Chapter 71 Redemption in Another World
Ye Chi was taken aback at first.
He didn't know where he was, or where he should go. He tried to get up, and only when his hand touched the ground did he belatedly realize that the floor was soft and slightly damp. This sensation made him acutely aware that something was wrong, and his expression instantly froze. His face paled slightly, and looking down, he saw that he was sitting on a dying corpse, clearly not long after death—or rather, not even yet breathed his last. His eyes bulged slightly; he could no longer move, but still stared at Ye Chi on top of him with eyes full of despair. Ye Chi hurriedly tried to get up, but saw a flash of sword light, and his brother, who died with his eyes wide open, was instantly reduced to pieces.
Ye Chi didn't have time to mourn for him. She turned her head and met a pair of extremely indifferent silver eyes.
He knew those eyes all too well.
From his master, the so-called villain, Ya Feiyu.
In that instant, Ye Chi's mind raced through all the descriptions of Ya Feiyu in the original novel, but he couldn't even find the words to describe Ya Feiyu in the present moment. What evil ghost returned from hell, what vicious villain—these were all too cliché and too one-sided. Ya Feiyu was like a dead shell, his eyes seeing nothing but bloodlust.
"Master..." Ye Chi murmured softly, his voice so low that it was drowned out by the cawing of the crows.
Ye Chi looked down and realized that he wasn't wearing the Qinglian Sect disciple's robes, but a tattered rag, exactly like the beggar's clothes he wore when he was wandering. He looked up in astonishment. His identity had been stripped away, but his senses remained. He could still clearly see his own reflection in Ya Feiyu's cloudy eyes. He looked utterly wretched, his face blurred by blood and dust. Let alone Ya Feiyu, even Ye Chi himself would find him a stranger.
Could it be that... he didn't encounter the development of Ya Feiyu?
Overwhelmed with emotion, he looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, his dark eyes filled with sorrow.
If he hadn't deliberately interfered with the plot of the book, Ya Feiyu would still have become the world-destroying demon, and Ye Chi's ending would obviously have been to die at the hands of his own master.
But he still felt resentful.
Even though he knew that everything before him might be an illusion, and that Ya Feiyu might not even be able to hear his voice, he still spoke, with a kind of arrogant resignation to his fate.
“Ya Feiyu!” he yelled, “You’re a fucking monster!”
Ya Feiyu seemed to pause slightly, his silver eyes wavering for a moment. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ye Chi, his expressionless face gripping his throat.
His voice was hoarse, and he spoke slowly and deliberately: "You...is there anything else you want to say?"
A strong feeling of suffocation washed over him, but Ye Chi was not afraid at all. He coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood, saying, "You are a demon, a bastard destined to be killed."
Ya Feiyu's grip seemed to tighten until Ye Chi could no longer breathe. He smiled, a smile laced with provocation: "And I am your accomplice."
Ya Feiyu didn't speak, but the pressure on his hands seemed to ease, stiffening for a moment. Ye Chi continued, "I wanted to save you, I wanted to pull you back from the abyss, and I succeeded." He sighed with relief as he said this.
“Although it’s not you in this life.” He frowned slightly, but his lips curled up slightly, and there was a faint sense of guilt in his eyes. Ya Feiyu was stunned. His mind, which had been dormant for a long time, seemed to be awakened. In a world full of blood and pain, he grasped a sliver of light that was swaying in his palm.
Although it is fleeting.
But he enjoyed it nonetheless.
"I'm sorry, Ya Feiyu."
"I actually really want to be someone you can rely on."
He suddenly plummeted, a bottomless abyss behind him, an endless expanse of blackness. He felt himself being gradually enveloped by a chilling cold, yet strangely, he felt no unease. Instead, his heart landed steadily on the ground, his body still bearing the lingering chill, while a warm current seemed to gently caress his heart. Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to see a fleeting look of surprise in Ya Feiyu's silver eyes.
...
Opening his eyes from the deep darkness, Ye Chi was initially dazed for a while. The surroundings were familiar. He propped himself up and looked around. Tantai Wushuang lay collapsed not far beside him, and Mo Huanchen slumped under a tree, his eyes downcast and brows furrowed, his breathing heavy. After a moment, he suddenly realized something was wrong—where was Ya Feiyu?
He searched a little further away, then circled back. Tantai Wushuang and Mo Huanchen were both nearby. There was no reason for Ya Feiyu to have disappeared so mysteriously...
Or is it...?
A sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in his heart.
...
"Could the ancient sword of Mount Ling be here?"
"Ha, are you questioning me?"
"Why can't I question you?" the slightly hoarse voice retorted coldly. "You should be aware of the difference in our status. Don't forget, you yourself are now a traitor who has abandoned the sect. Your credibility is naturally the lowest."
