Chapter 117 A Modern Version of Master?
To Ye Chi's surprise, the space he found himself in after crossing the time gap was neither the blood-red sky of purgatory nor the tranquil Qinglian Immortal Sect, but a bustling modern street. He was momentarily stunned, looking around. Steel buildings stood tall, and people hurried by. This cold, mechanical feeling was indeed the familiar real world he knew. At first, Ye Chi thought he was hallucinating, so he slapped himself hard. The loud sound stung his face, and he snapped back to reality, but the scene hadn't changed. He remained standing by the roadside until he watched people pass through his body. Only then did he realize—it seemed he hadn't returned to the real world, but…
Wasn't he looking for Ya Feiyou specifically to find Ya Feiyu? Logically, Ya Feiyou should have teleported him to the space where Ya Feiyu was located...
Why did it have to be in this kind of situation?
A hidden possibility surfaced in Ye Chi's mind, causing his heart to pound. He raised his hand to his chest, but couldn't suppress his racing heartbeat. He glanced up; the sky wasn't clear, suggesting rain was imminent. Gray clouds shrouded the sky, completely obscuring the sunlight, making the sky appear leaden. Ye Chi only glanced at it, not wanting to waste any more time. Since Ya Feiyou had teleported him here, she must have her reasons. As Ya Feiyu's relative, she owed Ya Feiyu and the Tianyu Clan too much. If there was anyone in the world who most wanted Ya Feiyu's safe return, besides Ye Chi, it was her. She wouldn't make such an unnecessary joke at this crucial moment.
This place seemed to be the city center, but it wasn't the city where Ye Chi lived. He wasn't familiar with it and got lost among the crisscrossing roads. Unbeknownst to him, the sky turned from leaden gray to a deep inky black, and rain began to fall. Ye Chi smelled the muddy scent in the wind and instinctively reached out to catch the raindrops. Only when the fine, needle-like raindrops pierced his palm and fell to the ground did he slowly come to his senses.
"..." He couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly, wandering aimlessly through the streets. Pedestrians hurriedly seeking shelter from the rain swept past him. Ye Chi was searching almost entirely on instinct, and in a daze, he stood in front of a convenience store. The store's sign flashed red and green lights, like a guiding lamp in the rain. Ye Chi hesitated for a moment in front of the door, and just then, the electric door rang, and a man in a black overcoat stepped out.
"...It's raining?" The man's brows furrowed slightly, and his clear, spring-like voice brought Ye Chi back to his senses. He stared blankly at the man, just in time to catch a glimpse of his silver eyes. In the blink of an eye, the man had already walked away with his umbrella. Ye Chi watched his retreating figure. Although his clothes had changed, his aura remained the same. His hair was slightly shorter, but by modern standards, it was considered long hair among men. The more he looked at his back, the more familiar he seemed, and there was an aura that attracted him from within.
When he realized what was happening, he was already standing in front of the man's house.
He looked around, observing the decor; it was a small villa, by all accounts. To own a villa in such a prime location, the man's financial situation couldn't be too bad. He tentatively stretched out his foot, stepping over the locked wooden door, and immediately saw the man slumped in the sofa, his eyes slightly narrowed, languid like a pampered cat. Ye Chi's heart tightened; his surging emotions could no longer be concealed. His trembling fingertips reached out, as if wanting to touch the man, but he quickly withdrew his hand.
Instead, the man suddenly lifted his eyelids warily, revealing a pair of clear, glassy silver eyes, his brows furrowing slightly: "It seems like someone is there... or is it just my imagination...?"
Convinced by his intuition, Ya Feiyu stood up and surveyed the area. Strangely enough, although there were fewer security guards inside and outside his villa today due to the holiday, strict security measures were still in place. Theoretically, without his permission, not even a mosquito should be able to fly into the villa.
And that was indeed the case. With the idea that she couldn't miss even an inch, Ya Feiyu thoroughly searched the villa inside and out, and also pulled up nearly a month's worth of surveillance footage, watching it repeatedly. No matter how fast or slow she watched it, she couldn't find any clues.
Even though there was no one around, Ya Feiyu felt as if something was watching her intently from behind.
...Perhaps I've just been too tired lately and thinking too much. Ya Feiyu shook his head, clearing his mind of all the chaotic thoughts, and temporarily gave up the idea of working overtime tonight. He lit up his phone screen. As the CEO of a large company, Ya Feiyu's work was usually so busy that he often forgot to eat, and he got off work late. When things got really busy, he would even have to work overtime until the early hours of the morning. Actually, it wouldn't be a problem to delegate these tasks to his subordinates, but Ya Feiyu has never been one to sit still and always felt more at ease doing these things himself.
