Chapter Ninety-Three: Deserves Death
"Little beauty, you should know that I mean you no harm." Those murky eyes darted around, landing on Ya Feiyu with a hint of mockery. Her snow-white clothes were stained with a sticky, rusty red, making the purest color blend easily into the darkness. Ya Feiyu pursed her lips, her pale face covered in fine beads of sweat. A white silk ribbon hung precariously from her ears, swaying precariously. Ya Feiyu had no choice but to keep her eyes tightly shut. Even the slightest movement could trigger the shackles binding her limbs; the excessively long chains dangled to her feet, making Ya Feiyu appear even more like a caged beast unable to escape.
Elder Yun held a long whip covered in iron spikes in one hand, his eyes slightly narrowed. His tone was sweet as honey, carrying a seductive malice as he tried to lure the wretched beast into his trap: "As long as you obediently follow me, I won't treat you like this. I know your useless husband can't give you a life of luxury, but I can give you what he can't. Look at your pitiful eyes. He can't cure you, but it's a piece of cake for me. So, do you want to come with me?"
After he finished speaking, there was only silence and the faint smell of blood in the air. He seemed to be in a good mood and did not urge Ya Feiyu to respond. However, he would occasionally flick the long whip against the ground with ill intent, making a loud sound as it hit the ground. To Ya Feiyu, it sounded like a death knell, and each sound made him tremble slightly.
Seeing his reaction, Elder Yun was even more satisfied. He leaned down and forcefully grabbed Ya Feiyu's chin, carefully examining his face, which could be described as being both divinely and morally reprehensible: "If you don't want to, that's fine too. A beautiful and promising person like you would be good as a furnace for alchemy, hehe... I just don't know how long your body can last."
"……don't want."
He spoke, his voice trembling, as if he were about to sob. Elder Yun curled his lips into a smile, deliberately bringing his mouth close to Ya Feiyu's, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Don't want what?"
The next second, the smell of blood suddenly became even stronger. Elder Yun stared wide-eyed in astonishment at Ya Feiyu, only to see warm blood splattered on the seemingly frail young man's face. Beneath his long eyelashes were a pair of extremely cold silver eyes. In an instant, as if he suddenly understood something, all the color drained from his face, and he could only utter half a sentence before it caught in his throat: "Ya Feiyu—"
A short dagger pierced his throat.
Dirty blood splattered out, landing on Ya Feiyu's pale face. He tore off the white silk, shook off the blood on the dagger, and glanced at him casually, as if he were a grim reaper taking lives.
Elder Yun was still glaring at him resentfully, but he couldn't utter a single word, only letting out soft, unpleasant sobs. Ya Feiyu sneered and kicked the obstructive body aside.
"I never imagined that such a large sect as Qing Shen Pavilion would harbor a scoundrel like you." He said coldly, feigning pity as he half-squatted down to meet those bloodshot eyes. "Such a secluded place makes it easy for you to commit crimes. So, guess how long it will take before anyone discovers your corpse?"
Elder Yun glared angrily, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces. Ya Feiyu laughed, the tip of his dagger suddenly pressed against his face, just a hair's breadth away from his cloudy eyeballs. The slightly unfocused pupils contracted in fear. Ya Feiyu seemed slightly bored and said, "Scum like you—"
"He deserves to go to hell more than anyone else."
"Click!"
A crisp sound rang out, then quickly disappeared into the darkness. Ya Feiyu slowly got up, looked around the small and somewhat gloomy space, and found several large jars in the corner.
A strange, putrid stench permeated the space, like the stench of rotting plants or flowers mixed with some kind of meat. To Ya Feiyu, this so-called "flesh" odor evoked a strange sense of familiarity, like…like—
The smell of a rotting human body.
As this thought suddenly arose, Ya Feiyu's heart tightened. Ignoring the filth, he opened the jar hidden behind cobwebs and dust. The instant the jar was opened, a strong, pungent stench assaulted his nostrils, making him almost dizzy. When he recovered, the jar was filled with blackened flesh and foul-smelling blood. Upon closer inspection, he noticed some yellowish-white solids inside—probably…bones.
Even though he was used to this kind of scene, Ya Feiyu was still disgusted. His face darkened, and he put the jar back on.
The jars were piled up almost one wall long. To prevent any mistakes, Ya Feiyu forced himself to open each one and check it. Without exception, they were all filled with the skeletons of dead people.
Ya Feiyu glanced at Elder Yun out of the corner of her eye, pursed her lips, and muttered to herself, "To die so easily is too good for him..."
...
