Chapter 107 Master has awakened!
"A dream?" As if he'd heard some particularly amusing joke, the man's usually icy voice softened with a hint of laughter, which sounded like blatant mockery to Ya Feiyu. He chuckled to himself a few times, then, realizing Ya Feiyu was still waiting for his answer, his tone still tinged with amusement. To him, this must have been quite a funny thing. He said cheerfully, "Do you think this is a dream? Or reality? Or... a memory?"
Ya Feiyu frowned, a rare look of bewilderment and confusion appearing in his eyes. "What else could it be but a dream?" he asked instinctively, which seemed to tickle the other person's funny bone, eliciting two more soft laughs, this time with blatant sarcasm. "Even your brain is denying this ridiculous guess, yet you still insist that this is just a dream?"
“Escaping reality, that’s really your style.” The voice grew colder and colder until it became sharp and calm again. He commented indifferently, “Indeed, if you hadn’t been so easily obsessed with the past, how could you have gone astray and ended up in this situation today? Ha… Ya Feiyu, in the end, you are just a pawn of the Heavenly Dao.”
"I don't understand what you're saying," Ya Feiyu replied dryly, his face stiff. But after that, the voice that had spoken to him in his mind suddenly vanished, and the world fell into a deep, eerie silence. Ya Feiyu raised his hand to touch his arm, which was already covered in goosebumps. He could no longer hear the sounds around him; there was no longer the rustling of the wind or the whispering of leaves. A jet-black crow silently cawed twice on his shoulder, then flapped its wings and flew away, leaving only a single raven feather as dark as the night.
Unwittingly stepping onto a crow feather, the blurry world before her eyes suddenly collapsed, plunging her into a darkness that seemed like the silence of death.
Memories flooded back at that moment, washing over his mind like a tidal wave, further jeopardizing his already clouded senses. Ya Feiyu struggled to maintain his balance, his footing unsteady, feeling as if he were walking on soft clouds, staggering without any support. His head throbbed more, and he felt even more dizzy. Ya Feiyu bit his lower lip, still somewhat dazed, when a strange, intense urge to cry welled up within him.
But soon, this impulse was overshadowed by another, more intense and unrestrained emotion.
—A bloodthirsty emotion, a desire to stain the soul with blood.
"It's time to wake up." A hoarse voice whispered in his mind. He felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, as if a pair of hands were covering his eyes. Even though he tried hard to stay awake, his consciousness was still mired in a quagmire, and even opening his eyes seemed extremely difficult.
...
When he woke up, his memories had fully returned.
It took Ya Feiyu a few seconds to process what had happened. When she came to her senses, she abruptly sat up, startling Ye Chi, who was resting with his eyes closed beside the bed. Sensing the movement, Ye Chi groggily opened his eyes, staring at Ya Feiyu's face for three seconds until their gazes met. Then he snapped out of it, all the fatigue of the past few days vanishing instantly. His eyes welled up with tears, as if he were about to cry: "Master, you're finally awake!!!"
His appearance left Ya Feiyu somewhat helpless, and he hugged him and comforted him for a long time. Ye Chi was usually so strong and reliable, and most of the time he would pretend to cry and act pitiful in front of him. Ya Feiyu rarely saw Ye Chi cry so heartbreakingly, and a part of his heart ached slightly. He didn't want to see the person he cherished most shed tears because of him, but there was also a little secret joy.
This feeling of being cherished... is wonderful.
At least it gives people the feeling that they are truly alive in this world.
Ye Chi's sobs gradually subsided. He hugged Ya Feiyu tightly, burying his head in the crook of his neck, sobbing softly. Ya Feiyu would surely call him pathetic for looking like that, but it wasn't the right time to say such things. Ya Feiyu patted Ye Chi's shoulder, his long eyelashes drooping, his eyes revealing a tenderness that was only shown to Ye Chi. He lowered his voice and whispered, "It's alright now."
"Mmm..." Ye Chi's voice was still choked with sobs. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, leaned in and kissed Ya Feiyu hard. He held the person in his arms tightly, almost greedily and frantically feeling his body temperature. Their chests were pressed together, so close that they could almost hear each other's heartbeats, each one a trace of life. "Master, thank goodness you're alright, thank goodness... I was almost worried to death."
Ya Feiyu chuckled helplessly, raising his hand to gently stroke Ye Chi's cheek, his thumb tracing the dark circles under his eyes, his brow furrowing slightly with concern. Without needing a word, Ye Chi noticed his emotion, a slight smile playing on his lips. He grasped Ya Feiyu's well-defined hand, bringing it to his lips for a light kiss. The warmth of the candlelight softened the expression in his dark eyes, making him appear almost like a gentle, docile dog. He chuckled softly, his eyes tender as he asked, "Does Master feel sorry for you?"
