The Rise of the Supreme Concubine

Feng Muqing slowly opened her eyes, finding herself enveloped in a fiery red hue.

What's going on?

Did I just take a nap? Why am I dressed as a bride upon awakening?

Feng Muqing was embarrassed.

As a revered deity, she, who resembled an ancient ironwood tree, inexplicably found herself in a bridal gown.

In an instant, Feng Muqing was wide awake. However, as she tried to sit up, dizziness hit her, causing her to sit back down again.

Her head throbbed with a chaotic mess, and she shook her head, holding her forehead, gradually organizing her thoughts.

Ugh...

The corners of Feng Muqing's mouth twitched.

She never imagined that after enduring numerous years, the heavenly thunder didn't strike her dead. Instead, she died in her sleep.

Ridiculous!

Absolutely absurd!

The original owner of this body also bore the name Feng Muqing. She was the legitimate daughter of Prime Minister Feng Tianling of the Beiyi Kingdom. She was born with a natural omen, and the entire capital witnessed flashes of lightning and thunder when she was born.

Her mother, Lan Jingrou, died in childbirth. In his grief, her father sent the newborn Feng Muqing to the most remote part of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Beiyuan, where only one maidservant tended to her.

The servants in the residence took advantage of her situation and mistreated her for a full fifteen years.

But the original owner of this body, with a strong will to live, had managed to grow up in such circumstances.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Muqing pulled open the curtain of her sedan, only to be greeted by a silent wilderness, without a soul in sight.

Wasn't she supposed to be on her way to the Regent's Manor for her arranged marriage?

Why was she in this desolate forest?

And where did all those sedan bearers disappear to?

Feng Muqing was filled with questions, but there was no one to answer them.

Suddenly, a wave of hostility came rushing toward her, and Feng Muqing's heart tightened as she quickly sidestepped.

Thud!

A massive tree behind her fell to the ground.

She inhaled sharply, her eyelids twitching.

It seemed like fate was truly favoring her today, not only making her wear a wedding gown but also subjecting her to an attack.

A group of men in black wielding knives confronted her. The warm sunlight glinted coldly off their blades.

The two parties locked eyes. Feng Muqing's finger, hidden behind her sleeve, moved a little. A gust of wind passed, creating an eerie silence.

What's happening?

Why aren't my spells working?

Feng Muqing couldn't help but bitterly smile, thinking about how she, the youngest revered deity in the divine realm, was now seemingly vulnerable to harm.

"Attack!"

With a fierce shout from one of the men in black, they all charged at Feng Muqing.

Feng Muqing's heart sank, and she quickly pulled out the hairpin from her hair, making a few quick insertions into her body. Suddenly, her body felt lighter, and a warm sensation filled her Dantian.

She nimbly evaded the slashing blades. Seizing an opportunity, she grabbed the wrist of one of the men in black, wrenching the knife from his grasp.

The man was taken aback, staring at his empty hand.

Wasn't this supposed to be a useless person?

Since when could a waste like this disarm him?

But the man quickly regained his composure, angrily yelled, and lunged at her again with another blade.

Clang! Clash!

The sound of metal striking metal echoed piercingly in the quiet forest. The sparks created by the clashing weapons illuminated Feng Muqing's serious face.

The combatants moved in a chaotic dance of death, every move aimed to kill.

Blood stained her blade. Red droplets, reminiscent of fluttering butterflies, contrasted starkly against the darkness.

Bodies of the men in black littered the ground. Feng Muqing's expression remained cold, her sharp eyes focused on her attackers.

Seeing their dwindling numbers, panic set in among the remaining attackers. They contemplated retreating.

Ha!

Noticing their hesitation, Feng Muqing let out a cold laugh.

Those who dared threaten her life would surely pay with their own.

Seizing the opportunity, Feng Muqing leaped into the air, spun around, and kicked. Two men clutched their chests and fell, her blade pointed at their throats.

"Who sent you?"

"We do the bidding of whoever pays us."

"Tell me who's behind this, and I'll spare your lives."