Chapter Sixty-One: The Second Reborn
This little incident, of course, went unnoticed by anyone.
Ya Feiyu was only stunned for a moment before quickly releasing her grip, and Mo Huanchen slammed down heavily. He braced himself with his hands on the ground, slowly rising, wiping the dust from his face, his dark eyes fixed on Ya Feiyu, as if trying to discern something from her. Ultimately, for reasons unknown, Mo Huanchen stepped aside, his expression also concealing itself, as if they were truly meeting for the first time. From an outsider's perspective, naturally, no clues could be discerned.
The clamor of the host was completely blocked out by Ya Feiyu. He and Mo Huanchen exchanged glances, their eyes meeting, both seemingly seeing something in each other's gazes. Mo Huanchen was slightly taken aback, looking into those silver eyes that were all too familiar—and seeing a hint of unfamiliarity within them.
He had never seen Ya Feiyu sober.
In his past life, he was bewitched by his inner demons and fell into the demonic path. Influenced by his inner demons, he was in a daze. His occasional moments of not going crazy were just a facade. His eyes were always as murky as swamp, filled with unyielding despair and pain.
Mo Huanchen had looked into those silver eyes countless times, and wondered countless times if those eyes would be especially beautiful when they were awake.
Like the frozen pool water in the frosty snow, beneath the ice lies crystal clear water.
But such a small wish was never fulfilled in my previous life.
When he awoke after his death, he still thought Ya Feiyu looked the same as in his previous life. After inquiring around, he learned that Ya Feiyu was now still the peak master of Tianxue Peak, the famous Tianxue Venerable, with two disciples by his side—now there are three. Mo Huanchen still thought that his past life was just a very long dream. If it weren't for the scar on his face, he probably would have really thought so.
Upon learning that the Lingshan Sword Tournament had begun, he immediately packed his bags. Just as Ya Feiyu had predicted, he had no sword and had walked here step by step, taking an unknown amount of time to arrive. However, he did not feel tired at all. As long as he could see Ya Feiyu, his master from his previous life, his salvation, and his god, he felt completely at ease.
Only when he saw Ya Feiyu sitting down on the high platform did Mo Huanchen's heart, which had been hanging in suspense since his rebirth, finally settle down. Those silver eyes were, just as he had imagined, clear and pure.
He knew that Ya Feiyu recognized him. Ya Feiyu knew him well, and he knew Ya Feiyu well. In his previous life, Ya Feiyu was mostly silent, and even when he did speak, it was mostly indistinct babbling. Mo Huanchen had developed the skill to know what Ya Feiyu was thinking just by looking into his eyes, and that skill still applied today.
The host announced the end of the pre-match competition. Ya Feiyu lifted her leg to leave, but before she did, she glanced back at Mo Huanchen, her expression revealing her true feelings. Mo Huanchen paused slightly. It wasn't Ya Feiyu's turn to go on stage yet. He looked around and, finding no one watching them, followed her.
Just then, an extremely intense gaze caught Mo Huanchen's attention.
In his past life, he had worked on the edge of a knife, so he was extremely sensitive to the gazes of others. He suddenly looked up and gazed in the direction of the high platform—that gaze was coming from there.
Upon closer inspection, he saw a young man staring intently at him.
Mo Huanchen glanced around again and saw the young man standing next to where Ya Feiyu had been sitting. He understood immediately. This was probably Ya Feiyu's disciple who had suddenly appeared in his life. What was his name... Ye something? Ye Chi? Ye Chi? Never mind, it doesn't matter.
So he withdrew his gaze and followed Ya Feiyu outside the venue.
Ye Chi was unaware that he had been categorized as "unimportant" by Mo Huanchen. This person had left with his master, and alarm bells rang in Ye Chi's mind. He desperately wanted to chase after them and catch them, but judging from his master's attitude, the two seemed to know each other. Moreover, the conference was about to begin, and he couldn't just run around. He could only stand there unwillingly.
However, his gaze kept drifting in the direction they had left.
What exactly is their relationship...?
Cultivators have excellent eyesight, and Ye Chi, after breaking through to the Golden Core stage, has a deep understanding of this. During their fight, Ye Chi keenly noticed Mo Huanchen's lip movements. The lip movements were intermittent, each word distinct, as if he was saying something. Ye Chi couldn't hear clearly because the surroundings were too noisy, but judging from the lip movements, it should only be a few words.
What could that be? A form of address?
Ye Chi fell into deep thought.
The original book provides very little description of Mo Huanchen's appearance, only mentioning that he has scars on his face and looks somewhat ferocious, without any further mention. After all, he's cannon fodder beside the villain, so even a description is good enough. Therefore, Ye Chi didn't recognize him immediately, but he did feel that this person was somewhat familiar.
Ye Chi rubbed his chin, trying hard to recall the names in his mind.
