Chapter Fifty-Two: The Master is Laughable, the Disciple is a Complete Fool
Ye Chi barely dodged it, watching helplessly as the thick black gas swept past him. He glanced to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the demonic energy burst through the wall behind him; his pupils contracted slightly. He reacted swiftly, avoiding the attack that would unleash demonic energy, and jogged forward, grabbing Ya Feiyu's slender wrist. "Master, let's go, it's not safe here..."
Before the word "all" was even finished, the sound abruptly stopped. Ya Feiyu looked at him, her pupils a blood-red hue, and Ye Chi realized that the demonic energy wasn't swirling around him, but rather emanating from him directly!
Oh no, I can't get too close to him!
Ye Chi quickly retreated, intending to leave the room and take the unconscious Lloyd with him. Seeing his retreat, Ya Feiyu, who had been motionless, slowly began to move. The golden feather in his hand was now tainted by demonic energy, its surface turning a dull, murky gray. He slowly raised it, brought it to his lips, and gently blew on it, a sharp phoenix cry resounding through the sky.
The scattered demonic energy lingered for a moment, then flew towards Ya Feiyu as if it had a soul. Outside the palace, Vina stared blankly at the demonic energy that had suddenly disappeared around her. Her hand holding the sword loosened slightly, but then she gripped it even tighter.
Something seems off.
His physical strength had just reached its limit, and every movement was a huge drain on him. He almost thought he was going to die there, but he didn't. The demonic energy inexplicably receded, but this was clearly not right.
With his thin lips slightly pursed, he couldn't help but look in the direction of the palace.
The cry of some unknown species came from the palace. Even those in the capital city, some distance away from the palace, could hear it clearly. Demonic energy seemed to be gathering and converging on that spot. Could it be... some kind of signal?
He was naturally uneasy. His father should still be in the palace evacuating people. He hadn't seen him yet, and Ye Chi was also running towards the palace. Everything seemed to point to clues, telling him that the answers to all the mysteries could be found in the palace.
He is a person who always seeks the truth in everything. Now that the problem is clearly laid out before him, what reason does he have not to pursue it?
After settling the wounded, Vena picked up his sword and, using his light-footed skills, leaped towards the palace.
...
Depend on……
Ye Chi sensed that the surrounding demonic energy seemed to be getting denser. With Lloyd on his shoulder, he could only wield his sword with one hand, making it inconvenient to swing it while carrying someone on his shoulder. After blocking for a while, Ye Chi keenly sensed that the surrounding demonic energy seemed to be getting stronger, and he could no longer stay here.
He slashed away the incoming demonic energy with his sword, looked around for a moment, and then ran back the way he came.
Ya Feiyu seemed to sense Ye Chi's intention to escape. His demonic energy surged suddenly, and his fingertips trembled slightly. At the same time, the Danqing Sword beside Ye Chi emitted a soft hum. Ye Chi turned his head and saw that the sword was radiating an eerie crimson light. Ye Chi was startled and immediately asked, "What's wrong?!"
The connection between the sword spirit and him seemed to be obstructed by something; the response Ye Chi heard was fragmented: "Master...summons..."
The next second, the Danqing Sword changed direction and flew behind Ye Chi. Ye Chi glanced away and saw that the sword had already returned to Ya Feiyu's hand. In the blink of an eye, the blade was tainted by demonic energy, changing from a pure, almost reflective silver-white to a dark, indistinct color even when stained with blood. The spirit sword seemed to have been transformed into a demonic sword as well. Ye Chi couldn't help but mourn for himself for a few seconds—the sword follows its master, and in Ya Feiyu's current state, he probably couldn't save him alone.
He decided to stop worrying about it; his own survival was the most important thing. He walked to the corner of the stairs, but the path in front of him was blocked by dense demonic energy.
He'd be reckless to charge in like that; with such a concentration of demonic energy, he'd probably be torn to shreds the moment he entered. Ye Chi turned to look out the window, steeled his resolve, and decided to break through the fragile glass, plummeting from the height.
"Holy crap—" He hadn't expected the ground below to be so high. His mind raced, and after regaining his senses, he quickly channeled his inner energy and landed steadily using his lightness skill. He didn't even have time to wipe the cold sweat from his brow before he started running forward without stopping.
The palace gates were right in front of him when the demonic cultivators swarmed forward. Ye Chi barely managed to dodge one, and with a quick glance, he realized there were at least twenty or thirty demonic cultivators here—too many to count on two hands. He hadn't really noticed their presence when he arrived, and had been wondering why they were so well-behaved. Turns out, they were all waiting for him here!
Ye Chi was already exhausted, and continuing to hide like this would only lead to a slow death.
Unfortunately, Ya Feiyu came out with him at that moment.
"Heaven is going to destroy me." Ye Chi wiped the blood from his lips, his expression defiant. He raised his sword, the tip pointing directly at Ya Feiyu's throat. The master and disciple were separated by a considerable distance. In his dying moments, he actually laughed out loud: "Ya Feiyu! Come and kill me!"
"Kill me, and you'll become a ruthless demon who slaughters everyone in the cultivation world, only to be killed by the male protagonist!"
