Chapter Seven: The Human World Through His Eyes

It’s over!

Ye Chi had hoped he could try to communicate with Ya Feiyu, but given the current situation, Ya Feiyu probably wouldn't listen to a single word, let alone communicate. He immediately said, "Run out!"

Cen Dao had already run far away when he saw Ya Feiyu. Now, he was holding Xu Miaomiao with one hand and Shen Rong with the other, exuding the masculine charm unique to a harem male protagonist. "Brother Ye! Come quickly!"

The three cannon fodder were slow-moving and were now too frightened to move by the sword energy. Ye Chi didn't hesitate at all and used his spiritual power to run away.

The crack wasn't big, just enough for one person to squeeze through.

In the blink of an eye, heaven and earth seemed to have turned upside down.

The spatial rift vanished instantly.

When Ye Chi regained consciousness, he was already standing on the main street of the deserted city. There was no inexplicable thick fog, nor was there the unchanging moonlight. He looked around and saw that everyone who should be there was there. Before he could even feel relieved, he caught a glimpse of a cold light slashing towards him without any mercy.

Ye Chi quickly crouched down, and a cold light flew right over his head, shattering the dilapidated house behind him.

Ya Feiyu tore through the void with his sword, actually creating another spacetime rift. Seeing the sticky blood on his sword, Ye Chi realized with a sense of despair that the villain had truly turned evil this time.

After emerging from the illusion, they were scattered, and Ya Feiyu just happened to stand right in front of him.

Knowing they were no match for Ya Feiyu, who was at the Tribulation Transcending stage, Cen Dao and the others, though reluctant, silently retreated, only able to try and find an opportunity to rescue Ye Chi. Ye Chi himself was in a state of panic—who knew he was about to be killed and wasn't worried at all?!

He placed one hand behind his back, quietly gathering his spiritual energy. He wasn't strong enough to defeat a villain who had fallen into demonic possession, but if it was the spiritual energy that Ya Feiyu had left behind, perhaps he still had a chance to fight...

As if sensing something, Ya Feiyu moved, swinging his sword hilt, causing the blood on it to splatter onto the ground, staining it mottled.

"Ye...Chi..."

Ye Chi was horrified.

Given that things have come to this point, the fact that Ya Feiyu can still remember his name suggests that there is still room for maneuver in the current situation.

Ye Chi decided to save him if he could, partly because he had a soft spot for the tragic character of Ya Feiyu, and most importantly, because once the villain went mad, he wouldn't be able to live peacefully in the world of the book.

He slowly took a few steps closer until he could clearly feel the intense demonic energy emanating from him.

"Master, it's me. Do you remember me?"

He spoke in a low voice, his tone somewhere between a boy and a young man, carrying a unique naivety and a hint of timidity. He looked up and his clear black and white eyes met Ya Feiyu's cloudy eyes.

Ya Feiyu could clearly see that his current appearance was reflected in those eyes.

This person is almost insane, completely devoid of reason...

It was him.

A moment of clarity flashed in Ya Feiyu's eyes, and his hand gripping the sword hilt suddenly tightened. Ye Chi glanced at him without showing any emotion, feeling a deep sorrow in his heart.

With that much strength, it feels like I could break his bones with one hand.

If this sword weren't a natal divine sword, bound to its master for life, it would have been destroyed by Ya Feiyu long ago if it were an ordinary spirit sword.

Suddenly, the demonic energy intensified. Ya Feiyu grabbed Ye Chi by the neck and slammed him against the wall behind him. A person without reason naturally doesn't know the gravity of their actions, and Ye Chi was slammed against the wall, almost coughing up blood from the shock.

“You…” He stared intently at Ye Chi, his brows furrowed deeply, his eyes filled with madness. Two completely different emotions appeared on his face at the same time, creating a strong sense of disconnect.

Was he struggling with his inner demons? Ye Chi wondered.

Perhaps this is the best chance to awaken Ya Feiyu.

He grabbed Ya Feiyu's wrists with both hands, secretly channeling his spiritual power. Ice-type spiritual energy surged into his limbs, and Ya Feiyu's grip loosened slightly.

"Master, look at me again, see who I am?" Ye Chi said softly.

Upon hearing this, Ya Feiyu's long eyelashes trembled violently. She looked up and met the gaze of that handsome face.

It resembles sunlight, but its spiritual energy is cool.

It's very comfortable.

"You are, Ye Chi..." As if the demonic energy had been forced back, Ya Feiyu's voice gradually lowered. He let go of Ye Chi's hand, allowing him to land steadily. He stepped forward and fearlessly hugged Ya Feiyu.

If Ye Chi were to be controlled by his inner demons again at this moment, he would almost certainly die in his current state. But for some reason, he insisted on holding him so tightly, as if trying to meld him into his own body.

Such deep attachment.

The boy's body temperature and the slightly cool spiritual energy simultaneously stimulated his mind. Ya Feiyu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the overflowing demonic energy finally subsided.

