stood up to clap for the spectacular performance. Purring on his arm, Zhi Ruo was like a small kitten, and her ice goddess visage was nowhere in sight.

The performance was a simple romance. Where a noble madam had sacrificed everything for her husband; however, she was still thrown out at the end. Infatuated with his young and beautiful concubine, the Marquis continued to pressure his main wife.

Years passed for the noble madam as she starved in depression. The malnutrition tormented her feeble health, and this lasted until she stood before death's door. Forgotten and abandoned, this was supposed to be the end of her journey, but she had somehow reincarnated!

Vowing to never repeat the same mistakes, the noble madam swiftly built up her own power. Whenever a man bearing gifts approached her, she would respond, "All fake! Go seduce another young miss. This experienced madam won't fall for it!"

The beautiful young maiden's outburst had shocked each of her pursuers without fail. This persisted until she met him, the mysterious Alliance Leader, Hin Jin.

As her prince charming, Hin Jin continued to chase her shadow. One night, he took an arrow for her while the hired mercenaries chased them, moving the noble madam's heart as she nursed the Alliance Leader back to health.

Soon, the Alliance Leader had caught wind of his lover's disdain toward the young marquis. Sneering, he would never stop pressuring the fickle husband for years to come. The capricious marquis ended up pursuing the young maiden for the rest of his life, never managing to obtain her affection.

Nudging his shoulder, Zhi Ruo puffed out a disdainful lament, "Ai. The madam was too unfortunate to fall in love with the Marquis in her first life. Luckily, she met the Alliance Leader."

Walking out of the crowded hall, the exit was rather peaceful. None of the drunk men dared to push through. Seeing the masked couple that had a mysterious aura, the commoners were respectful.

"I never knew that my Xiao Ruo was a fan of dramas." Teleporting to their home, Feng Hui chuckled. Since the fusion, he had noticed a minor change in his lover, but it was nothing much.

"Hmph. I'm also a modern woman. Don't look down on my likes!" Pulling her hand away, Zhi Ruo snorted.

"All right, all right. Anything Your Royal Highness wishes for." Raising his hands in deference, Feng Hui laughed.

Suddenly, Feng Hui's face turned serious. Dropping on one knee, he took off his mask, exposing his incomparably handsome contour.

"Zhi Ruo, the kindness you have shown me for all these years is something that I will cherish forever." Ever since the time that the genius young miss had put her faith in him, the bullied prince, Feng Hui's frozen heart had softened. For the rest of his life, he was certain that he would never love another.

"Despite everything I have put us through, you have never stopped believing in me." Sighing, Feng Hui took a deep breath, gathering his emotions.

"Zhi Ruo…" More nervous than all his near-death battles combined, Feng Hui pushed out the final question, "Will you marry me?"

"Honey, is that even a question?" Tightly gripping the former prince's hand, Zhi Ruo remembered everything they had gone through together. The memories were unforgettable.

"Of course I will!" Sinking into the flabbergasted man's embrace, Zhi Ruo cried until her face turned red and sore.