Chapter 105 Master's Dream
Ya Feiyu felt as if he were floating on a soft ball of cotton candy, the air thick with a cloying sweetness. It smelled like something extremely dangerous coated in sugar, but a closer sniff would instantly overwhelm him with its sweetness, making it impossible to concentrate. Eventually, he would forget his original purpose and completely succumb to this paradise. In Ya Feiyu's eyes, the scene before him seemed shrouded in a hazy mist. His eyesight wasn't great to begin with, and now he could barely see the road ahead. Yet, despite his usual alertness, he felt no sense of unease. This place felt like home, giving him a strong sense of belonging.
Along with this comes a strong sense of incongruity.
But he deliberately ignored this feeling with his senses, so that Ya Feiyu still did not realize that something was wrong.
"Immortal Venerable!" A young boy in a Taoist robe ran up and stopped a short distance in front of him. Ya Feiyu recognized him; this was his personal guard from his previous life. Although they addressed each other as master and servant, in Ya Feiyu's previous life, this person was as precious as blood relatives. In this life, because he had taken on a disciple, there wasn't enough space on Tianxue Peak, so the sect leader transferred him to another peak. Upon seeing him, Ya Feiyu was momentarily stunned. In his daze, the boy smiled at him and said, "Immortal Venerable, what are you standing there for? Hurry back! Winters on Tianxue Peak are freezing. Even if you are an immortal, you should take care of your health!"
Tianxue Peak... Why is he at Tianxue Peak...?
A voice seemed to be screaming wildly in his mind, but it was blocked out. Ya Feiyu could only hear the chaotic noise, not the specific content that the voice was urgently trying to tell him. Strangely enough, Ya Feiyu felt as if his memory had suddenly been interrupted. He didn't know why he was here, nor why he was at Tianxue Peak. He felt as if something was missing, yet something had appeared out of nowhere. It was very strange, and this sense of incongruity left him feeling empty, like a gaping hole in his heart.
But... what exactly is wrong...?
"Immortal Venerable?" The child noticed something was wrong, raised his hand, and waved it in front of his eyes twice: "Immortal Venerable, stop daydreaming! Come with me quickly, it's really cold here, you'll catch a cold if you don't leave soon!"
Given the other party's persistence, Ya Feiyu couldn't say anything, only nodding in agreement and following behind him. His body was still walking, but his soul had already flown to some distant place in the heavens, his clear silver eyes slightly unfocused. Strangely enough, he had felt the biting cold wind on the way here, but for a cultivator of his level, adjusting his body's perception of external temperature was fundamental. Even if he couldn't do that, his spiritual energy would spontaneously form a protective shield around him, protecting them and enabling them to achieve an indestructible body.
Therefore, he had not had such a clear external perception for hundreds of years.
He lowered his gaze to his palm, filled with doubt, attempting to condense spiritual energy. What would normally be an easy task for him was now incredibly difficult. He tried for a long time, but not only could he not condense any physical spiritual energy, but even the space for his golden core remained empty. It was as if overnight, he had transformed from a raging torrent into a small puddle, the water stagnating in the pit, unable to create any ripples even with external interference, let alone waves.
Ya Feiyu: "..." How strange!
He tried to concentrate, but the boy interrupted his train of thought at that moment. "Immortal Venerable, the Sect Master has arranged a few talented disciples for you. Isn't he always thinking about having you take on disciples? Why don't you go and take a look?"
Ya Feiyu's train of thought was interrupted, and he felt a surge of restlessness. However, upon hearing the words "accepting disciples," his mind calmed down. He felt that he was acting strangely today, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it; he just felt a strong sense of unease. He pursed his lips, a dark glint in his silver eyes, and suppressed the complex thoughts in his mind, saying, "Disciple? I don't accept disciples."
The boy pouted and muttered, "Anyway, it's just taking on a disciple. It won't trouble the Immortal Venerable or anything. The teaching can be left to the teachers. It's just a matter of having your name on my person. Listen to that, the disciple of 'Immortal Venerable Tianxue'. How prestigious is that!"
Ya Feiyu did not answer, choosing to remain silent. Seeing this, the young boy let out a remarkably mature sigh, speaking in a strange tone, "I know the Immortal Venerable dislikes trouble and social interaction, but taking on a disciple isn't so bad. Just imagine, if you get old and frail, you'll have a disciple to keep you company, won't you..."
"No," Ya Feiyu answered firmly. For some reason, the mention of taking on a disciple made his heart clench. It was truly strange. Perhaps he had been too focused on cultivation lately and might have gone astray. He thought, otherwise why couldn't he even use his spiritual power? There must be too much pent-up energy blocking his way. He would go back and find a healer to take a look; maybe that would fix it.