It was already midnight. For some people in big cities, life is probably just beginning. Ya Feiyu usually can't sleep at this hour, but since his body was already sending out warning signals, he could only obediently wash up and go to bed.
After washing up, Ya Feiyu finally got into bed, and it was almost one in the morning when his head hit the pillow. During this time, he was still worried and finalized the remaining important plans before he could finally put his mind at ease and drift off to sleep.
Ye Chi finally breathed a sigh of relief when his breathing became long and even. Although he had only witnessed Ya Feiyu's life for one day, he could glean from the mountain of documents piled on his desk that Ya Feiyu's life was busy. His room was locked, and he probably didn't allow servants in normally. It was also the messiest place in the entire villa. It wasn't that Ya Feiyu didn't want to tidy up, but rather that he didn't have the time, and over time it became a mess. But he was concerned about his image, so of course he wouldn't let others know that the famous company CEO had such an unkempt appearance in private, and therefore he didn't allow anyone to approach his room.
Ye Chi sighed inwardly and slowly moved closer to Ya Feiyu's bedside. This man didn't sleep well, his brows furrowed; at this rate, he'd get wrinkles. Ye Chi thought, seemingly wanting to smooth the wrinkles between his brows, but his fingertips stiffened. Realizing he couldn't touch Ya Feiyu, he reluctantly withdrew his fingers. He sat on the edge of the bed, gathered his spiritual energy, and then took Ya Feiyu's slightly cool hand, entering his dream.
...
In Ya Feiyu's memory, he seemed to have rarely dreamed since childhood. No matter how much pressure he was under or how bad his mood was, he rarely dreamed of specific scenes. At most, he would only dream of a few fragmented pieces, which were all projections of real life. There were no grand scenes, let alone a connected plot.
But today's dream seems slightly different.
He was standing under a blood-red sky.
The chill in the wind and the pungent smell of blood were particularly strong and irritating, as if one were actually there. Ya Feiyu was somewhat bewildered. He looked down and saw that he was wearing a simple, plain white robe, just like the ancient costumes he'd seen in TV shows and movies. What was going on? Was he dreaming that he'd traveled into a fantasy drama?
...However, it's just too real.
Even the biting wind in my dream felt incredibly real; fine strands of hair brushed against my cheeks like needles pricking my face, causing a slight pain.
Ya Feiyu wiped his face, belatedly realizing that his palm still felt sticky and hot. He paused, feigning composure as he looked down, only to find his hand covered in sticky blood. His expression suddenly darkened, as if he had encountered some scum. He instinctively tried to wipe it away, but found that the pool of blood seemed to come alive, slowly creeping up his clothes, staining and soiling his clean white robe.
"What is this...!" Ya Feiyu uttered a low growl as a tentacle formed from congealed blood wrapped around his slender neck, compressing his trachea and choking him into words. Ya Feiyu tried to struggle, but it proved futile. The feeling of suffocation gradually engulfed his entire body. Having lived in the real world, Ya Feiyu was, after all, just an ordinary person. He had never witnessed death or experienced the feeling of being on the brink of death, and fear inevitably rose in his heart. He thought, if only someone could save him.
The moment this thought crossed his mind, a breeze carrying the fragrance of grass and trees swept by, very light and gentle, as if afraid that the wind might also hurt him.
Ya Feiyu stared wide-eyed in astonishment, the suffocating feeling suddenly vanishing, his blood rushing back as if jolted by some shock. In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, a familiar-looking man slowly walked towards him, a helpless smile on his face, a hint of doting in his dark eyes. This inexplicable emotion left Ya Feiyu somewhat dazed. Who was this man, and why was he appearing in his dream?
Thinking this, Ya Feiyu asked warily, "Who are you?"
The figure smiled faintly at him and called out with a smile, "Master."
These words stunned Ya Feiyu once again. A strange warmth welled up in his heart, and memories that didn't seem to belong to him flooded his mind like a tide. After a sharp pain, there was an endless emptiness. When Ya Feiyu came to his senses, his thin body collapsed like a kite with a broken string. His vision was blurred by tears. He raised his hand to wipe his face, which was covered with tears.
He choked for a long time, his tears flowing more and more as he wiped them away. His pride made him subconsciously lower his head, not wanting the person in front of him to see his disheveled appearance. But then he heard two firm footsteps, and then a warm but rough hand cupped his face, gently stroking the corner of his eye and easily wiping away his tears.
"Master, don't cry," the man said softly. "It will break your heart."
These words acted like a tranquilizer, finally calming Ya Feiyu's frantic heartbeat. He sobbed twice, his breathing unsteady, and trembled as he said, "Ye Chi."
Ye Chi smiled gently: "It's me, Master, I'm here."
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