Chapter 86 Master Always Has a Good Plan
Ye Chi felt a slight tremor in his heart. He widened his eyes slightly and saw that Ya Feiyu's clear silver eyes seemed to be brewing some emotion. Her soft hands cupped his face. Even though she was a celestial being who never lifted a finger, Ya Feiyu's hands still had a thin layer of calluses from years of sword practice, and the places Ye Chi touched felt slightly itchy. Ya Feiyu was approaching him, very slowly. Ye Chi didn't want to blink. He carefully observed Ya Feiyu's long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Even though Ya Feiyu's expression didn't change at all, Ye Chi could still tell that she was still shy.
Thinking of this, the tension he had felt vanished instantly, and Ya Feiyu seemed to transform into some kind of harmless little animal in that instant. He smiled slightly, but stood quietly in place, waiting for Ya Feiyu to approach. When their noses touched, he saw Ya Feiyu suppress his shyness and gently press his soft lips against his.
Although he tried to appear nonchalant, his stiff posture said it all. A warm, gentle feeling, as if a spring had melted within him, flowed through his body. Ya Feiyu didn't go any deeper, merely awkwardly pressing his lips to hers. Ye Chi, still unsatisfied, seized the initiative, deepening the kiss that had been so brief.
At that moment, the emotions that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time suddenly surged forth.
He knew for certain that he liked Ya Feiyu, but he had never had such a clear understanding before. It was as if countless voices in his mind were telling him so clearly that he liked Ya Feiyu, liked him terribly.
This wonderful feeling softened his heart even more, and Ye Chi gently stroked Ya Feiyu's cheek with his thumb, feeling extremely attached.
It was as if, at this moment, he and Ya Feiyu had completely merged into one. It was a feeling that would seem a little strange to put into words, but this was the only description Ye Chi could think of.
"Master, you don't hate it, do you?" He finally loosened his grip a little, his eyes deep. "Don't run away from me, Master. You clearly like it. Let me kiss you properly one more time..."
"...Are you a hooligan?" Having finally escaped Ye Chi's overwhelming kisses, Ya Feiyu scolded him a few times in an annoyance, but there was no real anger in her words. Ye Chi understood, so he half-coaxed Ya Feiyu into a hug and said, "Yes, I am a hooligan, but only to Master, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Ya Feiyu couldn't help but remain silent for a moment before turning her head away and saying coldly, "I don't want such a rogue."
Ye Chi chuckled softly twice: "Master can't bear to be without me, can he?"
"...Hmph, if you keep making trouble, I'm really going to throw you out."
Ye Chi was about to say something when a sudden, urgent knocking sounded in the quiet room, completely shattering the carefully crafted romantic atmosphere. Ya Feiyu snapped out of her reverie, her gaze sweeping across the window. They had installed semi-transparent curtains, just enough for her to see who was outside. Standing outside was a tall man; judging by his build, he was a man in his prime, yet not particularly burly.
Unable to confirm the visitor's identity, the two exchanged a glance. Ya Feiyu hurriedly pulled up the semi-transparent veil on the table, first covering the lower half of his face, then wrapping a white silk ribbon around his silver eyes. He sat in the rattan chair, pretending to be a blind man.
Ya Feiyu's eyes are incredibly distinctive. This is documented in both folklore and classical texts. His silver eyes are like sharp weapons, capable of instilling fear in anyone with just a glance. Even ordinary people who have never seen his true form can easily recognize him simply because of his silver eyes.
Therefore, it is necessary to cover one's eyes and not let anyone notice anything unusual. The best way is to pretend to be blind.
After doing all this, Ye Chi went to answer the door.
"Hello, excuse me..." Before he could finish speaking, a person suddenly collapsed in front of him with a thud, which really startled Ye Chi.
"Immortal Lord, please have mercy! My wife has been captured by those cultivators!!!"
These words made Ya Feiyu's heart tighten. He hurriedly used his divine sense to investigate the situation. The person speaking to Ye Chi at the door was a simple farmer. His clothes were worn and patched with various patches. His cheeks were sunken and his eyes were bulging. He looked extremely haggard. He was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to Ye Chi several times: "Immortal Lord, Immortal Lord, please help me!"
The distinction between immortals and mortals is clear. Even if they dress the same, others can still tell the difference between them. The people in the town also know that Ye Chi is a cultivator. It's not a secret. After all, cultivators occasionally appear in this town. It's rare, but it's not unheard of.
Ye Chi helped the man up and asked, "Uncle, what happened? Get up quickly, what happened to your family?"
