Chapter 111 The protagonist reappears!
Deep in the mountains, a faint, eerie light emanated, radiating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine. As Ya Feiyu slowly approached, the light seemed to come alive, spontaneously coiling around his ankles and tightening its grip. Seemingly harmless, it climbed upwards, only to be mercilessly dispelled by Ya Feiyu's demonic energy. The initially harmless light struggled and twitched under his grasp, unwillingly merging with the murky, dark demonic energy. Although its manifestation was different, it was clear that this light of unknown origin was also a construct of demonic energy—weak, but containing a considerable amount of demonic power. If it weren't Ya Feiyu, a fellow demonic cultivator, standing here, but rather a mortal or a cultivator with low spiritual power, the outcome would not have been as easy and leisurely as Ya Feiyu's.
Although the concentration of demonic energy was high, the light did not pose any threat, which meant that even someone as vigilant as Ya Feiyu did not initially notice anything amiss.
Seeing this, the previously restless light and demonic energy beside him subsided, maintaining a respectful distance from Ya Feiyu, diligently illuminating his dark path. Ya Feiyu kept his eyes fixed straight ahead. The surrounding forest was shrouded in demonic energy, and as far as the eye could see, there was only boundless darkness, like an abyss. Looking at it for too long might affect his mind and cause hallucinations. Hallucinations related to demonic energy were never pleasant dreams, and Ya Feiyu didn't want to challenge the limits of his current clarity of mind, so he walked this stretch of road with his head down.
Soon, they passed through the gloomy path, and a wide-open plain appeared before them. In the center of the plain was a huge lake, its water a dark green. Rarely, Ya Feiyu felt a slight unease about this natural landscape. This lake gave him a bad feeling, as if some filthy thing was lurking at the bottom of the pool. Suddenly, fluorescent lights converged towards the center of the lake, the specks of light merging into thin, colorful beams of light. Ripples appeared on the lifeless surface of the lake, and the deep gloom beneath the water abruptly dissipated.
A distinct figure was pressed into the water by the light, its struggles gradually weakening. Ya Feiyu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he rushed forward without regard for whether this was a cunning trap set by the demonic cultivator, or even if he himself might face death. Ya Feiyu did not hesitate for a moment. He leaped into the water, his slender figure moving like a nimble dragon, quickly swimming to the figure shrouded in dark mist. With a sudden burst of strength, he pulled the figure out of the demonic aura and threw it onto the surface.
The terrifying feeling of suffocation subsided, and a rush of air filled his lungs. Ye Chi coughed several times, his vision blurred, and a piercing pain shot through his temples. Instinctively, he clutched the hem of the person beside him as if grasping at a straw. His head was spinning; he couldn't think straight, couldn't see, and couldn't hear. He was simply searching for any possible way to survive, driven only by instinct. He had been submerged in the water for too long, and his body temperature had dropped. Ya Feiyu didn't dare to delay and pulled him to the shore, completely unaware that demonic energy was binding his legs.
Only after settling Ye Chi in a relatively safe place did Ya Feiyu breathe a sigh of relief. He performed CPR on Ye Chi several times to expel all the water that had entered his lungs. He sat beside Ye Chi, gently patting his back, until Ye Chi regained consciousness, his dark eyes glancing at him in a daze.
"Master, you came to save me..." Ye Chi's voice seemed to tremble with emotion as he spoke, and as the last word faded, he could no longer suppress his feelings, his eyes reddening. "I almost thought I was going to die here, Master, Master..."
With a sigh, Ya Feiyu gently embraced Ye Chi in the moment of his daze. The spring water was cold, stripping away their body heat, leaving only their icy bodies to warm each other, but Ya Feiyu didn't feel that the pain in his body was anything. At this moment, no pain could wash away the warmth in his heart.
"I'm sorry, my disciple, I'm late." Ya Feiyu lowered her eyelashes, her voice low and soft, as if scattered in the wind: "No matter when, I will come to save you."
Ye Chi didn't speak, burying his head in his neck and sobbing. Ya Feiyu didn't know what he had gone through before this, he only knew that it was very rare to see Ye Chi like this. This person was always strong, his strongest support, and everyone's best reliance, but even someone as strong as him, seemingly with an indestructible body, could cry, could despair, and could suffer.
Ye Chi was like that, and so was Ya Feiyu. Beneath their resolute exteriors lay the most vulnerable and tender souls.
Ye Chi had tolerated his weakness countless times, so how could Ya Feiyu not understand Ye Chi?
