The Xianzhou Yaoqing's Merlin's Claw and one of the Seven Arbiter-Generals. Unconventional and straightforward, she exudes effortless charm.
She is skilled in all forms of martial arts and has honed herself into a supreme weapon. She is widely adored by Xianzhou soldiers and civilians alike as “The Vanquishing General.”
However, she bears the burden of the Moon Rage affliction. If she were to hunt down all the abominations in her limited lifetime — then the only enemy Feixiao has would be herself.

A hint of the metallic smell of blood and unrest hangs in the air.

“Neergul…”
She gently pats the trembling partner by her side. “I smell… a chance for freedom. Tonight is the night.”
“Saran, the bodies of the three foxian slaves that tried to escape are still hanging on the gates…”
“No, tonight is different.”
She raises her head and stares off into the distance as a giant streaming light slowly traces across the sky.
“Tonight, there will be shooting stars.”
She takes her companion's hand in hers. “It's okay. Just keep looking forward and don't look back.”

Under the cold and brilliant light of the shooting stars, two delicate silhouettes race across the endless plains. The bloodstained air whips at their faces as the chilling howls of the wolves endlessly stir up the fear buried deep in their blood.
However, she never doubted that they would escape the wolf pack's pursuit.
As long as they wish on the “shooting star,” it would shine down on them. If they just chase that light in the sky, they would reach where it lies in the distance. As they continue to run with all their strength, it seems as if the light is growing ever nearer.
That is no “shooting star.” It's a woman who could fly. She calls herself the General of the Xianzhou Yaoqing. Her name is Yueyu.

In the distance, a military force that she had never seen before comes rushing from behind her, as countless arrows flow past her head to rain down on the pursuing borisin.
“Look, Neergul! The shooting star granted our wish!”
She shouts joyously, never once looking back. She does not see this “shooting star” falling to the ground and reduces everything to silence.

In the Yaoqing military barracks, she puts on the armor of the Cloud Knights and picks up a weapon.
A new language, a new way of life, a new name and new battle tactics. She studies in intense agony, yet learns everything quickly. She would follow Yueyu into battle and bear the general's flag. During their countless conquests, she becomes an elite warrior. The battle cry would still occasionally echo in her ears from time to time, but she initially believed that was just fear.

Until one day she closes her eyes as a warm scarlet flows across her vision. She thinks that she sees a sanguineous moon gently calling out to her, stirring up the blood in her veins.
Her skin begins to split inch after inch as a wild power pours into her body like roaring waves — She realizes that, with just a gentle tiptoe, she could move in unrivaled speed like a flash of light.
She traverses the battlefield, bathed in blood, delivering death to her enemies before they even realize what is happening. A fissure in the enemy's ranks begins to grow wider and wider.
As the long battle continues under a rain of blood, her movements seem to grow only faster. No one could hope to match her speed.

Fear… That is what she sees in the eyes of her enemies. All that she feels in her body is intimidation and rage.
When she regains her senses, she looks back on the path she has covered to see only borisin corpses behind her, piled higher and higher.
The Yaoqing soldiers are looking at her from a distance, their eyes filled with surprise, admiration, and also fear.
She collapses to the ground.

When she wakes up, Yueyu sits alone by her bedside as muffled voices reach her ears from outside the tent.
“Didn't you see that she had no tail? That's a bit too…”
“Is it natural? That's an awful shame.”
“She used to be a borisin war slave after all… Explains her raw ferocity.”
“You couldn't tell she was in 'Moon Rage'? I was about to wet myself at the sight. Thought she couldn't recognize anyone…”
“But if it wasn't for her, we might not have been able to win so easily this time.”
She realizes that these voices will likely follow her for the rest of her life.