Chapter 83 Master, I want a kiss QAQ

With a soft chuckle, Tantai Wushuang activated the recording stone. The guards stationed by the gate simultaneously closed the heavy door, blocking out the sunlight and making the image displayed on the recording stone even more vivid. As if that wasn't enough, Tantai Wushuang poured more spiritual power into the recording stone, and the image flickered twice, becoming even clearer.

The very first thing you see in the picture is a rather strange-looking door.

It has intricate patterns, but they look unlike any other patterns available today. They vaguely resemble some kind of barrier, but no one can quite put their finger on what kind of barrier it is.

It was quiet outside the gate, and everyone was watching intently.

Less than half a minute later, there was movement on the screen. There was a rustling sound from the surrounding bushes, and then a snow-white figure appeared on the screen.

—It is not a crow's language.

With his back to the photo-recording stone, Ya Feiyu's face wasn't captured, so no one could see his expression. At first, Ya Feiyu seemed to be studying the patterns on the door, but after a while, he seemed to suddenly understand the key to it, slowly took two steps back, and waved to the side.

What was he waving at? The same question arose in everyone's mind, but soon their doubts were answered.

A faint black mist was faintly visible in the scene.

"This is demonic energy?!" someone exclaimed in disbelief.

The fog thickened, slowly becoming so viscous it seemed impossible to dissolve. Demonic energy lingered around him. Suddenly, an extremely dense cloud of demonic energy drifted over. Ya Feiyu turned his head to look; most of his face was obscured by the demonic energy, only his perfectly sculpted chin and slightly upturned lips were visible. The demonic energy seemed to contain something; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be severed limbs!

"this……"

"Immortal Venerable Tianxue is actually this kind of person?"

"Could these corpses all be—"

Ya Feiyu's thin lips parted slightly, and his clear voice flowed through the recording stone into the council hall.

"This blood should be enough."

The next instant, demonic energy surged violently. The energy, carrying numerous severed limbs, rippled a few times before squeezing out thick, black blood that dripped onto the ground. The patterns on the door flashed briefly, then opened automatically, leaving a gap large enough for one person to pass through. Ya Feiyu stepped inside with satisfaction, the demonic energy following closely behind him.

The photo stone records only up to this point.

"Sect Leader Ji, after seeing all this, is there anything else you would like to say?"

Tantai Wushuang asked slowly and deliberately, her superior features filled with a playful tone.

"The elder I've been protecting all along is actually a ruthless killer."

"Sect Leader Ji, how are you feeling?"

Throughout, Ji Pengde maintained a somber expression, sitting motionless on the high platform like a stone statue. The council hall was quiet; everyone was watching them. Ji Pengde pressed his lips into a thin line, gripping the armrests of his chair so tightly they seemed to crack. After a long while, he suddenly exhaled, a breath seemingly containing a multitude of unspeakable emotions, a thousand words converging, ultimately uttering only one sentence.

"Pass down the order to issue a warrant for the arrest of Ya Feiyu. Until I get the details of what happened from him, he is still a member of my Qinglian Immortal Sect."

Despite the various gazes, both overt and covert, Ji Pengde still chose to trust his old friend of many years. Based on his understanding of Ya Feiyu, he believed that Ya Feiyu would not have fallen into the demonic path inexplicably; there must be some reason behind it. Even if Ya Feiyu was truly as wicked as depicted in the memory stone, he would absolutely not tolerate such evil growing before his eyes.

But... there's still a lingering sense of resentment.

His gaze was fixed intently on the photo-recording stone.

Tantai Wushuang noticed his gaze, and slowly put away the recording stone. He pursed his lips, but instead revealed a smile that was hard to tell whether it was innocent or wicked.

"The recording stone doesn't lie, Sect Master Ji."

"I hope you will not choose to protect this... Peak Master again."

——

"Auntie, give me two pounds of chicken!"

"Hey, young man, it's you again?"

In a remote village far away, bathed in sunlight, the atmosphere seemed to exude a vibrant energy compared to the solemnity of the council hall. A bustling crowd passed by, and a young man in black robes and a straw hat smiled warmly, carrying a heavy bag filled with groceries. He adjusted his hat slightly, revealing bright eyes, and smiled, saying, "Auntie's meat is so fresh. My wife hasn't been feeling well lately, so I bought a lot to make her some chicken soup."

"Oh dear, so you're cooking for your wife at home. What a good man!" The auntie selling chicken teased him with a smile. "If you don't have a wife yet, I'll have to introduce you to a few."

Taking the chicken, the young man smiled and replied, "Thank you for your kindness, Auntie, but I love my wife very much, and she loves me very much too."

"Haha, a harmonious family, that's great, that's great."

Carrying the bag, the young man walked through the crowd and headed into the mountains and forests.

Far from the bustling market, the place was much quieter. It had rained that morning, and the already fresh air was now even more damp. The young man walked briskly to a secluded wooden cabin in the woods and gently knocked on the door.

