Chapter Seventy-Six: Will Master...?
The sound had barely faded when Ye Chi sprang forward like lightning. The next second, a violent explosion erupted from the silent darkness. Ye Chi squinted and saw a deep crater where they had stood, with thick black energy swirling around it like a predator surveying its territory. A chilling wind swept down his spine, chilling him to the bone. Ye Chi involuntarily swallowed, staring blankly at the figure. The black-robed demonic cultivator remained unmoved. The visibly lethal black energy swirled around him like a docile pet. Ye Chi glanced closer and saw that the demonic cultivator's robes only covered the upper half of his face, revealing a bizarrely curved smile on his lower face, looking directly in Ye Chi's direction. This smile inexplicably brought back memories of the horror movies that had haunted his childhood.
"Damn it, he's clearly a living person, but he looks like a ghost." Ye Chi thought with disgust, his brows furrowed, radiating an aura of repulsion. The demonic cultivator chuckled twice, the sound echoing in the empty space, creating a melodious resonance. The strangely ethereal laughter, once it returned, was chilling enough without any special processing. Moreover, the demonic cultivator's laughter didn't sound like a normal human voice at all.
"Don't be so nervous," the demonic cultivator said, seemingly in a good mood. His voice was hoarse, like a broken gong, producing an unpleasant tone. "Fellow cultivators have come from afar. As the host, shouldn't I treat you well?"
"What a fucking shameless person," Ye Chi spat under his breath, his face darkening as he cursed, "Who said we're compatriots?"
His voice was low, yet still easily audible. The demonic cultivator, despite being insulted, showed no anger whatsoever. Compared to the three tense figures, this demonic cultivator seemed remarkably relaxed, as if he harbored no ill will towards them and was merely passing by. He smiled, demonic energy seemingly flowing from his fingertips, and casually said, "Aren't you my compatriots...? I thought... you were with that young man who came in earlier."
Suddenly, the demonic cultivator flashed and teleported in front of Ye Chi in the blink of an eye. The latter was caught off guard and took a few steps back in fright. Seeing Ye Chi's retreating posture, the demonic cultivator's smile widened. He played with the demonic energy between his fingers as if it were something harmless and interesting. "After all, you have his aura on you."
Ye Chi's brow twitched: "Did someone else come in here before?"
"Of course!" The demonic cultivator chuckled and spilled out everything he had seen. "A young man in white, very handsome, with both demonic and spiritual energy, but he seems to have killed quite a few people."
He tilted his head, and the hood that covered his eyebrows and eyes swayed lightly with the movement. Ye Chi glanced at him briefly and then stopped in astonishment—this demonic cultivator seemed to have no eyes.
The purpose of a hood is to cover the eyebrows and eyes, but the demonic cultivator in front of us had nothing under his hood.
But he didn't care about all that and pressed on, "Black hair, silver eyes?"
The demonic cultivator didn't answer directly, instead feigning deep thought and dawdling for several seconds. This short time was agonizing for Ye Chi, who desperately wanted to pry open the cultivator's smiling mouth and force him to reveal everything he knew. He clearly remembered what the so-called "young man in white" looked like; this pretense was merely a ploy to whet his appetite and satisfy his own perverse pleasure. Such blatant perversion was obvious to anyone with eyes, yet he deliberately acted this way. It's no wonder that demonic cultivators are ostracized and despised by the cultivation world; it's not entirely without reason. A somber, premonition like the calm before a storm shone in Ye Chi's dark eyes. Of course, Ya Feiyu wasn't included among this group of wicked individuals.
Under Ye Chi's increasingly gloomy gaze, the demonic cultivator finally "remembered" something, and exaggeratedly clasped his hands together: "Ah, I remember now!"
Ye Chi was getting anxious, but then the demonic cultivator suddenly changed his tone and stared at him with ill intent—if he had eyes.
"But why should I tell you?"
"You cultivators are all the same. You get things from me, and not only are you ungrateful, you even try to kill me to silence me." He hypocritically wiped away "tears." "Many of my compatriots have died at the hands of you cunning bastards! You are all hypocrites, even more shameful than demonic cultivators!"
"Aren't you insulting yourself too?" Ye Chi was speechless.
"Didn't you attack us first? It's understandable that we're wary of you."
The demonic cultivator pondered for a moment: "Hmm...that does seem to make sense. What should I do..."
Just then, a clear, cold voice rang out, like the gentle tinkling of a silver bell, instantly bringing Ye Chi back to his senses.
"Impermanence, stop fooling around, come back."