The farmer wept bitterly, his cries filled with sorrow. Upon hearing this, he wailed even louder, his sobs echoing through the mountains and startling the birds: "You know, Immortal Lord, those cultivators came a while ago, saying that if they couldn't find anyone, they would capture ordinary people to use as furnaces. My wife and I didn't take it seriously at first, but today when we came home from plowing the fields, my neighbor told me that my wife had been kidnapped by them!"
She must have cried a lot on the way here. Now her eyes are red and swollen as if they are about to pop out. She is so grief-stricken that she can barely stand. She weakly grabs Ye Chi's arm to keep herself upright.
“My wife… she has been sickly since she was a child, and I have never dared to let her work in the fields. Why did it have to be her…” He choked with sobs, his voice filled with anguish. “Immortal Lord, you know that we mortals are no match for those cultivators. I have no choice but to ask you for help. You will definitely help me, won’t you?”
Ye Chi frowned slightly, his expression showing some difficulty.
Seemingly sensing his expression, the mortal suddenly sprang up, tightening his grip on Ye Chi's arm even more, his eyes bulging out, looking exceptionally ferocious. "The Immortal Lord will definitely help me, won't he?"
"Let go." A cold voice descended, carrying a chilling coolness. The ordinary farmer's hand suddenly stopped, and he raised his eyes to glare at Ya Feiyu, who was sitting in the corner. The sunlight from the window fell on him, making the person sitting there look like a porcelain doll made of glass.
"Who are you……"
The farmer seemed to have a lot to say, but after catching sight of the person in the corner, he suddenly fell silent, as if an invisible hand had gripped his neck. Ya Feiyu frowned slightly, his voice as cold as if it could freeze: "If you take another step closer, don't blame me for being impolite."
The farmer was taken aback. Ya Feiyu's words seemed to suddenly make him realize something. He lowered his head, apologized several times in shame, and took a few steps back, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've offended the two immortal lords. But I was truly anxious for a moment. I don't want anything else; I only want my wife to return safely..."
"Let's go back."
"I...I..." The farmer looked up in astonishment, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But I..."
Ya Feiyu's expression turned completely cold: "Go back."
The farmer was clearly quite unwilling to accept this, looking at Ye Chi with a hesitant expression, as if yearning for another chance to persuade the aloof and cold-faced immortal inside. Ye Chi knew he was not good at refusing others, so he deliberately avoided looking at him. After being rebuffed several times, a shadow crossed the farmer's eyes, and he turned and left.
"Are they gone?" As the footsteps faded into the distance, Ya Feiyu asked softly.
"Okay, I'm leaving." Ye Chi nodded, his voice equally light.
Only then did Ya Feiyu remove the white silk covering her face, her slightly lowered silver eyes revealing a hint of melancholy.
"Master, that person... should we really not agree to his request?" Ye Chi lay beside Ya Feiyu's legs, enjoying the gentle caress of his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking somewhat like a lazy cat. "This village has already begun to descend into chaos."
"It's not that we can't agree, it's that we can't let anyone know we want to help him."
Ya Feiyu lowered his eyelashes, his voice as delicate and soft as a lover's whisper. He felt the soft strands of hair passing through his fingers, and slowly moved his hand to his cheek, gently scratching it. This was a technique used entirely to caress a beloved pet, but neither Ye Chi nor Ya Feiyu noticed anything amiss.
"No one can know? Not even him?"
Ya Feiyu shook his head slightly and answered with certainty: "No."
The reason is quite simple. Although the people in this mountain forest are honest and the residents are mostly not bad people, they still need to be wary of someone accidentally leaking this information. If they do, it will be more difficult to take action. More importantly, their location will also be easily revealed.
They must not let anyone know their exact hiding place, especially the disciples of Qing Shen Pavilion.
Having grasped the key point, Ye Chi quickly understood. He obediently lay on Ya Feiyu's lap, his arms crossed and resting on his chin, his eyes half-lowered, and said, "So, Master means you want to help that man?"
Ya Feiyu gently scratched the back of his neck: "The main purpose is not to help him, but to find the Qing Shen Music Score. Helping him is just a side effect."
Ye Chi squinted his eyes in enjoyment: "So, what does Master intend to do?"
Since Ya Feiyu was willing to discuss this matter with him, it meant that he already had a general plan in mind, although it wasn't perfect, it was already close to completion. Ye Chi only needed to follow Ya Feiyu's plan.
"It's very simple. I think dealing with those Qing Shen Pavilion disciples won't require too much effort..."
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