Chapter Eleven: Master...cried?
If the person standing here now were Ya Feiyu from his past life, he would probably have already begun to question himself.
Am I just being too suspicious, which is why I feel there's something strange about my brother?
Look closely, isn't he no different from any other teenager? The way people look at each other can be deliberately misinterpreted. Perhaps it's just our own hearts that make us feel that even a child's gaze is impure?
How many seven or eight-year-old boys can be so precocious, developing feelings of love and hate at such a young age?
But the one standing here now is not the Ya Feiyu from his previous life.
Having lived through two lifetimes, the resentment of his past life had taken root in his heart, eroding out holes that were difficult to heal. Whenever he paid attention to it, he would feel a deep pain welling up from the deepest part of his heart, a pain that he could not ignore or forget, the pain and bloodshed that accompanied him along the way.
Does being reborn mean you can abandon everything and return to the place that rightfully belongs to you?
How is that possible?
How could that be...
A torrent of thoughts surged within him, like a tidal wave, and the dormant demons within seemed to stir slightly. Ya Feiyu could only grit his teeth; all he could do now was cowardly close his eyes. As long as he could no longer see the couple's murky eyes and feel the little boy's malicious gaze, he could pretend that none of it existed.
He spoke, suppressing his emotions, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.
Ye Chi's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I have now severed ties with my past life. Your affairs in the mortal world are no longer my concern." He spoke in a deep voice, like the bright moon on the cliff, which no matter how hard one tries to reach it, one can only catch a sliver of its light. "I am very grateful for your kindness in raising me. If you have anything you want, just say so."
He finally couldn't help but open his eyes. The Li couple looked at him, trying to see some soft heart, some trace of a mortal—but there was nothing, nothing at all.
Her silvery-white eyes were empty.
Both of them were taken aback. After all, they had raised him for so many years; to say that they had no feelings for him at all would seem rather heartless.
What they didn't expect was that Ya Feiyu could be even more ruthless than them.
Mrs. Li, her withered hand trembling, reached out, trying to get closer to Ya Feiyu, but only saw a sharp sword light flash by, leaving a deep mark on the ground. Ya Feiyu held the sword in his hand, and the divine sword called Danqing flowed with silver light, like silver sand falling.
"Don't come any closer."
Ya Feiyu almost lost control of his turbulent emotions.
He felt as if something was stuck deep in his throat, neither going up nor down. He didn't know how to describe it, but he felt extremely uncomfortable.
Mr. Li stopped his unsteady wife, his eyes already red and swollen, his aged voice sounding as if he were about to faint. He pointed at his nose and cursed, "You ungrateful wretch! You ungrateful wretch! What a disgrace to our family!!!"
It felt as if an arrow had pierced my heart.
Suddenly, Ya Feiyu felt as if her vision had become blurred and she could no longer see clearly. She only felt a dull ache in her heart.
I can't say it, but it hurts so much.
Just then, my icy hand was gently enveloped by another, slightly warmer warmth.
Ya Feiyu looked down in surprise. Ye Chi was placing his hand on the back of Ya Feiyu's hand, not with much force, but with a kind of inexplicable respect, as if he was afraid of disturbing him, but couldn't help but disturb him.
Seeing that he had no intention of pulling his hand away, Ye Chi relaxed a little, pried open his tightly clenched fingers one by one, and warmed them in his palm.
The warmth emanating from him was so comforting. Ya Feiyu lowered her eyes and gently scratched his palm with her fingertips. When she looked up at the couple again, her gaze had become resolute and cold: "If you two have any needs, you are welcome to come to me. I have other matters to attend to and cannot keep you company."
After saying that, he left behind only a cold and lonely figure, and disappeared from everyone's sight in a flash.
The bustling streets flashed past him like phantoms. When Ye Chi came to his senses, he was already standing on a deserted street corner. A few steps ahead was a dense forest. There was hardly anyone around. The wind blew across the barren land, desolate and bleak.
That wave of goodwill I just received was really timely. Ye Chi thought to himself with a sense of satisfaction. Just as he was about to look up, he suddenly caught sight of a glistening tear in the corner of his eye. The crystal tear was shining brightly in the sunlight.
...No way?
After realizing what he had seen, Ye Chi felt no joy or scheming at discovering the villain's weakness; his mind was filled with only one thought—
Will he be silenced?
So he mechanically looked up and was hit in the face by warm liquid.
Ya Feiyu seemed unaware that she was shedding tears, a stark contrast to her usual self. Her eyes, which always shone like a clear moon in the night sky, were now misty with the light of dawn. The moon doesn't disappear even during the day; it's simply obscured by the brighter sunlight, so no one sees it, no one notices it.
Just like the fragility of Ya Feiyu.
Whether in the book or outside the book, to everyone, Ya Feiyu is a synonym for power. His appearance is like that of ice, and his soul is so cold that he would shed tears and feel sad.
