Chapter 31 A Wildfire of Hatred "You like Gu Shanyue."...

Before the morning light fell, the white tung tree left silently, as if it had never stayed at all.

He should go and make breakfast for Gu Shanyue.

Gu Shanyue had a hearty breakfast and practiced her swordplay in the cool autumn breeze. It wasn't until Qi Baitong wiped her sweat and the doctor hurriedly walked by with his medicine box that she remembered there was a Xifeng in the courtyard.

Gu Shanyue casually asked, "How is Xifeng doing?"

Qi Baitong paused in wiping her sweat, then replied, "The doctor used the best medicine for him. His injury isn't serious, so there shouldn't be any problems."

Gu Shanyue thought of Xi Feng's blood-covered appearance yesterday. How could this be considered not seriously injured?

Although most of the injuries were superficial, the sheer amount of blood loss alone was enough to cause considerable suffering.

In an instant, the image of Qi Baitong's body, covered with countless old scars, reappeared in Gu Shanyue's mind.

Perhaps in his view, this injury was not serious.

Previously, Gu Shanyue had only seen the countless healed scars on Qi Baitong's body, which did not have much impact. However, seeing Xi Feng's miserable state, Gu Shanyue could imagine what Qi Baitong looked like when he was injured and covered in blood.

"A-Yue?" Qi Baitong patted her shoulder and called out, "What's wrong?"

Gu Shanyue looked up, and her reflection was clearly seen in his dark eyes, his gaze gentle.

"you……"

Gu Shanyue had just uttered a single word when he was suddenly interrupted by a series of crackling sounds coming from the small house.

"Get out of here! All of you, get out of here..."

His voice was hoarse and dry, like a howling trapped beast, completely lacking the clear and melodious tone that Gu Shanyue used when listening to opera.

The doctor was so frightened that he ran out, bowed deeply to Gu Shanyue, and then turned and ran away.

Gu Shanyue didn't stop her. She frowned and walked straight over, pushing the door open with a "snap." Sunlight, along with floating dust, poured into the slightly dim room.

Xi Feng propped himself up, his blood-dripping palm trembling, and he visibly flinched.

Upon seeing Gu Shanyue clearly, his eyes blazed with fury. He slammed his hand on the bed, his voice sharp yet weak, and said, "You are despicable and shameless! I will never let you go. Sooner or later, I will kill you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Baitong leaped forward, her sleeves fluttering, and slapped Xi Feng across the face with a crisp, resounding motion.

Xi Feng was already injured, and after waking up and causing a scene, he was still dizzy and had no chance against Qi Baitong's forceful slap.

He tilted his head to the side, fell back down, and fainted again.

Qi Baitong felt a surge of joy and turned around, saying, "Now it's all right. I'll go and fetch the doctor back."

Gu Shanyue looked at Xi Feng, who was still unconscious with his eyes closed, and gave Qi Baitong a thumbs up: "Well done."

A shy smile appeared on Qi Baitong's face.

He could tell from Gu Shanyue's attitude yesterday that although Xi Feng was also related to Wu Shanyu, Gu Shanyue's position in his heart was not comparable to that of Li Yuheng.

Gu Shanyue's only concern was that people were alive, so why should he be polite?

Taking advantage of Gu Shanyue's promise, he acted arrogantly, attempting to assassinate Gu Shanyue, and even shamelessly stripped to seduce Gu Shanyue... How could Qi Baitong possibly be lenient with such a man?

Although he was seriously injured, Xi Feng was in good physical condition. He woke up several times during the day, each time cursing and making a fuss, but Qi Baitong suppressed him with force. He didn't treat Xi Feng as a patient at all.

After all, Qi Baitong himself was still injured. For him, getting injured was commonplace, so why should he receive special care?

Xi Feng was so dizzy from the slap that he started to feel lightheaded. He was originally only physically injured, but now his head was spinning, he kept vomiting, and he completely lost his strength.

Qi Baitong finally stopped, satisfied. Gu Shanyue was soft-hearted, but he was not a kind person.

With internal and external medicine administered daily, Xi Feng gradually recovered and stopped causing trouble. Every day, he would stare gloomily out the window, and whenever he saw Gu Shanyue, he would stare intently at her.

Gu Shanyue naturally noticed his undisguised gaze, but continued to eat, drink, and stroll around as if nothing had happened.