Elder Yun, a highly respected figure in Qing Shen Pavilion, has disappeared, and no one knows where he is.
It is said that the mortal who was taken back for interrogation by Elder Yun returned seriously ill and is now bedridden. Even when asked, he is delirious and says he doesn't know anything. Sometimes, when he hears the name, he even shows fear and dread, which makes the disciples even more puzzled.
In their minds, Elder Yun was a gentle and kind person. Although as a discipline elder, he was bound to be resented by some disciples for disciplining students, it did not affect his good reputation among the disciples. How could this mortal be afraid of Elder Yun?
Perhaps it's just simple cowardice.
No one paid any attention to the mortal's behavior.
Although Elder Yun has disappeared, life must go on.
...
As dawn broke, the light filtered through the tent flap. Ya Feiyu squinted slightly, his fingertips trembling as he was awakened by the overly bright sunlight. Ye Chi happened to enter the tent at that moment. Seeing him move, he rushed over, took his slightly cool hand, and asked with concern, "Master, you're awake? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Ya Feiyu slowly shook his head. He was about to explain the situation to Ye Chi, but the curtain was lifted again the next second. A Ying ran in against the light, looking like she had come in a hurry, still panting: "Immortal Lord, are you alright? I came as soon as I heard the news. Is the Immortal Lord sick?"
Seeing her arrive, Ya Feiyu had no choice but to feign weakness again, rubbing her temples and saying, "It's nothing, I took a nap and I'm feeling better now."
Aying frowned slightly and handed a delicate little porcelain bottle to Ye Chi: "This is the medicine my senior sister gave me when I was sick before. It's very useful. Although I don't know what the Immortal Lord's condition is, taking medicine will definitely make you feel better than not taking it!"
Ya Feiyu smiled wryly, "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."
Aying leaned closer to the bedside and let out a heavy sigh: "Qingshen Pavilion has been a bit chaotic lately."
Ye Chi raised an eyebrow. The chaos within Qing Shen Pavilion was exactly what he and Ya Feiyu wanted, and it was the purpose of their plan. However, he hadn't interacted much with others recently, spending most of his time rushing back to find Ya Feiyu after finishing his own tasks. The crisscrossing wounds on his body when he returned couldn't be faked. Although he explained that he wasn't seriously injured, Ye Chi was still very nervous and forbade him from taking on any more missions for a while.
Aying seemed slightly tired. She told the two of them everything that had happened during this time. After listening, Ye Chi had already made a judgment in his mind. He glanced at Ya Feiyu casually, but the latter did not seem to notice his gaze. So Ye Chi also looked away and chatted with Aying for a few more words until he heard the Qing Shen Pavilion disciples calling Aying from outside before she left.
Ye Chi looked at Ya Feiyu, gently pulling off a corner of the white silk, and met a pair of clear silver eyes. He smiled, appearing harmless, but the question he asked was as sharp as a sword to Ya Feiyu: "Did Master do something to that elder?"
Ya Feiyu never intentionally revealed his bloodthirsty and brutal side to Ye Chi—this was Ya Feiyu's only remaining thought. Aside from a few times when he couldn't suppress his inner demons due to the influence of the Blood Jade Demon Pearl, his image in front of Ye Chi was always that of aloof and unapproachable beauty. But the soul residing in this body was not a pure and clean one, but a tyrannical soul with hands stained with sin.
He pursed his lips, his long eyelashes drooping, and did not respond. He was afraid that Ye Chi would find out what had happened, afraid that he would see the blood-soaked corpse, and afraid that Ye Chi would look at him with fear or rejection.
This is his salvation in this life; how can we let him see his ugliest side?
But he really wasn't good at lying. Ye Chi seemed to be able to see through his heart. Every time he lied, he was met with Ye Chi's knowing look. Ye Chi could always see through him easily. In front of Ye Chi, he was so clumsy in trying to hide himself. He seemed a little too naive and foolish.
Just like now.
A faint smile played on Ye Chi's lips. He completely tore off the white silk, meeting the gaze of those eyes that couldn't hide anything. Then, he slowly moved closer and kissed the corner of Ya Feiyu's eye. This tender and careful gesture startled Ya Feiyu. He stared blankly at Ye Chi, who smiled slightly and said, "Master's eyes are filled with fear and avoidance."
"What is Master afraid of? What is he afraid to say to his disciple?" He was very close, their breaths mingling, so close that Ye Chi's breath hitched slightly. He had never felt that such a distance was too intimate before, but now he felt that there was no longer any barrier between them.
So his brows and eyes relaxed slightly, and he gradually calmed down.
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