Fiona Fang Receives a New Name, Moonlit Encounter with a Silhouette
"Spring, Thirty... Lady?" Fiona Fang stared wide-eyed at the contemplative Teacher Yang, her expression a masterpiece of disbelief. Beside her, Rachel Luo was clutching her mouth and slapping the floor, laughing so hard she was about to pass out. These season-plus-number-plus-gender names are just too recognizable. In all of film history, there aren’t many names more energizing than "Aunt Thirteen"—but "Spring Thirty Lady" is definitely one of them.
Fiona Fang tapped her cheek, pondering for a moment, and muttered, "I've heard tales in the martial world—long ago there was a hero called Xiao Shiyi Lang. Honestly, that matches you pretty well."
"Pffft—hahaha!" Rachel Luo finally lost it, laughing so hard she collapsed.
Princess Embroidered Jade and Teacher Yang snuck back to Flower Shifting Village that very night—obviously under the cover of darkness. Even Teacher Yang had developed a basic sense of shame now; strutting around in just his underwear in front of dozens of women in broad daylight? He finally realized that’s not exactly a good look.
After a while, Night Lily finally dispersed the purple mist in the valley, restoring clarity to heaven and earth. Princess Flower Shifter and the Silverblade King's battle ended without defeat—she chased him for nearly fifty miles, ultimately wounding him badly. But Princess Flower Shifter wasn’t happy; she’d wanted to finish him off right there, but he escaped with injuries. Talk about frustrating.
Flower Shifting Village took a serious hit in this battle. The invaders were after intel, so the aftermath looked like locusts had swept through—utter chaos. Countless books, records, and paintings were stolen, but thankfully, it was all just ordinary stuff. Truth is, the princesses were just here for a vacation, and Flower Shifting Village was a temporary setup, so there wasn’t anything truly valuable.
Of course, if this had been the main base of the Protector’s lineage, neither Lady Simone nor the Silverblade King would have dared make a move.
There weren’t many casualties, but the real headache was the poisoning: Ten Evil Soul Scatter. The medical supplies and equipment had also been smashed and overturned by the invaders, leaving the medic unable to treat anyone. After sleepless research, she concluded that Ten Evil Soul Scatter was nothing like any poison known in the martial world.
Calling Ten Evil Soul Scatter a poison isn’t quite right. First, it doesn’t kill directly. Second, there are no obvious symptoms. Third, you can’t detect it with ordinary methods. That’s why Ten Evil Soul Scatter is so sneaky—and once you’re hit, it’s nearly impossible to cure.
Now all the palace maids could barely catch their breath—their true qi felt like it’d been hit with knockout gas. It’s there, but they just couldn’t use it. The medic said the poisoning happened mainly through water, and only water could cure it. Her advice: drink lots of clean water, use good water to flush out the poisoned water, and let the body’s own healing do the rest.
If you’re sick, drink more water. If your computer crashes, just reboot. Some things are universal, no matter the world. Drink lots, pee lots—flush out all the illness and poison. That’s why the ladies’ restroom has been absolutely packed lately, demand way outstripping supply.
The Fool even dug into his medical memory and offered up a magic diuretic—sugar-salt water. Oh wait, he’s not The Fool anymore; he’s got a new name: Yang Chun Sanshiniang—Spring Thirty Lady Yang. Seriously, the combo of the Yang surname and a name starting with 'Spring' is just too funny. Fiona Fang nearly busted a gut laughing.
With all the drinking and peeing, things started to improve—turns out it actually worked. But things weren’t so rosy for the two princesses. Their poisoning didn’t come from water, but from some mysterious method used by the Silverblade King and Lady Simone. Drinking water didn’t help; they just had to tough it out.
During the battle in the valley, they captured quite a few prisoners—the infamous underwear guys—to squeeze intel out of them, hoping for a clue to the antidote. But as expected, those guys had been drugged, were completely out of it, and didn’t last long. Their short burst of fake power came at the cost of their lives—they were basically Lady Simone’s mass-produced cannon fodder.
Starting that day, the two princesses went into closed-door training, probably using their innate skills to force out the poison. Meanwhile, everyone else packed up and left the valley in high spirits. Even Night Lily could sense something ominous brewing. The martial world was about to erupt into chaos, and this little valley was just too dangerous—they had to get back to the Protector’s base.