Just as Xi Feng was peeking at her through the window crack again, Gu Shanyue, who had just finished eating and had nothing to do, turned her head and instantly caught his gaze.

Xi Feng had been watching him for several days, but Gu Shanyue ignored him. Suddenly, she stared at him so intently that he was startled, feeling as if an underground creature had been suddenly exposed to the light of day.

He instinctively looked away, but then felt he had lost his composure, so he immediately glared back.

Gu Shanyue walked over, stood with her arms crossed against the door frame, and Xi Feng glared at her fiercely with his handsome face.

Gu Shanyue chuckled: "Want to kill me?"

"I wish I could skin you alive and whip you..."

Xi Feng only managed to utter half of his harsh words when Qi Baitong floated over like a ghost, stood behind Gu Shanyue, and silently raised his hand.

If he dares to continue, Qi Baitong will slap him unconscious.

Xi Feng gritted his teeth: "...Shameless!"

Gu Shanyue walked into the room, casually sat down on the table, and looked down at Xifeng.

"Ignoring the superficial wounds, even if you recover, you won't be able to lift a weapon. How will you kill me then?"

Her words were actually quite sincere; she wanted to persuade Xifeng to back down.

However, the statement was too direct, especially given Gu Shanyue's aloof and disdainful attitude, which completely distorted its meaning, making it sound like an arrogant insult from a victor to his defeated opponent.

Xi Feng's face flushed red with anger, and her fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare! As long as I live, I will never give up my revenge!"

Gu Shanyue's gaze turned cold, falling indifferently on his face as her slender fingers tapped on the scabbard at her waist.

The way they were scrutinizing me didn't seem like they were looking at a living person.

Xi Feng instantly realized that Gu Shanyue had murderous intent.

He felt a chill run down his spine and awkwardly turned his gaze away.

If Gu Shanyue were to make a move at this moment, he would surely be killed on the spot.

But this show of weakness made him feel ashamed, and he could only tell himself that he had to endure it for a while before he could do something better.

The crisp knocking stopped, and Xi Feng's heart skipped a beat. He glanced over and saw that Wu Gou had not been drawn.

Gu Shanyue said expressionlessly, "You are alive because my senior sister forbade me to kill you; she treats you like a younger brother."

"younger brother?"

These two words seemed to trigger his fragile nerves. Xi Feng had already forgotten Wu Gou's threat, and his face was full of a mocking and ferocious smile.

"How could someone who betrayed his master and killed my father say such disgusting things?"

Gu Shanyue's eyebrows twitched; his hands were itching, and he really wanted to kill the person in front of him with a single sword stroke.

She gritted her teeth: "I was the one who killed Xi Tianzhao, not my senior sister."

"Does it matter whether it's you or her? You senior and junior sisters of Zhuoguang Mountain are all one family. She is a traitor to my Blood Mirage, and she personally led the attack on Blood Mirage..." Xi Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he said hatefully, "What? She spared my life and I should thank her? She died and that was the end of it all. Am I supposed to remember and cherish her and become a lackey of the imperial court?"

Gu Shanyue frowned, unable to refute.

Qi Baitong, who had been silent all along, stepped forward and stood side by side with Gu Shanyue, speaking coldly.

"Back then, the Blood Mirage committed numerous atrocities, taking advantage of the chaos in the world and the court's inability to supervise, to harm and poison countless people. Do you really not know Xi Tianzhao's infamous reputation for cannibalism among the people? Such a person, even if not Lady Wu, would have been wiped out by the heroes of the martial world and the court sooner or later. As her son, you are still young. Lady Wu protected your life out of consideration for our past relationship. Otherwise, I'm afraid you would have been beaten to a pulp by the angry martial world and the persecuted people, and it would have been difficult to quell their hatred."

Gu Shanyue immediately nodded: "That's right."

She couldn't think of or say such things, which is why Xi Feng questioned her, but that doesn't mean that her senior sister is the heartless and ungrateful person he described.

My senior sister tried to persuade Xi Tianzhao many times, but to no avail.

The Blood Mirage expanded day by day, abducting more and more people. The various strange drugs it concocted spread widely, killing countless people. The entire martial arts world was in chaos, and people moved their entire families away, just to escape the clutches of the Blood Mirage.

Destroying the Blood Mirage is imperative for both the martial arts world and the imperial court.

