Chapter 112 Deep Affection

Ya Feiyu stared in astonishment, her eyes wide.

He clearly hadn't expected Cen Dao to appear at this crucial moment. How had that once-glorious young man of the Qinglian Immortal Sect fallen to the point of associating with demonic cultivators? Recalling Cen Dao's former glory and the attention he received from everyone, the contrast was all the more ironic. Even he, a ruthless killer in his past life, had people by his side, but Cen Dao, who had supposedly saved the world in his previous life, had achieved nothing of note. His name was practically unknown to most outsiders; who wouldn't sigh at the cruelty of fate if they didn't see him?

But the way of Heaven is ultimately fair.

He stole the protagonist's fate, so now he's coming to demand an explanation, isn't he?

The cold wind whipped up Ya Feiyu's long, dark hair, the strands intertwining with the wind, making his piercing gaze all the more striking. Cen Dao stared at the face that always seemed to wear the word "aloofness" on its sleeve, and gave a self-deprecating laugh. The boy's once clear, dark eyes had been tainted by chaos. Upon closer inspection, almost no bright light could be seen. This was the look of someone who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, so murky that his soul was invisible, only a faint deathly aura remained, like a puppet on strings.

"Elder Tianxue, it's been a long time," he said meaningfully, his deep eyes meeting Ya Feiyu's without hesitation. He curled his lips into a cold smile and said, "Or perhaps I should call you—Tianxue Shura?"

"Heavenly Snow Asura," was a nickname given to him by the people in his previous life. Ya Feiyu's pupils contracted slightly, as if he suddenly understood something, and Ye Chi also looked over in surprise. Cen Daoshen saw the latter's reaction, narrowed his dark eyes, and suddenly burst into laughter, which echoed in the forest like the mockery of a vengeful ghost.

"Hahahaha, good, good, so that's how it is, so that's how it is!!!" The hoarse voice was almost shrill, grating and unpleasant, startling a flock of birds, their cries echoing in his heart. He clapped his hands and laughed, as if he had really seen something particularly interesting. When he had laughed enough, his smile suddenly vanished, his voice lowered, becoming filled with hatred, and a bright, murderous aura appeared in his scarlet eyes. The surrounding demonic energy surged violently, as if following its master's will, swirling around Ya Feiyu. He gritted his teeth and said, "You really are a lucky villain, Ya Feiyu. Why is it that you get all the good things?"

Her once clear and gentle eyes were now shrouded in hostility: "You're clearly just a despicable thief, what right do you have...?"

“I hate you so much, Ya Feiyu.”

A sudden chill ran through Ya Feiyu's heart. His thin lips tightened, and he remained silent. Cen Dao's words were absolutely true; every single one struck at the most vulnerable and vulnerable spot in Ya Feiyu's heart. Cen Dao wasn't wrong; he was indeed a despicable thief, stealing someone else's life. Because of his past life's experiences, he was barely surviving in this one. Cen Dao had memories of his past life, so hating him was perfectly understandable. Ya Feiyu knew he had no defense. A thousand words abruptly turned into a pool of water in his throat, flowing downwards, back into his stomach, and sealed away.

He was originally a monster who could only crawl in the shadows, but Ye Chi brought him light, allowing him to stand in the sunlight again.

Suddenly, he laughed, a very faint laugh escaping from his lips, drawing an even more resentful gaze from Cen Dao. He was completely unconcerned by Cen Dao's sinister gaze; the smile on his icy face was genuine. He rarely laughed, and with his brows and eyes relaxed, he looked more like a deity. A gust of wind carrying demonic energy swept by, lifting his flowing black hair, perfectly showcasing his untamed nature.

"Since that's the case, why not try killing me?" He provocatively asked, his silver eyes revealing utter disdain and arrogance. He was utterly despicable, yet also utterly arrogant. In his past life, Cen Dao had given him a sword, and in this life, he would have no pity whatsoever for Cen Dao who still remembered him. What did it matter if this sword was for the sake of the common people? He, Ya Feiyu, was just such a petty and calculating person!

"Is it impossible? I suppose so, after all, you have nothing in this life."

Ya Feiyu spoke casually, his words filled with disdain for Cen Dao.

This attitude repeatedly teetered on Cen Dao's already precarious rationality, striking at his most vulnerable spot time and again. His eyes widened, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair, knowing there was no chance of survival, and thus baring its claws at the instigator, determined to leave at least a few hideous scars even in death. Suddenly, demonic energy surged forth, centered on Ya Feiyu, who deftly dodged it, intentionally or unintentionally moving away from Ye Chi's direction.

Ye Chi finally snapped out of his daze, realizing the immense amount of information revealed in their conversation. He stared blankly in the direction where Ya Feiyu was, unsure whether he should intervene to help.

Is Ya Feiyu... a reborn person?