...
On the other end, outside the venue.
Far from the hustle and bustle, the area outside the venue was unexpectedly quiet. Snow fell all year round on the mountaintop, and snowflakes clung to Ya Feiyu's dark hair as he stood under a tree, watching Mo Huanchen follow him.
The latter knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Master."
“You don’t need to call me master.” Ya Feiyu helped him up and said, “I am not the Ya Feiyu who has fallen into demonic possession, nor did I rescue you from the mass grave.”
Mo Huanchen persisted, "I have served you my whole life, and I cannot change. Please do not drive me away."
Did this person... misunderstand something? Could it be that they think he doesn't want them anymore?
How could he possibly let go of such talent? Ya Feiyu had always wanted to investigate this matter thoroughly, and a qualified subordinate was exactly what he needed.
After a moment of silence, Ya Feiyu said, "...Then you should change how you address me."
Mo Huanchen looked up at him, a look of confusion flashing across his eyes. Ya Feiyu rubbed his temples with a headache and said, "I'm not some great demon in this life. What will other people think if they hear you calling me that?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Huanchen suddenly understood, but after hesitating and pondering for a long time, he still couldn't come up with a good address. So he humbly asked, "What should I call Master?"
"Just call me Elder, like everyone else."
"yes."
Ya Feiyu leaned against the tree trunk, looked up at him, and finally asked the question that had been nagging at her most. He slowly opened his lips and said, "You... also have memories of your past life, right?"
Mo Huanchen straightened his posture and nodded solemnly: "Yes."
Ya Feiyu was silent for a moment. He had been reborn, and Mo Huanchen had also been reborn. But who could guarantee that only the two of them had been reborn in this world? He thought of the demonic cultivator from before. His words revealed nothing but hatred for him. He had never done anything immoral in his life, which meant that... he might also be a reborn person.
Even if he wasn't a reincarnated person, he at least had some understanding of what he did in his previous life.
"Do you remember how you were reborn?" he asked.
Mo Huanchen answered honestly: "After I died, my soul wandered in a certain space."
"Space?" Ya Feiyu paused slightly, this seemed to be different from his rebirth process.
Mo Huanchen nodded: "I wandered in the completely black space for a long time, but I don't remember exactly how long. I only remember that one day, the space turned from pure black to pure white, and then... when I opened my eyes again, I was reborn."
Ya Feiyu nodded thoughtfully.
After his death, his soul was summoned by the Heavenly Dao. In a space constructed by the Heavenly Dao, he learned of his fate and identity, and was finally sent back to the beginning of the story.
Judging from Mo Huanchen's description, it seems that he... was not summoned by the Heavenly Dao?
Could it be that Mo Huanchen's rebirth was just a pure accident?
No, that's impossible.
The idea only flashed through Ya Feiyu's mind for a moment before he quickly dismissed it. Heaven could not tolerate such a huge oversight appearing before it. Ya Feiyu's rebirth could be said to be intentional. Mo Huanchen had no reason to be reborn inexplicably. It was possible that he accidentally came into contact with some kind of medium, and it was this medium that unexpectedly gave him the opportunity to be reborn.
However, there is no way to be reborn in this world.
At least in Ya Feiyu's previous life, such a forbidden technique didn't exist, or if it did, it wouldn't be complete. Moreover, the price to pay for such a forbidden technique is often exceptionally high; even if it truly existed, no one would intentionally use it. Mo Huanchen had no goals in his previous life, and his only reliance in this life was Ya Feiyu; he had no motivation to use the rebirth technique.
If it wasn't Mo Huanchen himself, then who could it be...?
Ya Feiyu originally thought that this rebirth would only be a chance for him to relive the process of going astray and being killed by the male protagonist. However, in this life, compared to his previous life, there seemed to be many more variables.
For example, in his previous life, he did not take on any disciples, and he had never heard of the names Ye Chi or Shi Bai.
For example, in his previous life, he never knew his identity as a member of the Tianyu clan until his death, and he never met his brothers from his previous life.
Ya Feiyu knew perfectly well that he was living in a storybook. In his previous life, he existed as the opposite of the male protagonist. His mission was simply to make the readers feel good and satisfied, nothing more.
But why has he avoided the chance of going mad with demonic possession countless times in his life, escaping death from the hands of demonic cultivators time and time again?
According to the original plot, he should have disappeared during the trip to Jinyu City.
But now, it's not him who's missing; instead, it's Cen Dao, the male protagonist. Ya Feiyu has never written a storybook, but he knows how troublesome it is to change an established plot. Few authors are willing to modify a pre-determined framework, especially since this storybook's plot should have ended long ago.
Logically, Heaven should try its best to fix the mistakes and omissions that have occurred, but the world is now in complete chaos compared to the original storyline, and Heaven has yet to take any action.
Why is this happening?
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