The black-hooded demonic cultivator known as "Wuchang" chuckled twice, then ignored Ye Chi and the others. His figure transformed into a wisp of black mist and flew towards the source of the voice. Ye Chi didn't care about anything else and looked towards the source of the voice. He saw a dark figure appear in the darkness at some point. Although the figure was dressed completely differently from the one who had come from there, Ye Chi still recognized him.
"Master!"
He immediately ran up to her and stopped not far in front of her, gazing longingly at the person he had been thinking about for so long.
Wu Chang hovered around Ya Feiyu, "Master, is this someone you know?"
With a blank expression, Ya Feiyu waved his hand, dismissing Wuchang. Wuchang immediately dispersed, fading into the darkness with a pitiful expression. The previously restless demonic energy in the air seemed to calm down a bit, slowly transforming into a still, undisturbed surface of water.
Tantai Wushuang and Mo Huanchen followed without prior arrangement, their faces showing concern.
"Master..." Ye Chi tried to organize his thoughts, but when his dark eyes met Ya Feiyu's seemingly empty silver eyes, he couldn't utter a single word. A thousand words choked on his lips, and he could only call out to him dryly.
Ya Feiyu lowered her eyes to look at him, nodded slightly, observed him for a moment, and then reached out to wipe the dust off his face.
"It's all dirty."
Ye Chi was slightly taken aback. Before he could come to his senses, Ya Feiyu's body temperature quickly disappeared, leaving only a faint warmth and a slight sweetness in his heart. He looked at Ya Feiyu and subconsciously touched the place Ya Feiyu had touched. For no reason, he felt his heart beating a little fast.
"How did you get here?" Ya Feiyu frowned slightly, looking at them disapprovingly. "It's dangerous here, don't you know that? How did you get in?"
Mo Huanchen pulled him aside and recounted the whole story in detail. Ya Feiyu's expression softened slowly, and after a long while, he sighed helplessly, "I should have sent a telepathic message to you."
Ye Chi grabbed his hem and stared intently at Ya Feiyu's attire, which was clearly different from before. It was a smart, black outfit, which did not match Ya Feiyu's usual ethereal style. He asked, "Is Master injured?"
Ya Feiyu's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to pause for a moment before slowly shaking his head: "No."
"Those clothes..."
“My old clothes were worn out,” Ya Feiyu said casually, her long eyelashes drooping, “so I got a new one.”
—But there are no clothes of this color and style in Ya Feiyu's wardrobe. Ye Chi did not say this aloud. Given his current status, he should not show too much knowledge about Ya Feiyu. He could only pretend to believe Ya Feiyu's words, nod slightly, and then add very considerately, "If Master is injured, you must tell your disciple."
A faint warmth seemed to linger in Ya Feiyu's eyes. "Mm."
"Master, how long have you been here?" Ye Chi changed the subject. "Is there an exit here?"
Ya Feiyu slowly shook his head: "Didn't find anything."
He looked back the way he had come. Even with torches, the corridor still looked somewhat dim and eerie. "The entrance here is a one-way street, and there are no other exits. All we can do now is go deeper into the area."
Ye Chi pursed his lips. "Then let's go."
Ya Feiyu glanced back at them, his silver eyes seeming to hold an unreadable expression, but he still didn't say anything. He turned around and led the way as if nothing had happened.
They left the empty space—it seemed to have once been a warehouse, but had been abandoned for a long time, the ground littered with scattered debris. At the far end of the warehouse was a large door that opened automatically as soon as they approached, without them even having to reach out to open it.
Ye Chi could sense that the demonic energy that had been lurking in the shadows, eyeing them menacingly, seemed to have gradually dissipated after Ya Feiyu arrived. The demonic energy was still there, but it was as if some invisible barrier had kept it all out, unable to get close to them at all, let alone affect them.
Ye Chi did not want to speculate too much about Ya Feiyu, but these strange phenomena made him unable to feel completely at ease.
Crow's words...would you...?
He was now taller than Ya Feiyu, and he lowered his eyes to gaze at Ya Feiyu's profile. Ya Feiyu seemed unaware of his gaze, so Ye Chi became somewhat unrestrained and looked into his eyes. They were still as clear and bright as before, but... it seemed that something really was different...
This feeling was very strange. He could vaguely sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Ye Chi couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He was lost in thought when Ya Feiyu noticed his gaze and turned to look at him.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Chi was stunned for a moment, and was somewhat dazed. He shook his head: "...It's nothing."
He suddenly remembered.
In the later part of the original work, Ya Feiyu abandoned his clean white clothes and always appeared in a black robe.
Because even if blood splatters on clothes, it won't look dirty.
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