"Master, I'm back."

"You're back?" After a short while, the wooden door was slowly opened, and Ya Feiyu looked up at Ye Chi, reaching out to remove the straw hat that was getting in his way. "Come in."

Ye Chi chuckled and placed the bag on the wooden table. Ya Feiyu examined it thoroughly, then looked up at him, somewhat puzzled: "Why did you buy so many groceries today?"

Mentioning this, Ye Chi's face immediately fell. Like a clingy big dog, he wrapped his arms around Ya Feiyu's slender waist from behind and easily pulled the person into his arms. He pressed against Ya Feiyu's neck and said sullenly, "Master doesn't know yet? Recently, some cultivators have come to the mortal realm looking for someone, and they've made quite a show of it."

Ya Feiyu was clearly used to his sudden attacks, and when she felt it was too crowded, she just nudged him: "So what? What does it have to do with you suddenly buying so many vegetables when people come to the mortal realm to find someone?"

“They’ve come looking for us.” Annoyed by his pushing, Ye Chi turned his head, gritted his teeth against his neck, and mumbled, “I was thinking that it might be safer for me to go out less these days.”

Ya Feiyu said thoughtfully, "Indeed, you've already attracted enough attention by going out wearing a straw hat."

Ye Chi relaxed slightly, pursed his lips, and said, "Master, don't you care at all?"

Ya Feiyu glanced at him sideways, "What do you care about? Do you care that they came looking for me?"

Ye Chi buried her face in the crook of his neck, "Does Master know what they're saying about you?"

Upon hearing this, Ya Feiyu raised an eyebrow. He knew he was wanted by the entire cultivation world—Ji Pengde had told him this via telepathy, so he had been hiding in his house recently. He had lived for so long and had often appeared in public before; even if mortals might not recognize him, that possibility couldn't be ruled out. During this time, he had been sending Ye Chi out to buy things.

Therefore, he genuinely had no idea how his reputation was spreading outside.

However, he didn't really care.

Those old fogies in the cultivation world, they always act superior to one another, but when it comes to certain matters, they're often more gossipy than mortals, and they insist on pretending to be "doing good for the people." Ya Feiyu had long been disgusted by them and had never participated in their discussions. However, he never imagined that one day he would become the object of gossip behind people's backs; truly, a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs.

He patted Ye Chi's head. "What's wrong? Does it sound awful?"

Ye Chi pouted and rubbed his palm against Ya Feiyu's. The mere mention of this matter ignited a relentless fire of anger within him, one that was impossible to suppress.

In their mouths, Ya Feiyu became a sinner for all time.

The bright moon, which they used to admire, now seems to have suddenly become shrouded in dust, forcibly dragged down from the sky and thrown into the mud. Everyone who passes by can spit on it, and anyone can step on it, making the bright moonlight even lower, as if this would show their own nobility.

Seeing Ya Feiyu's indifferent attitude, Ye Chi felt even more frustrated.

Ya Feiyu was never one to care about what others thought. Whether from the descriptions in the book or from his daily interactions with Ye Chi, he could tell that Ya Feiyu was an independent person. His clean clothes were never stained by anyone else's touch; those stains only made him appear cleaner and clearer.

But Ye Chi simply couldn't stand it.

He couldn't accept the denigration and slander against Ya Feiyu from the outside world. This was his treasure, the person he wanted to protect. Ya Feiyu was clearly not as vulgar and hateful as they said. However, he didn't even have the right to speak up for Ya Feiyu. He could only hold his own moon in the darkest corner and repeatedly vindicate him in his heart.

His heart ached, and his eyes reddened. He nuzzled against Ya Feiyu's fragrant neck and asked, "Master, would you like to hear it?"

Ya Feiyu looked at him with his eyelashes lowered. Suddenly, he turned around and faced Ye Chi. He cupped Ye Chi's face in his hands, his fingertips gently stroking the young man's face. His silver eyes were fixed intently on those dark eyes. His voice was very soft, "Not really."

“Don’t pay too much attention to what they say. Let them say whatever they want.” Ya Feiyu’s thumb gently brushed against the corner of his eye. “Anyway, I don’t care. As long as there are people by my side in this world, I will never feel lonely.”

Ye Chi's heart stirred slightly, and she unconsciously moved closer to him. The distance between them became shorter and shorter, and their noses seemed to touch. Their hot breaths mingled, and their eyes gradually became hazy.

The next second, he was ruthlessly pushed away by Ya Feiyu.

"Stop being so affectionate and hurry up and cook."

Ye Chi was stunned, then said in a pitiful voice, "Master..."

Ya Feiyu calmly sat down in a wicker chair, picked up a book from the bookshelf, and slowly began to read it, clearly ignoring him intentionally.

Ye Chi: "..." Fine, Ya Feiyu, you're ruthless enough. Just you wait.