But ice melts.
Even the coldest ice, once melted, becomes a soft pool of water.
Ye Chi felt his heart skip a beat, then began to pound violently, asserting its presence. For a moment, even breathing steadily felt like a luxury.
He panicked.
He actually panicked.
He actually panicked over a character in a novel.
For a moment, the atmosphere froze.
"Elder Tianxue?" It was Xu Miaomiao's voice behind him. Ye Chi looked up as if he had seen a savior. Cen Dao and the others had come out of the inn at some point, a large group of young cultivators.
"Elder Tianxue, we just heard a commotion and came over, but nothing happened..." Cen Dao stopped mid-sentence, his expression turning to one of terror, his lips pressed tightly together.
Ya Feiyu turned her head to look, her tearful eyes clearly visible against the midday sun.
Speechless, the crowd exchanged glances and fell silent.
Even without verbal communication, the boys exchanged intense glances throughout. Cen Dao's expression was priceless: "Brother Ye, what's going on?!"
Ye Chi's eyes widened in alarm: You're asking me? How would I know?!
Xu Miaomiao's gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment before she resolutely joined the conversation: Elder Tianxue, what is this...?
Cen Dao and Ye Chi immediately tensed up, their eyes conveying the same message: Don't say it!!!
Shen Rong, the only one present skilled in telepathy: ...
She'd better not join.
Just then, Ya Feiyu seemed to finally realize something was wrong. He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye, and his gaze lingered strangely on his sleeve for a moment—it was stained with tears, which had spread out in a small dark stain without any mercy.
He's...crying?!
In front of so many people... in front of his own apprentice, in front of all his disciples?!
She cried?!
Ye Chi, being the closest, noticed the subtle changes in Ya Feiyu's expression as a sensitive young man. At first, he was stunned, then surprised, and finally... a cold aura emanated from him, creating an atmosphere of tension.
"I'm doomed." Ye Chi thought with a death-defying resolve: "This time it might not be real; am I going to be silenced?"
The terrifying pressure emanating from Ya Feiyu lasted for quite some time, during which naturally no one dared to speak. After about two or three minutes, Ya Feiyu seemed to have composed himself and returned to his indifferent demeanor. The tear stains on his face had disappeared, leaving only slightly red corners of his eyes to indicate what had just happened.
He flicked his sleeve and said calmly, "Let's go, let's move on."
Xu Miaomiao subconsciously asked, "Elder, has everything been resolved?"
On their way here, they stopped passersby and asked them a few questions, getting a fairly good idea of what had happened. Ya Feiyu had driven away the demonic cultivators, and the old man who had led all the villagers in capturing cultivators for sacrifice was dead. On the surface, things seemed to be over; the villagers could return to their daily lives, and Jinyu City would soon be back to its former glory…
But this is just a superficial illusion.
Everyone present could see that the hidden dangers had not been eradicated. They had only driven away the demonic cultivators, but had not cleaned up the various demonic energies left behind. Although the impact on the residents of Jinyu City would not be as great as before, it was still impossible to let them truly return to their daily lives.
Demonic energy will attract lurking demons in the surrounding area. If they are small, you can ask a cultivator to deal with them. But if you accidentally attract some big demons... then you're doomed.
A compassionate healer like Xu Miaomiao would naturally not want to see a group of innocent mortals suffering in misery.
Ya Feiyu did indeed have ulterior motives in this regard.
The residents who remain in Jinyu City today are mostly loyal to the elders and are unconditionally obedient to the demonic cultivators. They will stop at nothing to get what they want, so how could they possibly give up a big fish they have already caught just because of Ya Feiyu's intimidation?
For the residents, as long as disaster hasn't befallen them, nothing they say will change their minds.
The human heart can swallow the whole world.
That's why Ya Feiyu was so indifferent; on the one hand, he knew it would be useless to help, and on the other hand, he was also driven by a selfish desire for revenge.
The fact that he didn't personally harm the elderly couple doesn't mean he was truly merciful.
His hands are already stained with the blood and flesh of innocent people, so he doesn't need these few more to be his stepping stones.
Ya Feiyu merely cast a detached glance at Xu Miaomiao, who paused slightly, realizing she had said something she shouldn't have, and obediently shut her mouth, falling to the back of the line. Cen Dao frowned imperceptibly, took a few steps forward, and conveniently blocked Xu Miaomiao behind him.
"Master has his own considerations, so Senior Sister, please don't worry too much," Ye Chi said with a smile. "Master would never wrongly harm any innocent person."
"Right, Master?"
A chill suddenly crept up my back.
Ya Feiyu lowered her long eyelashes and glanced at him indifferently.
Their eyes met.
One person stands in the sunlight, and the other stands in the shade of the trees.
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