When the intermittent sobbing finally showed signs of stopping, Ya Feiyu released his grip on Ye Chi and slowly stood up. Ye Chi steadied himself with him, using his spiritual energy to dry his wet clothes. His body temperature had warmed up, but his hands were still icy. So, he brazenly clung to Ya Feiyu, claiming he was using his master to warm his hands. This outrageous statement left Ya Feiyu speechless, but since he was his lover, he didn't say much and let him be. After all, it wasn't a bad thing that he could still act spoiled like this; at least it proved that what had just happened hadn't had much of an impact on Ye Chi's mentality.
Ye slowed down, wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes, and asked, "Why did Master come up?"
"We couldn't find you, so we followed your spiritual power to find you," Ya Feiyu said. "Let's go back first."
Ye Chi nodded slightly, summoned his sword with his backhand, and was about to ride the sword when the sky suddenly became even more gloomy. The light that had been still suddenly accelerated its surging speed, rushing towards the center of the lake in large swaths. The demonic energy seemed to become extremely dense at this moment, and Ye Chi was inevitably affected. His face turned pale, his steps became unsteady, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his chest.
Ya Feiyu frowned and cut off his spiritual energy output, which made Ye Chi feel a little better. However, he collapsed to his knees on the ground, looking quite disheveled. But neither of them had the mind to care about their appearance at the moment.
What's going on here...?
They were on high alert, their bodies tense like wild beasts whose territory had been invaded. Their eyes widened in alarm at the approaching aggressor, awaiting the chance to test their strength, to tear at the opponent's vulnerable neck, and to trample their proud head. Especially Ya Feiyu; this demonic aura felt strangely familiar to him.
Like cultivators, demonic cultivators, due to differences in their physical constitution and cultivation techniques, generate different kinds of demonic energy. Logically, while there might be identical spiritual power in the world, there would never be identical demonic energy. Take Ya Feiyu himself as an example; even just the difference between his past and present lives, the demonic energy emanating from Ya Feiyu in this life is different from that of his previous life. His past life was more aggressive and murderous, while this life is relatively restrained and controlled. Anyone who has seen both of them simultaneously would undoubtedly recognize the difference.
That's why this eerie sense of familiarity made Ya Feiyu even more uneasy.
However, Ya Feiyu couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly he was familiar with or unfamiliar with. He only knew that he remembered this aura deep in his bones and that he had once known the owner of this aura, but the relationship was probably not close, otherwise he wouldn't be in this situation of feeling familiar yet not recognizing the other party.
Who is it...?
Just then, the light gathered in the center of the lake formed a beautifully colored barrier, and a bad premonition gradually welled up in his heart, growing stronger and stronger. Ya Feiyu always trusted his keen sixth sense, and at this moment he only wanted to get Ye Chi away from this ominous place as soon as possible, but all the ways out were blocked by demonic energy. They were like flies caught in a net, bumping into walls everywhere, with nowhere to go.
The barrier grew larger and larger, and just as it reached its limit, it suddenly exploded. The brilliant light transformed into waves that rippled outwards, bringing a strong wind that uprooted a cluster of trees and caused the ground to tremble violently.
In the very center of the lake stood a young man in a long black robe.
The surrounding demonic energy undoubtedly proved his identity; the newcomer was a demonic cultivator, and his cultivation was definitely not low, at least not below Ya Feiyu and Ye Chi. The pressure brought by the powerful figure made the entire mountain forest suddenly quiet down, and even the chirping of insects and birds seemed too jarring. For a moment, only his own breathing and heartbeat could be heard.
Although he was a demonic cultivator, unlike any demonic cultivators the two had ever seen before, this young man did not conceal his face with a hood. His clothes were understated yet luxurious, suggesting that he was of high status and might even be a high-ranking member of the demonic cultivation community.
The young man had his back to them, lightly touched the water's surface with his toes, creating ripples, and then landed steadily on the lake as easily as if he were walking on flat ground.
Immediately, the young man stood with his hands behind his back, his posture quite leisurely. He immediately noticed Ye Chi and Ya Feiyu's wary gazes. A hint of hatred flashed across his dark eyes, but he pretended to be nonchalant and instead put on a fake smile, his eyes still cold.
"I think it should be said that it has been a long time, Elder Tianxue, Brother Ye."
The voice was quite hoarse, as if it had been corrupted by demonic energy, but Ye Chi suddenly recognized it as the real voice. His pupils contracted sharply, filled with disbelief: "—Cen Dao, it's you?!"
Cen Dao has been missing for many years and has not shown up. Ye Chi initially thought that this darling of the Heavenly Dao was probably gone, but now it seems that this is not the case. No wonder the Heavenly Dao suddenly wants to punish the human world. It turns out that the protagonist has started his revenge script!
But this book is clearly a typical "Mary Sue" story, not a "Dark Side" novel!
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