Chapter Ninety-One: The Master's Past Life's Writings

“This… Immortal Lord, although I’m not questioning you, but…” A-Ying’s brows furrowed, a hint of genuine worry showing in her dark eyes. She looked at Ya Feiyu’s eyes, which were covered by a white silk ribbon, with concern. “It must be inconvenient for you to be like this. I understand that you want to help another Immortal Lord solve his problems, but please, please don’t force yourself…”

Although some cultivators can use their divine sense to see the scene before them even without their eyes, the person in front of them is, in their perception, a blind person who cannot see. Even if they can see the scene before them with their divine sense, who says they can't worry about it?

Upon hearing this, Ya Feiyu didn't rush to defend himself. Instead, he smiled and gently ruffled the girl's slightly messy hair. She had probably just woken up, and the playful strands of hair were sticking up, which Ya Feiyu gently smoothed down. Aying suddenly felt a warmth in her heart. She stared blankly at the person in front of her. He was backlit, his face blurred in the shadows. In a daze, Aying seemed to see her long-deceased mother through him. Her eyes suddenly reddened, and a strong soreness rose in her nose. She almost choked up. Her mother was one of the few warm memories she had in recent years, and the softest part of her heart.

In her daze, she unintentionally uttered, "Mother..."

The sound was naturally very soft, but no sound could escape Ya Feiyu's ears. His heart softened suddenly, but he pretended not to have heard it. He put his hand down and answered her previous question: "I didn't choose to help because I was worried about causing him trouble. I can't stay idle by myself. It's okay, I can use my divine sense to see part of the road."

Aying finally came to her senses and bitterly rebuked herself for mistaking someone for her deceased mother. "Since the Immortal Lord has made this decision, I can't go against his wishes. But the Immortal Lord is probably still not very convenient. I'll go and ask them to assign the Immortal Lord a relatively simple task."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you."

The crow, without speaking, softly expressed its gratitude.

Aying turned and left without looking back, thus missing the moment when Yafeiyu's smile faded. He stood outside the tent, sunlight slanting in from one side, the other half shrouded in deep shadow, dividing him into two halves of light and darkness. He watched Aying's departing figure, pursed his lips for a long while, then turned away, his entire body disappearing into the shadows.

The task assigned to Ya Feiyu was not the "relatively simple task" that A Ying had described, but rather serving an elder for a day.

When Aying told Yafeiyu the news, her face was full of apology. She carefully observed Yafeiyu's expression and said cautiously, "I have tried my best to advocate for the Immortal Lord, but it seems they haven't listened..."

Ya Feiyu was only stunned for a moment before regaining his composure and putting on his gentle smile again. He slowly shook his head and said, "It's alright. It would be inappropriate to trouble others for my personal reasons. I will go."

Aying frowned slightly, still feeling apologetic. She carefully gave Yafeiyu a few more instructions before leaving, unaware that Yafeiyu was only happy inside.

The plan was progressing so smoothly that he almost wondered if Heaven had finally decided to stand on his side.

Serving by the elders' side... is the easiest way to obtain crucial information.

A gleaming calculation flashed across his clear, silver eyes.

...

As soon as Fang Yi stepped inside, he could hear intermittent noises, but the moment Ya Feiyu's light footsteps sounded, all the noise ceased. Only a voice could be heard from somewhere nearby: "Why did they have to come at this time..."

The speaker was mostly talking to himself, and his words were mumbled, but Ya Feiyu heard them clearly. He pursed his thin lips, pretending not to hear, lowered his head, and said softly, "Excuse me, is this... Elder Yun's residence?"

"Um," the man cleared his throat, feigning seriousness, "you're here to help out today, right?"

Ya Feiyu nodded slightly, when suddenly he felt a rustling sound beside him, causing his muscles to tense. A somewhat withered hand landed on his shoulder, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, it seemed to gently knead it. This sensation made Ya Feiyu feel somewhat uneasy, and he almost released his oppressive aura to drive the person away. If he weren't currently pretending to be an innocent mortal, this rude person who dared to lay a hand on him would have already been torn to pieces.

"Hmm... a bit thin, but passable." The man muttered, and Ya Feiyu realized that this "Elder Yun" seemed to be the important figure in that small town. Recalling the man's furtive behavior earlier, a sense of foreboding welled up inside Ya Feiyu. He pursed his lips and said, "I've been frail and sickly since childhood, and haven't had much training..."

