Her Cute War God (5)

Miyu was laying on the floor watching Feng Zhao stay in some meditation position for a while. Her eyes saw some type of energy flow out, so she was kept quite entertained for a while. Eventually, she looked to her side at her hand, she still had some small rocks.

She got up and cracked open a sliding window looking down at the streets below.

Flick

Crash, someone's carriage toppled over, Miyu stared indifferently but her eyes flashed with a kind of entertainment in them. She watched as a youth in the carriage got out his face only had a frown, he talked to his driver who bowed pathetically and emotionally.

It seemed the youth wasn't going to spare him as he raised his hand.

Flick

"Ahh" she heard the youth wince in pain at his wrist that looked to had taken a considerable amount of damage. The Youth frantically looked around but didn't bother to look up.

Pull, Miyu was pulled back inside by Feng Zhao who once again took her tiny rocks from her. He closed the window just in time for the arrogant youth to see his face and make suspicions.

"Would you stop throwing rocks at people?" he said forcing himself to be calm.

"…." Miyu said nothing as she looked up at Feng Zhao before poking at his sour face.

"You," he said in surprise at the sudden action, making him back away.

"You have a parchment for saying that every time I do something. "She said laying on the floor again, staring up at the ceiling.

Feng Zhao sighed after a while and looked back at Miyu who was still staring at the ceiling.

"Zhao?"

"Yes," he said going back into his meditation stance.

"Why do you want to become this Lord Somethings disciple?" She asked.

"Its Lord, Zhuan Bai," He said not opening his eyes as he continued to fluctuate his aura. "Lord Zhuan Bai found me as an infant."

"Found you?"

"I was giving to my parents by him"

"So, that two."

"Aren't my birth parents"

"So then what?"

"I want to Know, who my birth parents are and if…If they are still alive."

"….."

"What about your birth parents?" he asked this time opening his eyes.

"My mom died in the war and my father…..I killed him" She said but this time there was a slight change in her tone."

"Your Father….." Feng Zhao had a little unsettled feeling inside him.

"My Father only viewed people as tools to be used and to him, I was a very useful tool. It took me a long time to realize that, it not for Rachel I would never have thought of anything else other to fight. That was after all how my father raised me, to fight.

"Your father raised you to fight" Feng Zhao frowned as from his standpoint his culture doesn't view women as fighters, although strong, but not fighters.

"…." Miyu went quiet.

"Miyu?"

"It was during a Warring time, so fighting was necessary. But, my father used it as an excuse, he made it seem like a noble reason, and that my only purpose was to fight." Miyu began to breathe slowly as she felt her magic reconnect with her. "…."

"Miyu?" Feng Zhao stood up the moment he saw her glowing white. It wasn't a cultivation aura rather it felt wholly different. Miyu sat up she lightly bobbed her head as she felt more of her power flow back into her.

"Miyu?" Feng Zhao moved closer with a worried expression seeing that she wasn't responding and seemed to be in even more of a daze then before. He raised his hand to touch her shoulder.

Shock

Feng Zhao felt his cultivation go out of whack the moment he touched her as he spat blood. He felt his heart face to a dangerous point before he fainted. Miyu hand touched the unconscious Feng Zhao's face softly her eyes clear, she circulated her energy and then it mixed with Feng Zhao's aura. She laid him felt and cuddled up right next him, falling asleep.

Miyu Leaned back on her stone seat with a bored expression. She and Feng Zhao travelled to Wind Village to partake in the second part of the competition.

"Here" Feng Zhao handed her a candy apple, which she ate still with a bored expression, Feng Zhao had taken her tiny rocks away earlier leaving her with nothing to do other than stare into space.

Feng Zhao took glance at Miyu every now and then, making the people around them fly with jealously again.

Miyu paused suddenly and frowned, just before Feng Zhao could ask what's wrong, she shoved the whole Candy Apple in her mouth and shallowed. Surprising Feng Zhao.

"Hey, don't suddenly…." He paused after she seeing she was fine and looked bored again.

"Feng Zhao vs Wen Yu" said the announcer, Feng Zhao paused as he handed his Candy Apple to Miyu who was still staring off into space.

Feng Zhao stepped onto the stage in fire in his eyes.

"So you're the champion from Garp Village" Said the spongy youth who was Feng Zhao's opponent. Wen Yu looked quite confident. "I have heard from others that your first place was nothing but a joke."

"…" Feng Zhao had nothing but a calm expression, it was only when next to Miyu did it ever change.

"You're not going to answer?" Wen Yu laughed "Sissy"

"Begin" said the announcer.

Before Wen Yu made a move, he was surprised at the Aura Feng Zhao "Fourth Rank Martial Cultivator" he whispered and then went pale he was after only a Fifth Rank Martial Cultivator. So, seeing that this person was a higher ranked then the information given to him.

-A Few Minutes later-

Wen Yu face was flattened into the ground with no intension of getting up.

Some of the People from Feng Zhao's home Village were shocked stupid. And wondered if their eyes where playing tricks on them.

Miyu sat completely still nearly without blinking as she stared off, when Feng Zhao sat next to her. She automatically poked his face lightly.

"Do you have to do that?" he asked

"Yes, because I like touching you" She said with a straight face as the next fight was announced and became deadly boring as Miyu leaned on Feng Zhao who flinched and then went stiff. Miyu didn't mind as she dozed off on his shoulder making Feng Zhao sweat on his back as the imaginary stares where very unpleasant.

"Miyu vs. Tao Peng" An Announcer said after a couple of Battles had passed. Feng Zhao lightly tapped Miyu awake as she reluctantly got up and walked to the stage.

The stranger that was her opponent wasn't nervous in fact he seemed cocky and arrogant like most youths at this competition. However, he frowned at the nonchalance at the unique and beautiful girl before him.

It seemed he had met many beauties before all of which fell to his charms including the fabled beauty of Garp Village Wang Yin. Her reaction was different not a flinch nor notion at his looks, her eyes showed nothing but boredom.

He had to admit it made him interested and the more he looked the more he liked.

Miyu frowned, she didn't have Rachel's skill of reading peoples expression but she could tell what that look the this man has meant. Although she liked the look in Feng Zhao's eyes she didn't like it on others.

"Begin" the announcer said.

"Say, I don't like fighting women how about we call it a draw."

"Your no match for me, why would it be a draw"

"…." Tao Peng halted suddenly he was in some disbelief that his sweet talk didn't work. "Well, I suppose we should begin" Using his mental technique Miyu was brought to the world of the mind. It was a bedroom filled with romance and all. "Welcome to Dreamscape"

Tao Peng raised his hand in all glory.

This is his favorite Mental Technique Dreamscape, he crafted to his pleasure. When his opponent is a woman, he happily brings them to this world. As handsome as he is of course he would meet women that wouldn't responded so well to him in the beginning.

But after breaking them down in the world of Minds, they become like putty in his hands in the real world.