Chapter 131 Feng Jin, I Don't Dislike You
Under Mingye's venomous gaze, Fengjin slowly squatted down, reached out, and pinched Mingye's chin.
"Tell me, where is Yun Jingyan hiding?"
Mingye's body stiffened abruptly. He gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain from the Soul-Locking Chains that eroded his soul. He was like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water, refusing to utter a sound even if he were beaten to death.
Looking at Mingye's appearance, Fengjin tightened his grip on Mingye's chin, almost crushing his jawbone.
"Heh," a mocking laugh escaped Feng Jin's throat, "You think playing dead will work?"
He slowly stood up, loosened his fingers, and lightly brushed away non-existent dust from his imperial robes as if they were dirty.
Feng Jin walked up to Yang Yun, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger:
"What Mingye desires is nothing more than my position as emperor."
He paused, then said, "And what about you, Yang Yun? As the Northern Ghost Emperor, with a revered position, why have you willingly fallen so low as to associate with this monstrous creature born of turbid energy?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Yun laboriously turned his stiff neck. His usually stern face showed little fear of death, but rather an expression of resentment and grievance.
He struggled to lift his eyes to look at Feng Jin, his voice hoarse, filled with resentment suppressed for countless years:
"Your Majesty, you ask me why?"
He twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to laugh, but it looked worse than crying.
"You rule the netherworld, but when have you ever truly regarded me, the Northern Ghost Emperor, as your ruler?"
Yang Yun's gaze suddenly shifted to Shen Tu, who stood to the side with his hands on his hips, looking on with amusement. The resentment in his eyes was almost tangible.
"All you know about is the Ghost Emperor Shen Tu! You entrust him with every single matter, big or small, in Fengdu. He guards the Gates of Hell, he manages the Hall of Reincarnation, and even when you occasionally patrol the Netherworld, you only take him with you!"
Yang Yun's voice trembled with excitement:
"And me? I, Yang Yun, have guarded the Northern Cold Abyss Ghost Realm for thousands of years, eradicating evil spirits and suppressing rebellions. In what way have I done worse than Shen Tu?"
Yang Yun became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if he were about to unleash the grievances and injustices that had been accumulating for thousands of years:
"Since in your eyes, I, Yang Yun, will never be as good as that sycophantic bull!"
He glared fiercely at Shen Tu, "Then why should I cling to this so-called empty title of Northern Ghost Emperor? I might as well surrender to Ming Ye."
"At least he gives me enough attention. I want you to know that I, Yang Yun, am no less capable than Shen Tu! I can do what he can't! I can..."
"Bullshit!"
Shen Tu let out a loud cry, directly interrupting Yang Yun's accusation.
He pointed at Yang Yun, trembling with rage, "Yang Yun, you heartless bastard! You have no ability of your own, yet you blame me for being too outstanding?"
"You're guarding the Northern Cold Abyss? That place is a godforsaken place, where not a ripple can be seen for a thousand years. The Emperor trusts you to guard it! Instead of being grateful, you blame the Emperor for not including you?"
Shen Tu was so angry at Yang Yun's bizarre logic that he almost spat on Yang Yun's face.
Feng Jin: "..."
After hearing Yang Yun's reasons for betraying him, for the first time, an expression that was hard to describe appeared on his handsome face, which had always been as cold as an iceberg.
His expression seemed to say: How could I have such an idiot under my command?
He remained silent for several breaths.
Finally, Feng Jin slowly raised his hand and rubbed his slightly twitching brow.
Shen Tu behind him was still jumping up and down, cursing: "Your Majesty, listen to the nonsense this ingrate is spouting! How can you tolerate this?"
"This must be thrown into the deepest oil cauldron of the eighteenth level of hell and burned as firewood for ten thousand years!"
Although Mingye on the ground was pretending to be dead, his body seemed to twitch slightly because of Yang Yun's brilliant speech.
Feng Jin lowered his hand, his eyes regaining their calm, but the way he looked at Yang Yun had completely changed to looking at a hopeless fool.
He couldn't even be bothered to say another word.