"Go ahead and kill me?!"
His gaze turned extremely sinister in an instant, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair, roaring with resentment, wanting to drag the culprit in front of him into the deepest hell as well.
Ya Feiyu remained unmoved, his crimson eyes still expressionless as he looked over.
Like a god devoid of joy or sorrow, easily judging the life and death of ants, Ye Chi watched, feeling increasingly sorry for them.
It's not that I feel pathetic, but rather that such nonsensical language is truly pathetic.
He chuckled at his own thoughts, bursting into laughter amidst the solemn scene. Then, he went mad, his laughter growing increasingly manic and hysterical until tears streamed down his face. He stared at the blood-red sky, at the slowly drifting clouds, as if glaring at the lofty Dao of Heaven. He thought with a mixture of resentment and injustice, "Why?"
Why is it that despite his efforts, Ya Feiyu's life is still being arbitrarily controlled and altered by the cruel laws of Heaven?
He couldn't help but complain again. He glared at those crimson eyes, which were now murky and clouded. The once clear, mirror-like silver eyes had turned red and were so turbid that they could no longer reflect anyone's image. Like a puppet, no matter how beautiful or real it was, it was not a living thing. In the end, it was just a plaything whose life was being manipulated at will.
Those onlookers, having had their fill of the spectacle, casually left a comment or two and then departed with a flourish.
No one cared about the fate of a plaything or a clown on stage. He rotted away silently in the shadows. Even if someone occasionally stopped to look at him and cast a few insignificant glances, it was nothing more than a few light words of pity. In this way, his life was simply denied, his past was buried, and his future was ruined.
He wasn't unaware of how Ya Feiyu was struggling against the will of Heaven.
Each time he forcibly pulled back to consciousness from the brink of demonic possession, he could see the perseverance and indomitable spirit of this "character in the book".
...How silly.
Ye Chi suddenly seemed to have released all his strength, and a light, airy laugh escaped his lips.
He was mocking Ya Feiyu's ridiculous perseverance, and also laughing at his own foolishness.
Ya Feiyu slowly approached him, her steps deliberate, whether intentional or not, Ye Chi no longer cared. A smile of near-relief graced his face as he looked at the approaching Ya Feiyu, his voice soft, audible only to the two of them: "Ya Feiyu, you really are like a puppet."
"I was foolish too. I knew perfectly well that you were a character in a book, but I still wanted to change your fate. I truly treated you as a human being."
"But you cannot defy the will of Heaven, just as I cannot escape my fate."
He blinked, his eyes seemingly glistening with tears: "I'm going to die, are you too?"
Just three steps away.
The sword in Ya Feiyu's hand emitted a crimson light, and his blood-red eyes seemed to flash with killing intent. Ye Chi lowered his eyelashes; his body was already at its last gasp, and even if he could escape, where could he go?
When Ye Chi arrived, he used a sword, a small sword condensed from Ya Feiyu's spiritual power. The sword he used was a low-grade spiritual sword. The Linglong Sword was still kept in a corner of Tianxue Peak as a hidden artifact. Even if he could escape, he couldn't get very far and wouldn't be able to leave the Sea Palace.
The Sea Palace is surrounded by the sea and located deep in the ocean. If you don't know the way, you will definitely get lost. He didn't want to fly into the Demon Realm or the Monster Realm.
Just then, a blue spiritual stream swept past Ya Feiyu's side. At the same time, the ground trembled violently. Ye Chi came to his senses and subconsciously grabbed Ya Feiyu to steady himself. He saw countless thick vines suddenly shoot out from the ground and bind all the demonic cultivators.
Are you alright?
A familiar figure ran over—it was Vina. Ye Chi was still holding Ya Feiyu in his arms and had no time to respond. He was distracted by the person in his arms, who had also fainted at some point and was lying obediently in his arms.
Ye Chi helped him carefully move to sit down against the wall. He looked at the Danqing Sword in Ya Feiyu's hand; it was no longer flashing red light. Then he looked at Ya Feiyu's other hand, where something was tightly clenched, refusing to let go. He struggled for a long time before finally prying open Ya Feiyu's fingers. In his palm was a golden feather, of unknown origin. Ye Chi was stunned. Was this a Heavenly Feather?
No wonder I heard a phoenix cry back then, and after that cry, all the demonic energy gathered here.
He sighed helplessly. So that's why Ya Feiyu had left the group to find this. He looked around and, seeing that no one was looking their way, Ye Chi quietly put away the Heavenly Feather.
If Ya Feiyu wants to find it, he must have his own reasons, so he shouldn't do anything unnecessary.
Just then, a light footstep sounded. Ye Chi looked up and saw a graceful figure with a smile on her face; it was none other than Ya Feiyou.
It turns out she was the one who planted those vines.
Ya Feiyou chuckled and poked Ya Feiyu's cheek, saying, "You should thank me. If it weren't for my magic that made him faint, you would have been stabbed by him."
Ye Chi instinctively hugged Ya Feiyu, watching her warily without saying a word.
Ya Feiyou raised an eyebrow: "So possessive of your food?"
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