So, the fancy caravan hit the road again, heading for the northern tip of the Flower Kingdom. They traveled the main road all the way, with local officials lining up to greet them, everything done by the book. It was far from bustling, but not remote either—showing off royal dignity, but you could also sense the tension and caution. Teacher Yang and Rachel Luo rode along, each with their own carriage.
Rachel Luo could still hang out with Fiona Fang, wandering around here and there, but Teacher Yang just sat properly in his carriage the whole way. Didn’t show his face, didn’t get out—totally back to his old fool mode.
But Night Lily knew Teacher Yang was doing it on purpose—he was holding down the fort, protecting the caravan. With the princesses weakened and the palace maids all poisoned, he’d become one of their top fighters.
After the princesses’ secret meeting, Princess Flower Shifter gave Night Lily a mysterious heads-up: from now on, this young man’s status is special—don’t treat him lightly. She didn’t say exactly what that meant, just smiled mysteriously. Honestly, it didn’t matter; after the valley battle, every palace maid saw Teacher Yang in a whole new light. Their attitude toward him had changed to a mix of awe, admiration, and curiosity.
Only two people didn’t change: Fiona Fang and Rachel Luo. Fiona was still her carefree, wisecracking self, while Rachel Luo had never looked down on Teacher Yang from the start. Whenever Fiona was joking around with him, Rachel Luo was right there, listening, watching, and laughing.
On the fourth day after the caravan set out, the conversation from the beginning of this chapter happened inside Teacher Yang’s carriage.
"Did you come down with amnesia or something?" Fiona Fang poked Teacher Yang in the forehead, like her finger was a drill trying to bore into his thick skull. "I mean, Spring Thirty Lady—what kind of name is that? Rachel, you’re laughing way too hard. Clearly you know something, huh?"
Rachel Luo stifled her giggles and nodded. "Spring Thirty Lady—I know her. She’s a heroine from back home, pretty famous in our generation. He must be..." Rachel searched for a polite word, but gave up: "Kinda loopy, huh?" There were plenty of synonyms—like 'ditz' or 'goof'—but 'loopy' was about as tactful as it got.
"A heroine?" Teacher Yang nodded. "That does ring a bell. Can you tell me more?" He needed something to trigger his memory—he felt like most of what was in his head was just a blur, like looking through frosted glass.
Rachel Luo stopped laughing and looked at Teacher Yang’s genuine confusion and frustration. Suddenly, she felt a pang of sympathy. For someone so strong, what could have happened to make him forget even himself? Whatever it was, it had to be something unimaginably painful.
In this totally unfamiliar world, the man in front of her was the only family she had—the only proof that her old world had ever existed. All that feminine sentimentality welled up, and Rachel Luo nodded. "Alright, I’ll help you remember. Supreme Treasure, Spring Thirty Lady, White Crystal, Fairy Zixia—ring any bells?"
"I think I kinda remember..."
Not ringing a bell yet? Let me jog your memory some more: "Stephen Chow, A Chinese Odyssey—remember?"
Teacher Yang suddenly raised an eyebrow and clapped his palm, realization dawning: "Once, I had a sincere love right in front of me, but I didn’t cherish it. Only after I lost it did I regret it so much..." Fragments of memory flooded in, and vivid images flashed before his eyes. Teacher Yang zoned out—he felt something crucial was about to emerge from the fog of his mind.
But just then, Fiona Fang suddenly yelped, snapping him out of it. "You—you fool, what are you saying!" Fiona Fang’s face turned red. "How dare you spout romantic nonsense in front of me!"
Teacher Yang squinted at her. "I wasn’t talking to you—why are you so worked up?"
"You, you, you—how can you talk like that!" Fiona Fang protested, waving her tiny fists. Then her eyes twinkled and she grinned, "Whatever, looks like you really can’t remember your own name, fool. How about I give you a new one?"
"Lingji, don’t be ridiculous," Rachel Luo cut in immediately. "Names are given by your parents—you can’t just change them on a whim."
"Even if it’s not a real name, he needs a nickname! We can’t keep calling him Young Master Yang all the time—it gives me goosebumps."
Teacher Yang perked up, way more open-minded than Rachel Luo: "Alright, so what nickname do you suggest?"