His expression clearly showed exhaustion. With a loosening of his grip, the divine sword, following its master's will, turned into golden light and vanished.

Ya Feiyu leaned weakly against him. He was a head taller than the boy. He slid down to his knees, and the boy knelt down with him. The warm embrace did not loosen. The spiritual energy was clearly cold, but Ya Feiyu felt a gentle warmth flowing through his heart.

He lowered his eyelashes, and his silvery eyes regained their usual clarity.

"You are Ye Chi."

His thin lips parted and closed, his voice extremely soft.

Ye Chi paused slightly, and when he looked down, Ya Feiyu had already closed her eyes and fainted.

it's over.

Ye Chi held him blankly, even though he had fainted and was unconscious, she still held him in her arms.

He had barely been able to think clearly; every action he took was subconscious. It wasn't until Ya Feiyu fell into a deep sleep in his arms that he belatedly felt a sense of dread.

If Ya Feiyu hadn't regained his senses and had attacked while he was holding him...

Or, what if Ya Feiyu had strangled him to death instead of letting go...

Even earlier, if Ya Feiyu hadn't recognized him, he would probably be just like the ghost on his sword, a stepping stone for Ya Feiyu on his path to becoming a major villain.

...Damn it, thinking about it carefully, if it were Ya Feiyu from the original story, he would probably be dead at least ten times over by now.

This is the first idea.

My second thought was, "Why is Ya Feiyu so thin and cold?"

She looks healthy on the outside, but that's all because of the oversized clothes. You can tell by touching her that her figure is definitely not healthy. It's like looking at a chubby long-haired cat, but once it gets wet, its true form is revealed, turning into a thin and shriveled cat stick.

His wrists felt hard to the touch, all bone, yet when held in an arm, they were so light they seemed to vanish in a gust of wind. Usually, people viewed him through the lens of a revered master and a villain; no one would have imagined that such a celestial being could be so "human."

I don’t know if it’s because of her innate ice spirit root, but Ya Feiyu’s body temperature is particularly low. She feels cool to the touch, and her hands are even cold.

With her eyes closed... she looked so fragile and helpless.

If Ye Chi didn't know who he was, he thought everyone would feel pity for such a person.

But why is it that, in both the original book and the stories Ye Chi experienced, no one ever regarded Ya Feiyu as a real "person"?

It's as if he was born a celestial being, naturally superior to them.

While it may feel great to be second only to the emperor, how many people can truly understand the loneliness that comes with it?

Strange. Ye Chi placed his hand on his chest, feeling the heartbeat beneath his palm.

He has always seemed to be a person with a rather poor ability to empathize, so why would he... feel such pity for Ya Feiyu, who almost killed him?

Yes, why is that?

The restless atmosphere gradually subsided, and Cen Dao's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed slightly. He took a few steps forward, jogged to where the two were, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were both safe and sound: "You're both alright...you scared me to death."

Ye Chi's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness. He pulled Ya Feiyu into his arms. Although Ya Feiyu was very light, he was still quite a bit taller than Ye Chi, so it was still a bit difficult to lift him. He let Ya Feiyu lean on his shoulder and put one arm around his waist: "Ah, yes, I almost thought I was going to die here..."

The remaining people rushed over. Xu Miaomiao wanted to say something, but when she saw the unconscious Ya Feiyu, she forgot everything she wanted to say. She took out a brocade pouch from her bosom and dug out a brown pill. "Let Elder Tianxue take it."

There was no need to refuse at this time, so Ye Chi thanked him sincerely and carefully fed the pill to Ya Feiyu. Surprisingly, the unconscious man was harmless; he opened his lips and swallowed the pill. After a short while, his pale complexion improved slightly, and the person in his arms seemed to move slightly. Ye Chi realized he was about to wake up, so he placed him against the wall.

With a tremor of her slender fingertips, Ya Feiyu opened her eyes.

After swallowing the pill, it transformed into warm spiritual energy that flowed through his body, repairing his damaged spiritual veins, and he soon woke up.

At first I was a little dazed, and almost thought that it was a hundred years later.

In his frenzied state, he became unaware of the passage of time. All his senses were shut down, leaving only an intense perception of blood and slaughter. He only knew that during that time he was truly like a beast that had lost its mind, even losing the ability to think. Therefore, when he finally managed to come to his senses, a long time would often pass—perhaps months, years, or even decades.

He lived in a daze, surrounded by the smell of blood, unable to die even if he wanted to.

So much so that when he wasn't fully awake, his first thought was: What year in the Celestial Calendar is it now? How long has it been since he last regained consciousness?

He was terrified, afraid that when he opened his eyes, he would see corpses covering the mountains and fields.

As their vision gradually cleared, they saw the dawn breaking through the sky, saw the worried faces of their disciples, and then they saw... Ye Chi's face and gentle eyes so close to theirs.

He then suddenly realized that he was still alive.

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