"Shen Tu".
"Your subordinate is here!" Shen Tu immediately straightened his chest.
"Take it away," Feng Jin said succinctly.
"Yes, sir! Make sure it's delivered to the very bottom of the oil pan, and the heat is on full blast!" Shen Tu grinned maliciously, rubbing his hands together as he walked toward Yang Yun.
Then, they swiftly opened a gate to the underworld, and a troop of menacing ghost soldiers from Fengdu filed out.
Under Shen Tu's command, the Yin soldiers dragged Ming Ye and Yang Yun into the Gate of Hell without any mercy, as if they were two tattered sacks.
"Your Majesty, I'll take these two things back to entertain you!" Shen Tu bowed respectfully to Feng Jin, intending to casually ask, "Are you coming back with me, sir?"
But when Shen Tu caught a glimpse of the figure behind Feng Jin out of the corner of his eye, he immediately swallowed his words.
He turned around quickly and plunged headlong into the gates of hell.
Black Wind Pass was instantly plunged into deathly silence.
The thick fog still lingered, but the malevolent aura surrounding the ruined temple had mostly dissipated, leaving only the devastation of the battle.
Feng Jin stood still, his dark imperial robes making his back appear tall and aloof.
He didn't turn around or look at Chen Yuepo, as if he were admiring the misty scenery outside the dilapidated temple.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice devoid of emotion:
"Where are you going? I'll give you a ride."
Shen Yuepo watched his retreating figure, took a few steps forward, and reached out a finger to tug at Feng Jin's wide imperial robe sleeve.
Feng Jin's body stiffened for a moment.
Shen Yuepo raised her head, her gaze meeting his slightly turned face:
“Feng Jin, I don’t despise you.” She paused, then added, “Never.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin slowly turned around.
Her gaze was fixed on Shen Yuepo, her eyes swirling with emotions she couldn't decipher.
He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice a few decibels lower than before, pressing on with a hint of stubbornness:
"Then why didn't you say so last night?"
He seemed to still be bothered by her silence last night.
Shen Yuepo was both amused and annoyed by his persistent questioning. She slightly raised her chin, meeting his gaze without flinching, and retorted:
Did you give me a chance?
"By the time I came to my senses, you had already vanished from the spot."
She pulled out her phone, which still showed "No Service," waved it in front of him, and tapped the screen with a firm tap of her fingertips.
I wanted to message you, but what happened?
"I wonder which big shot is behind this, causing the entire Black Wind Village to lose power and internet just because they're unhappy. How am I supposed to send this message?"
"Thoughts?"
"..."
The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
A rare hint of embarrassment flashed across Feng Jin's face.
His gaze flickered, avoiding Shen Yuepo's eyes.
Shen Yuepo didn't make things difficult for him. She stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and led him outside. "Let's go. Let's get out of this awful place first."
But Feng Jin grabbed her wrist with his other hand.
She turned around and met his dark golden eyes.
Those usually indifferent eyes were now churning with too many emotions, "Shen Yuepo."
His voice was deep, and his fingertips unconsciously traced the pulse beating on her wrist:
"I like you. And what's your answer?"
Shen Yuepo's breath hitched.
Her heart skipped a beat at his sudden serious gaze, and she subconsciously lowered her head, her thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her face.
She didn't answer immediately, seemingly sorting out her chaotic thoughts.
"I..." she began softly, her voice tinged with confusion, "I don't know."
She raised her head, looked at Feng Jin again, her eyes honest and firm, "I don't know how to give you a definite answer, but..."
She paused, as if searching for the most accurate words:
“…I know very well. Feng Jin, you are different from everyone else.”
Her voice was soft, yet it stirred ripples in Feng Jin's heart, which had been dormant for millennia:
"Because of you, I feel for the first time that my emotions have become so difficult to control."
She readily admitted it, a hint of confusion appearing on her usually cool face:
"I get angry, I feel lost, and I get upset over a single word from you. This feeling is so unfamiliar. I've been practicing Taoism for many years and consider myself to be pure and detached from worldly desires, but you... always make me break my rule."
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