"Hmm, let me think... Your surname is Yang, and you’re a fool..." Fiona Fang snapped her fingers, a lightbulb practically going off above her head. "How about Yang Egg?"
Wham! Teacher Yang squinted and delivered a swift karate chop.
"Ow, that hurts! If you don’t like it, just say so—there are other options: Yang Dummy, Yang Melon, Yang Fool..."
Wham, wham, wham—no mercy, a flurry of karate chops. Fiona Fang ran for her life clutching her head, while Teacher Yang looked thoughtful. Yang Melon? Yang Fool? Sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. "Wait, what if my real name is Yang Melon?" He started to worry—if that were true, he’d be seriously embarrassed.
He was getting more and more human by the day.
At night, with everything quiet, Teacher Yang left camp and wandered into a small grove. The moon was bright overhead, and under its light stood Princess Embroidered Jade. Ever since returning from underground, she’d been missing for days—they hadn’t seen each other at all. Tonight, she finally sent him a message to meet.
Moonlight spilled everywhere, tree shadows danced, and for the two of them, this was plenty of light. Tonight, Princess Embroidered Jade looked completely different—she wore a pale, ethereal robe like a fairy’s gown. Her long hair was beautifully styled, and she wore dazzling hair ornaments. Usually, she’d never dress up like this, but tonight she’d made a special effort. Standing quietly in the moonlight, her simple silhouette could steal the soul of ninety-nine percent of men in the world.
"You look beautiful tonight." Teacher Yang’s sense of aesthetics had seriously improved, though his conversation style was still a bit caveman: "But the dress is too long. It’d look better if it were shorter."
"You!" Princess Embroidered Jade spun around, both embarrassed and annoyed, then sighed. "So long apart, and you’re still just as infuriating—never change, do you?" Nobody else in the world could get her so riled up, but he did it effortlessly. She composed herself. "Anyway, I didn’t call you here for anything else—just to return your clothes."
She handed him a set of clothes—his martial arts outfit. Teacher Yang took it and saw it was spotless and neatly mended, every tear expertly stitched. Unless you had a sharp eye, you’d never know it had ever been damaged—way better than Fiona Fang’s last attempt. Teacher Yang grinned, flashing white teeth. "Wow, thanks! Did you sew this? It’s amazing!"
"Mm..." Princess Embroidered Jade couldn’t help but lower her head, cheeks flushing as she fiddled with the edge of the garment.
Teacher Yang unfolded the clothes—nothing missing, nothing extra, just as they were. He nodded, full of praise. "Never thought you could sew, too. With your background, looks, and martial arts skills, you’d be a total goddess in my family. And you can do housework too? Incredible!"
"You’re exaggerating." Princess Embroidered Jade was a little overwhelmed by the direct praise, but also very happy—she couldn’t help but smile. "By the way, you always talk about your family—where is it exactly? Is it far?"
"Yeah, very far."
"How far? Is it beyond the clouds and mountains?"
"Not just far—way farther. Beyond the clouds and the sky, that's about right." Teacher Yang scratched his head. "Oh, by the way, how's your poisoning? Are you getting your strength back?"
"Much more stable, but getting rid of the poison isn't a one-day job—it's going to take quite a while." Princess Embroidered Jade replied, and the two fell into a moment of silence, running out of things to say. After a long pause, her cheeks flushed red as she finally spoke: "Um, Yang... Young Master, I have a favor to ask."
Teacher Yang looked at Princess Embroidered Jade's blushing face and suddenly smiled, warm and gentle: "If it's about keeping secrets, you have my word—I won't breathe a word about what happened in the underground cavern."
"Huh?" Princess Embroidered Jade was startled, her eyes wide as she looked him up and down. This fool could be hopelessly clueless one moment and uncannily sharp the next, instantly seeing through her intentions. "Well, that's a huge relief." She let out a breath, then said seriously, "As for your soul-loss condition, I'm working on it. I've got some leads. No matter what, I'll cure you."
"Haha, I knew I could count on you!" Teacher Yang nodded, then turned to leave. Everything that needed saying had been said—time for him to get back to cultivating Bright Jade Technique.
Princess Embroidered Jade instinctively raised her hand and parted her lips, wanting to say more, but ended up just sighing in mild annoyance. Countless heroes in the martial world would kill for a single word with her, but this fool just left without a second thought. Then, Teacher Yang suddenly turned back and asked, "Wait, it's only been four days since we last saw each other—is that really so long?"