Ya Feiyu was an awkward person and was not good at saying nice things. Hearing this, he pursed his thin lips slightly, and in the candlelight, the corners of his beautiful eyes seemed to be faintly red.
But after a long pause, he finally managed to utter, "It hurts."
This time, it was Ye Chi who was stunned.
His and Ya Feiyu's status in interpersonal relationships was actually similar, but compared to Ya Feiyu, he seemed to have taken the initiative to keep his distance from others, which meant that generally no one would think of taking the initiative to get close to him. Over time, his heart became barren and cold, and even weeds could hardly take root.
He is good at disguising himself, which is not difficult for him, but when he is really faced with a sincere heart, he becomes helpless.
Especially since the object of his affections was Ya Feiyu, the person he loved to the core.
But Ye Chi didn't stay stunned for long. After he came to his senses, he smiled faintly. His eyes were still a little red and swollen, but he was no longer in such a sorry state. He took the opportunity to pull Ya Feiyu into his arms and hug him tightly, saying, "Master, you are really too kind to me."
Ya Feiyu pouted: "I'll feel sorry for you too..."
"Yes, I feel sorry for him. I also feel sorry for my master."
They said nothing more, but embraced each other in the cold, lonely night, in the flickering candlelight. These two lonely souls nestled together for warmth, and they had finally found their place, the person they should rely on.
Ya Feiyu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and amidst Ye Chi's steady breathing, she gradually closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Ye Chi, however, seemed reluctant to close his eyes, as if afraid that Ya Feiyu would disappear as soon as he woke up. He gazed at him with lingering affection, his intense gaze fixed on Ya Feiyu's face, a look of tender affection and reluctance, filled with tenderness and longing.
"Master," he whispered, knowing that Ya Feiyu was already fast asleep, "I love you, Master."
I love you more than anyone else.
"Don't leave me," he gently cupped Ya Feiyu's face, gazing intently at his exquisite features with almost obsessive intensity. He placed a very light kiss on Ya Feiyu's smooth forehead, his voice deliberately soft, as if afraid of accidentally waking him. It was a tender and careful gesture, a genuine and pure love. Ya Feiyu's dark eyes were like melt-in-your-mouth chocolate, so gentle and tender. He exhaled and said, "Okay?"
...
The awakening of Ya Feiyu brought them great hope. Everyone unanimously believed that the Immortal Lord must have found a solution to save their unconscious relatives and friends.
However, the truth is that compared to cultivators, mortals are obviously too weak. The musical score Ye Chi used to awaken Ya Feiyu was a "Clearing Spirit Music Score," which, for mortals, would be far too powerful with spiritual energy. If they weren't careful, it was highly likely that their condition would worsen instead of improve. Ye Chi's spiritual energy was too concentrated and pure, making it difficult to control, while Xu Miaomiao and Shi Bai's spiritual energy was too weak. Therefore, the group was in a dilemma, but they couldn't resist the villagers' repeated requests.
In the end, it was Ya Feiyu who played the piano.
Now that he has lost his spiritual power, the effect of the Divine Cleansing Music Score will be greatly reduced until it is no different from ordinary musical scores. However, for mortals, its ability to awaken the mind is already significant enough. All that remains is to properly adjust his body, and in time he will be able to dispel the demonic energy within him and recover and awaken.
The first person to be tested was A-Ying.
The little girl had been unconscious for several days, her body temperature fluctuating between high and low. The prolonged inability to eat had made her look frail and haggard. A damp towel covered her head, her brow furrowed, unable to find peace even in her unconscious state. A pang of heartache flashed in Ya Feiyu's eyes. He reached out, lifted the towel, and checked the girl's temperature. It had dropped somewhat, but was still higher than normal. His eyelashes fluttered, and he withdrew his hand. But the little girl seemed to cling to his warmth. As Ya Feiyu pulled his hand away, she whimpered softly, like a child whose toy had been taken away, making Ya Feiyu feel both amused and heartbroken.
No matter how strong she is, she is still a young girl.
Ya Feiyu took a brand new towel, wiped away the sweat from her body, and then changed her outer robe. The wet towel had dried a bit, so Ya Feiyu took it, soaked it in water again, wrung out the excess water, and carefully placed it back on the girl's forehead.
Having done all this, he breathed a sigh of relief and then placed his hands on the strings.
He had been living a very turbulent time, and it had been a long time since he had been able to properly play the zither. Now, as he touched the slightly cool zither and savored the texture of the wood in his palm, a sense of nostalgia welled up in his heart. He sighed and began to play the music.
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