The little boy became unhappy again, muttering, "I can't accompany the Immortal Venerable for a lifetime..."
Upon hearing this, Ya Feiyu paused slightly and lowered her long eyelashes.
This little boy was a mere mortal, a child the sect leader had picked up by chance when he descended to the mortal realm. Initially, he intended to give him to Shen Qinghe, the peak master of Rumeng Peak, for adoption. However, the tiny child beamed with joy the moment he saw Ya Feiyu. Ji Pengde initially thought it was a coincidence and handed the child to others, but they all cried at the slightest touch. Only Ya Feiyu could win the child's heart. In the end, despite Ya Feiyu's reluctance, the child ended up in his hands, and was then given to the wet nurse to care for.
Their relationship was somewhat like that of a father and son. Thinking this, Ya Feiyu suddenly understood the child's worries. He glanced over helplessly, ruffled the child's soft hair, and said, "Don't think so much. Just do your own thing and don't worry about me."
"Of course I know the Immortal Venerable doesn't need me to worry, but I still can't help it." The child's eyes suddenly reddened. Children are prone to tears, and this person, who had been so cheerful just moments before, suddenly burst into tears, which flustered Ya Feiyu. He was not good at comforting people, and helplessly raised his hand, saying, "Alright, I'm not scolding you, why are you crying..."
Upon hearing this, the child's tears not only didn't stop, but flowed even more uncontrollably: "The Immortal Venerable doesn't understand me at all! Waaaaah, I'm ignoring the Immortal Venerable anymore, I'll never talk to the Immortal Venerable again!"
Having said that, he took small steps and darted away like a cat, leaving Ya Feiyu standing there in a daze. The little boy was always willful, and Ya Feiyu was used to his attitude, so of course he wouldn't indulge him. Let him go; he'd definitely be back for dinner anyway, and besides, there were more important things waiting for him right now…
...Huh?
Ya Feiyu's mind suddenly went blank.
What was that important thing he was waiting for to do... again?
...It's getting stranger and stranger.
Suddenly, an ominous premonition rose in Ya Feiyu's heart. He had always been a person with a fairly accurate sixth sense, and this feeling made him goosebumps. His usually calm heart was stirred by this. He was unwilling to admit that he seemed to be somewhat afraid of the situation in front of him.
Admitting one's own feelings is not an easy thing for a person who cares about face, let alone Ya Feiyu, who has stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world for hundreds of years. He has almost taken the powerful and inviolable Tianxue Immortal Venerable in folk tales as his role model, forgetting that he is also a human being, a life of flesh and blood. Such fear makes him feel ashamed, and he subconsciously wants to ignore it and tell himself that it is just an illusion. But at the same time, there is an extremely sharp voice screaming in his heart, resisting his thoughts.
"Being afraid is right, being afraid is right, being afraid is right!"
"Ya Feiyu, you've forgotten so many things! Remember them all, remember them!!!"
Ya Feiyu answered the voice in her heart with some helplessness, but I can't remember, what should I do?
There was no answer, and the shrill scream seemed to vanish in an instant, just like the previous fear and sense of unease, as if it were all just my imagination.
But Ya Feiyu had by this time noticed these unusual little details.
As mentioned earlier, he has always had a remarkably keen and accurate sixth sense.
Even his mind and body are rebelling against his feelings, so the world he is in must be a trap.
He had forgotten many things. Ya Feiyu frowned slightly. The slight stinging from his temples did not stop his thinking; instead, it made him more focused, allowing him to follow all the clues before and after he woke up, unraveling the mystery bit by bit, until he finally found the truth hidden deep within.
Just then, a sharp melody from the zither flashed by like a sword, carrying with it a ripple of spiritual energy.
In that instant, Ya Feiyu's mind suddenly cleared, and the false dreams he had been living before crumbled bit by bit before his eyes. Ya Feiyu involuntarily closed his eyes to cope with the intense dizziness. When he opened his eyes again, the peaceful Qinglian Immortal Sect was no longer before him. The lush green vegetation and the noisy laughter of the disciples had completely disappeared, leaving only the crackling of flames and desperate wails.
A pungent smell of burnt meat wafted in the wind, mixed with a strong stench of blood. Ya Feiyu instinctively pinched his nose and moved forward step by step. Inside the sect, he saw various charred bodies scattered about. Most of them were already dead, while some were still on fire, their hands, covered in blood and gore, reaching out to him in a pitiful plea for help.
Ya Feiyu was stunned for a moment. The next instant, the sound of the zither rang out again. He felt as if he had fallen into darkness, as if he had fallen into an abyss. His whole body was stiff and cold as if he were dead.
He felt as if he were falling, the wind rushing past his ears without making a sound.
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