"……cut."
The crow concealed itself behind a tree.
Being able to follow these two demonic cultivators was a completely unexpected stroke of luck. Just now, they had fallen into an illusionary ambush set up here. Ya Feiyu, with the highest cultivation level, was the first to break free. He had originally planned to stay with the others until they woke up, but unexpectedly heard a commotion coming from not far away. Ya Feiyu had excellent hearing; even the faintest sounds couldn't escape his senses. So he concealed his presence, quietly approached, and witnessed the scene before him.
He had no idea that a magnificent building was hidden deep within the hunting grounds.
The building connects to the giant mountain, hidden beneath layers of dense forest, cleverly situated in a shady spot, which is probably why it has remained undiscovered for so long. Its exterior appears to be in the style of architecture from over a thousand years ago, and based on the two's conversation, Ya Feiyu quickly deduced that this should be the location of the Ling Shan Ancient Sword, one of the four most precious treasures in the world.
but……
The exact location of the Lingshan Ancient Sword is rarely recorded even in ancient books. Ya Feiyu only knows that the sword is roughly located deep in the snowy mountains, but he has no idea where exactly or how to find it. As far as he knows, the only person who knows the whereabouts of the Lingshan Ancient Sword is Cen Dao from his previous life, but Cen Dao has been missing for a long time, and no one can clearly say where he is. If that's the case, why would this demonic cultivator have come here...?
Ya Feiyu was inevitably curious, and also to prevent the demonic cultivators from seizing the treasure, so he chose to ambush them in secret.
The slightly taller demonic cultivator casually waved his hand, and the demonic energy in the air suddenly became denser. Ya Feiyu's concealment spell fluctuated slightly, but they seemed oblivious to the anomaly. Ya Feiyu watched their every move. A cloud of demonic energy emerged from the shadows, enveloping countless corpses, mostly severed limbs, accompanied by a pungent stench that instantly polluted the previously fresh air. Ya Feiyu's pupils constricted slightly. Those corpses were all disciples who had come to the hunting grounds… While most demonic cultivator techniques required burning one's own or others' lives, such callous disregard for human life was rare, especially at the Spirit Mountain Sword Tournament…
These demonic cultivators are quite audacious. If the sect leaders and elders of those major sects discover that their disciples died so suspiciously, someone will definitely investigate. At that time, it could very well lead to a war between the cultivation world and the demonic world.
Just like in his past life, he led countless ghosts to slaughter mortals.
Thinking of this, Ya Feiyu's mind seemed to buzz, and the world before his eyes was momentarily filled with scarlet blood, but it vanished in an instant, as if it were just his hallucination. He felt dizzy and had a headache for no reason, accompanied by tinnitus. This did not seem like a good sign, but Ya Feiyu, who was used to tormenting himself, did not pay attention to it.
The cultivator summoned demonic energy and cast a spell. The previously docile demonic energy instantly came to life, surging and crushing the limbs it contained, producing a teeth-grinding crunching sound. Ya Feiyu saw blood rolling onto the ground, which the demonic cultivator collected and carried to the gate.
The once lifeless stone door seemed to respond at this moment, its intricate patterns glowing red before slowly opening.
"What a nuisance," the demonic cultivator muttered under his breath.
"There's no other way. You don't want to bleed people out, and those few useless people are still useful to keep alive, but you can't kill them anyway."
"If this site weren't inherently evil, who would go to the trouble of killing so many people?"
They entered the door one after the other, taking the demonic energy with them, and the door slowly closed, like a satiated beast contentedly enjoying a delicious meal delivered to its door.
As the door closed, the patterns on it flickered twice before fading completely.
Ya Feiyu's heart tightened, and he slowly moved closer.
The two demonic cultivators gathered their blood and brought it to this door, which is why the eerie door opened. In other words, the method to open this door is a simple sacrifice.
But the offerings were not so simple.
That mass of demonic energy contained at least dozens of corpses. The blood loss from so many dead bodies would be enough to open the door. Ya Feiyu pondered for a moment. Of course, he wouldn't kill so many people just to open the door, as that would violate the principle he had upheld throughout his life. But he also wouldn't let these demonic cultivators succeed so easily. Who knew what they would do next after obtaining the treasure?
He recalled what the two demonic cultivators had said.
"They seemed to have said something about this site being 'evil'..."
Ya Feiyu murmured, his eyes as dark and murky as a swamp, as if he might fall into it at any moment.
He reached out and slowly brushed away the thick layer of dust that had accumulated on the stone door.
"If there's something malevolent about it, then can my blood activate it...?"
He summoned Danqing, and a flash of sword light appeared.
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