The Phoenix's Flames Flare Up

After Liu Rushuang finished giving out orders to subordinates, she shut her eyes and took a deep breath.

The room was rather warm.

"Young Miss, you're hungry aren't you? I'll go order some food up for you," asked a smiling Qing'Er.

As master and servant, they would usually cook their meals or go out to eat, because people at the manor would never bother to prepare their meals.

"Uh huh," mumbled Liu Rushuang. Her voice sounded a little tired, as she rubbed her dizzy head with one of her hands.

Qing'Er didn't think much of it but turned and stepped outside to order some appetizing dishes.

Liu Rushuang's headache got worse. Don't tell me it's about to flare up again? When will she be able to be free from this immense pain ever again?

Ever since she entered this world, she would experience a burning discomfort once a year for a day.

Although her inner breath energy would increase with every episode, it felt truly insufferable.

She didn't know what secrets her body held and why she had to endure such pain since birth.

She previously asked Wu Xiyu, to which she only told her that things will be just fine when the time's right.

She believed her, but sixteen years later, she continued to feel it flare up every year.

Perhaps she was poisoned? But being poisoned shouldn't increase one's inner breath.

As her body became even more dehydrated and hot, Liu Rushuang gradually felt the raging fire, causing her heart to sink deeper.

In this purgatory-like torture, Liu Rushuang's eyes became a brighter shade of red.

In the next room, Han Moze felt the deep, resounding and completely exposed inner breath.

He stared in the direction of the intense levels of inner breath. "There's an exceptionally strong person with considerable inner breath in that direction. I'm afraid, even I am no match against them," he said with a deep voice.

"I feel them too. This inner breath is incredibly powerful. How about we go out and take a look?"

Han Moxi's eyes darted in the same direction with a heart full of curiosity.

Without almost a hundred years of training, it was very difficult for one to possess such profound inner breath!

He really wanted to see this supreme, otherworldly person!

Han Moze raised his eyebrows and bolted up. "The emotions of this skilled person who cultivated this completely exposed inner power must have stirred. It's best if we observe from afar," he whispered.

Han Moxi smiled as he said, "Mhm, my thoughts exactly."

Sweat as big as beans trickled down Liu Rushuang's flushed face and her eyes turned a darker shade of red.

'This time, who knows how long she could last?' Chuckled Liu Rushuang, deep down inside.

Although Liu Rushuang felt her inner breath increase, she was too in pain to use it.

All she could do was curl up into a ball in hopes of slightly reducing the pain by a little.

Liu Rushuang conceals her face with the complexion binding pill, which makes her look ordinary. However, the effects of the pill seemed to have gradually worn off just then.

An exceptionally beautiful complexion with the power to cause cities to to fall, slowly appeared.

Her perfect face was completely flawless.

Between the brows and upon her fair skin, a strange plum blossom slowly emerged.

Liu Rushuang knew what she looked like right there and then, as she had been hiding her true face all along.

When she were young, Wu Xiyu would often get her dirty. She didn't understand why until she left the minister's manor and entered the monastery, where several monks had seized opportunities to try to treat her inappropriately. That's when, she learned that concealing oneself was, at times, for protection.

She killed several monks, then fled in the middle of the night.

Li Rushuang thought about what happened after and grinned.

There were beautiful moments in her life.

Liu Rushuang relied on those memories to ease her pain but gradually, that became ineffective.

She wanted to remove all her clothes to cool down, but her pride wouldn't allow it.

Little by little, her consciousness was lost in the scorching fire.

Her feelings dissipated spotlessly like smoke.

She had lost all emotions in this lifetime.