"Hahaha, it's alright, it's alright." Elder Yun just laughed twice with an ambiguous meaning. From an angle that Ya Feiyu couldn't see, his dark eyes seemed to be surging with a deep light, like a bottomless abyss.

He turned around, and his withered hand naturally grasped Ya Feiyu's thin wrist, kneading it twice with an unclear intention in his palm. Only when Ya Feiyu gently struggled did he stop his actions as if waking from a dream, but he never let go of her hand. "Come with me."

Ya Feiyu paused slightly before taking a step to follow.

"Elder Yun, may I ask what my job is?" Ya Feiyu asked softly. "I am blind, and it is difficult for me to see..."

"It's alright, just stay by my side." Before Ya Feiyu could finish speaking, he suspiciously interrupted him, his tone somewhat hurried. Ya Feiyu became wary, but pretended to remain gentle: "Thank you for your trouble, Elder Yun. You are so considerate."

The two walked into a room, where a faint scent of books wafted through the air. Elder Yun pulled Ya Feiyu to a table and sat down, his hand casually encircling her slender waist. The touch wasn't exactly innocent, yet he pretended to be completely virtuous, as if he had no inappropriate thoughts about Ya Feiyu. "You need to come closer. It's inconvenient for me to do things if you're too far away," he said.

Ya Feiyu frowned slightly: "May I ask Elder Yun... what matter requires the two of us to be so close?"

He handed a piece of ink to Ya Feiyu, as if trying to cover something up, "Just grind the ink properly, it's inconvenient for me to get the ink if you stand too far away."

Ya Feiyu didn't say anything, just nodded slightly and sat quietly to the side.

He pondered to himself, wondering when the elder would reveal a weakness. Just as this thought crossed his mind, a series of hurried footsteps and knocking sounded at the door. Elder Yun's voice was filled with barely concealed irritation: "What is it? Didn't I tell you not to come looking for me unless it's absolutely necessary?"

The person outside seemed to be worried about something and said, "Elder, Elder, something terrible has happened, please come out first..."

Elder Yun, annoyed, told Ya Feiyu to stay put and not wander off before getting up and leaving the room. Hearing the footsteps fading away outside, Ya Feiyu paused thoughtfully, pulled down a bit of the white silk, and looked out the window.

...The person seems to have already gone far away.

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly lost in thought.

This was a relatively secluded room, filled with bookshelves, each stacked high with books. However, it didn't seem like a library open to the public. Ya Feiyu took a quick look around but didn't see any other disciples borrowing books. Considering the seclusion of this place, it was more likely Elder Yun's personal study than a library.

A person's collection of books is enough to prove their tastes, Ya Feiyu thought to herself, and quickly scanned the collection of books here - although the quantity was particularly huge, the themes were all the same. Whether it was ancient classics or new books in recent years, they all revolved around demonic energy, demonic magic or demonic cultivation.

Having such a deep understanding of demonic cultivation is not uncommon among the many "orthodox sects" in the cultivation world, but having such a large collection of books specifically for demonic cultivation is relatively rare.

Ya Feiyu's gaze swept lightly over the books on the shelf, but then suddenly stopped.

He frantically searched for the book that had so deeply unsettled him—its cover was tattered, indicating it was either quite old or had survived the ravages of war; some pages were even charred. The book contained accounts of everything about the demon race, from their origins and every demon lord in the demon realm to every great cultivator in history who might have practiced demonic arts, and even some forbidden techniques—covering almost every aspect, yet each part was explained in meticulous detail. The wording and handwriting were also incredibly familiar to Ya Feiyu—

Because this book was written by him in his previous life.

Back then, his consciousness was clouded and he was delirious, yet he still had the strength to record these things, all to warn future generations. He thought the book would vanish with his death, or be kept by the major sects for various reasons, becoming an unspeakable taboo book. Even with his divine foresight, he never expected that the book would come to this life with his rebirth.

He wrote down all his knowledge of the demon race in this book back then. At the time, he didn't think much of it, but now he sees it as a possibility that such a detailed record might give those with ulterior motives an opportunity to take advantage of him. And judging from the location of this book, the situation that Ya Feiyu was most worried about is not impossible.

He still remembered that the disciple with murky spiritual energy and a violent temper from yesterday was very likely the victim of this book...

Hearing footsteps outside the door, Ya Feiyu looked up alertly, hid the book in her sleeve, and hurriedly returned to her seat, still obediently grinding ink as she had before Elder Yun left.