"How righteous you speak! If Lady Wu is a bodhisattva incarnate, then why were all the maids and servants who never did anything wrong, my wet nurse, and even the young children in the building, killed by your so-called righteous people, except for my father?"

Xi Feng's expression was a mix of laughter and tears, his wounds bursting open and bleeding, as he roared with heart-wrenching pain: "Everyone! Everyone is dead! Why am I allowed to live!"

At this moment, it's hard to say who he really hates.

In his youth, he hated Wushan Yu; in his heart, she was a demon in disguise. Later, as he grew older, he also learned right from wrong.

But his life had already ended like this, and the deep-seated hatred was the pillar that kept him alive.

If I don't hate her, who should I hate?

Qi Baitong was silent for a moment: "In that battle, countless people rushed up the Blood Mirage. Some took the opportunity to do evil under the guise of eliminating evil. They hid in the crowd. They deserved to die, but you can't put all the blame on Lady Wu. You know what kind of person she is."

Qi Baitong had never seen Wushan Jade, but during her short years in the palace, the Imperial Guards imposed the lightest punishments on her, and she suffered the least.

Even though Wu Shanyu killed her master, the most righteous people in the martial arts world never complained. The only regret was that she left too soon.

Whether in the martial world or the imperial court, Wu Shanyu lived a life of integrity and uprightness.

How could Xi Feng not know?

He knew this, and that's why he was in pain.

He couldn't find anyone to hate, so he hated her.

He hated her for abandoning him, hated her for protecting him, and hated her most of all for dying so young.

How could Wu Shanyu die? Even if he were to die, he should die at Wu Shanyu's hands.

Why should he be left alone, his hatred burning like wildfire, adrift in a sea of ​​suffering?

His resentment and his grudges had no outlet; they could only be trapped inside this body.

Xi Feng pressed his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed back, his eyes wide open as he stared at the swaying bed curtains.

It was like the fluttering white skirt of Wu Shanyu when she turned around and smiled at him with her sword raised.

He tugged at his blood-stained lips and closed his eyes.

Gu Shanyue gazed at him quietly. Just moments ago, she had felt disgusted by him, but now, she felt a little sorry for him.

She knows that feeling.

The world was empty, and only he himself was left behind in silence.

No matter how hard she tried, or how much she spent her life, she could never find that person again.

It felt like she'd lost an arm; she could get used to it, but she'd always feel incomplete.

Gu Shanyue sighed silently: "After that battle, it was my senior sister who, despite her illness, personally took you to the Valley of Ten Thousand Butterflies and entrusted you to the Valley Master's care."

Gu Shanyue reached out and touched his head: "She has always been thinking about you."

Xi Feng remained motionless, his chest rising and falling slightly, his face pale and lifeless, as if he hadn't heard those words.

Gu Shanyue and Qi Baitong exchanged a glance, then left, their figures disappearing into the distance.

In the silent room, a tear rolled down Xi Feng's tightly closed eyelids.

He turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and let out broken, animalistic sobs.

Since that day, Xi Feng, who was full of resentment, seemed to have calmed down a lot. He no longer talked about killing Gu Shanyue and Li Yuheng, but he still didn't have a good attitude. In particular, he was always sarcastic towards Qi Baitong, who had slapped him several times.

Qi Baitong brought him medicine. Now his body has recovered a lot and he no longer needs the doctor to take care of him all the time.

Qi Baitong had no intention of talking to him. She put the tray on the table and was about to leave.

Leaning against the headboard, Xi Feng closed his book and called out to him, "Qi Baitong, right..."

Qi Baitong ignored him, and Xi Feng continued, "You like Gu Shanyue."

His confident tone successfully stopped Qi Baitong in her tracks.

Qi Baitong turned around, a cold glint in her eyes: "What's it to you?"

His initial wariness of Xi Feng had dissipated. Xi Feng was indifferent, and Gu Shanyue was uninterested; they were merely temporary visitors.

Moreover, Xi Feng is now covered in scars. Even if he strips naked and stands in front of Gu Shanyue to seduce her in the future, Gu Shanyue will only find him ugly.

Thinking of this, Qi Baitong felt a little relieved.

Xi Feng casually flipped through the book, his tone mocking: "Of course it has nothing to do with me. Someone like you will always be like someone in a theater, watching her enter the boudoir with another man."

He laughed, as if he found it extremely amusing.