In other words, from the moment he entered this book, what he faced was always the ruthless Tianxue Shura from his previous life, instead of the purest soul before he turned evil?

He suddenly felt a strong sense of being deceived, but soon, a strange sense of satisfaction welled up from the bottom of his heart and replaced this feeling.

—He saved a homeless soul from a previous life; isn't that something to be even more proud of?

As for why Ya Feiyu never told him that he was a reincarnated person, Ye Chi didn't care at all. Perhaps Ya Feiyu himself found it difficult to talk about, especially since he had never explicitly told Ya Feiyu the secret that he was a transmigrator.

This is no time to dwell on such things. Ye Chi quickly regained his composure after a brief moment's thought, cleaving through the demonic energy that tried to block his path with a single sword strike, and rushed towards Ya Feiyu's direction. Seeing Ye Chi's actions, Cen Dao wanted to grind his teeth to dust, his eyes almost bloodshot. Ya Feiyu, what makes you so special that you can be redeemed and followed again and again, while what about him?! Does he deserve to have his spiritual power corrupted by demonic energy in the mass grave? Does he deserve to slumber alongside corpses?!

Ya Feiyu, you clearly don't deserve so much!

Seeing the two of them so inseparable, an extremely wicked thought suddenly welled up in Cen Dao's heart, quickly spreading like thorny vines. He smirked maliciously, his face already twisted into a hideous mask by his evil intentions. With a flick of his finger, the demonic energy that had been chasing Ya Feiyu suddenly stopped, then immediately changed direction, attacking Ye Chi behind him, completely blocking his escape routes and leaving him no room to run.

Upon seeing this, Ya Feiyu was momentarily stunned. After regaining her senses, she quickly stopped and looked back. Ye Chi was completely enveloped in the center by an overwhelming amount of demonic energy. He couldn't move, nor could he stay still. His vision was blocked, and he couldn't see Ya Feiyu's situation outside. It was as if he had been abandoned by the outside world in an instant. Even Ye Chi found it difficult to resist this sense of powerlessness.

Ya Feiyu's gaze was cold as he glanced at Cen Dao, who arrogantly raised his chin, his eyes filled with provocation, like an absolute victor about to win looking down on a loser who could only crawl on his knees. He displayed all the pride in his bones. He spoke with a smile, deliberately slowing down his pace, like a lover's ambiguous whisper, and slowly said, "I'd like to see if the dignified Heavenly Snow Immortal Venerable, the number one person in the world, can rescue his lover from danger."

"Or are you going to choose to abandon him and save the so-called common people?" He spread his hands, smiling rather wickedly. "Whichever choice you make... Ya Feiyu, don't you think you look rather ridiculous?"

Ya Feiyu ignored his slander and turned to save Ye Chi without hesitation. He charged alone into the layers of demonic energy. Although he was not afraid of the demonic energy, Cen Dao's obstruction still made it difficult for him to reach Ye Chi, who was in the center. As a cultivator, Ye Chi must be in great pain right now, and Ya Feiyu dared not be negligent at this moment.

Cen Dao wasn't surprised by his choice. In both his past and present lives, in his mind, Ya Feiyu had always been a hypocrite, a sanctimonious man who, on the surface, spoke of the well-being of all people, but in the end, he always went against his own choices. He was already tired of this kind of drama. His dark eyes narrowed playfully as he slowly summoned a wisp of demonic energy, his gaze fixed on Ya Feiyu. The demonic energy condensed and swirled at his fingertips, which he casually toyed with.

“Go,” he said softly, a smile playing on his lips. As if understanding his words, the demonic energy flew from his fingertips, merging with the rest of the demonic energy. Cen Dao waited patiently, counting down in his mind.

Five, four, three...

The demonic energy suddenly thinned out. Although it wasn't completely unobstructed, at least he could see. Ya Feiyu waved away the obstructing gas in front of him and searched for Ye Chi's aura in the wind. It was getting closer and closer; that warm spiritual energy seemed to be getting closer and closer to him.

two……

He keenly detected a fleeting stream of spiritual energy within the demonic aura. Ya Feiyu looked sharply in that direction; it was very close. He took a few steps forward and tentatively reached out his hand. Sure enough, he grabbed one hand tightly from within the demonic aura. Not knowing if the other could hear him, he shouted, "Ye Chi!"

The hand clearly reacted, grabbing his wrist in a swift motion, and a muffled voice came from the other end of the demonic energy: "Master..."

Judging from the sound, Ye Chi was in bad shape. Ya Feiyu was anxious and, with a sudden effort, finally pulled Ye Chi out from the other side of the demonic energy. The latter was pale and leaned weakly against Ya Feiyu.

one……

Suddenly, the demonic energy around him dissipated, and Ya Feiyu looked around alertly. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

"Hmm..."