"Uh..." Princess Embroidered Jade froze, unsure how to respond. Teacher Yang shrugged and walked off, quickly leaving the grove behind. Under the moonlight, Princess Embroidered Jade stood there, dazed and lost in thought.
Just then, a voice drifted out from deep in the woods: "Only four days apart—is that a long time?" It was the same words as Teacher Yang, but with a teasing edge—Princess Flower Shifter, of course. She breezed out like a gust of wind, poking Princess Embroidered Jade in the side and grinning, "Sis, absence makes the heart grow fonder, huh? Three days apart and you see each other with new eyes! So, what's the big secret you need to keep?"
"You—you were eavesdropping?" Princess Embroidered Jade immediately panicked.
"Hehe, I’ve got more strength left than you now—so it’s my turn to bully you! Wahahaha!" Thanks to timely cultivation, Princess Flower Shifter hadn’t suffered from sonic attacks, inner turmoil, or radio drama disasters, so she was actually in better shape than Princess Embroidered Jade, with twenty years more power to boot.
"All these years, I’ve rarely seen you dress up so fancy—what’s the occasion?" Princess Flower Shifter squinted, snickering.
"This—it's just to thank him for saving my life. Of course I had to get a little formal." Princess Embroidered Jade tried to sound tough, but her eyes were clearly flustered.
"Oh ho, moonlight, willow branches, a rendezvous after dusk—now that's what I call formal!" Princess Flower Shifter laughed with a raspy voice, "A woman like you—great background, gorgeous, skilled in martial arts, and can handle housework—any guy who marries you would be blessed for three lifetimes!"
"I'm—not talking to you!" Princess Embroidered Jade couldn’t take it anymore, flustered and fleeing in embarrassment. Princess Flower Shifter stood there with hands on hips, laughing heartily. But after the laughter faded, she glanced in the direction her sister had run, murmuring, "A single word can make you angry, another can make you smile, and now you want him to become the Protector of the Flower Kingdom. Sis, are you really sure about this? The price might be more than anyone can bear."
From that day on, Teacher Yang didn’t see Princess Embroidered Jade again. Two days later, the caravan arrived at a breathtakingly beautiful place: mountains and rivers intertwined, red flowers and green willows everywhere—a real slice of paradise. Nestled in the landscape was a palace, grand and magnificent.
Every brick and tile radiated feminine grace and aesthetic flair, with intricate carvings everywhere, elegant lines and vivid colors. Yet, the whole place felt majestic and grand, like a sacred land set apart from the world, brimming with royal energy. This palace complex was less a building and more a work of art—more impressive than any sect headquarters in an online game.
"Whoa——!!" Fiona Fang’s eyes went wide, her mouth falling open. Rachel Luo wasn’t quite so dramatic—she’d seen plenty of fancy buildings—but she was still stunned by the palace’s beauty. "What is this place?"
"This is the sacred ground of the Flower Kingdom’s Protector lineage—the Celestial Moon Palace." The answer came from Princess Flower Shifter, who seemed to appear beside Fiona Fang out of thin air, beaming with pride. "Pretty awesome, right?"
"Mm-hmm!" Fiona Fang nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling.
Princess Flower Shifter’s eyes flashed as she patted Teacher Yang on the shoulder, hinting, "Spring Thirty Lady, today’s your big day. Make sure you dress up for it."
"Big day?" Teacher Yang hadn’t even asked yet, but Fiona Fang was already excited: "What big day?"
"Oh, might as well tell you in advance." Princess Flower Shifter said calmly, "Today, he’s being officially appointed as the Protector of the Flower Kingdom."
"Protector?" Fiona Fang and Rachel Luo exchanged a look. "Sounds pretty impressive."
"Haha, you really don’t know?" Princess Flower Shifter squinted. "The Protector guards the Flower Kingdom’s main lineage—if anything happens to the royal line, the legacy still survives. Besides me and my sister, he’ll get access to the Bright Moon Divine Skill, Supreme Spirit Path, and other top-tier techniques. His status in the Flower Kingdom will shoot straight up. Oh, and every Protector in history has ended up as a royal consort!"