Chapter Sixty-Six: Master is in grave danger!
The place seemed to suddenly turn exceptionally cold, as if one were lying naked in an ice coffin, the chill penetrating to the bone, limbs suddenly powerless, stiff and unable to move an inch. Ye Chi's face was somewhat pale, his handsome face frozen white. He yanked hard on the reins, trying to leave this obviously strange place, but the horse suddenly became unruly, rearing up and neighing, then kicking as if possessed by a wild beast. Ye Chi bounced on the horse's back, looking around, but saw nothing that could frighten the horse.
Just as he was feeling something was amiss, before his thoughts could even process what was happening, the horse stirred again. After kicking, it began to run away, and no matter how Ye Chi tried to restrain it with the reins, it was all in vain. He could only watch helplessly as the frenzied horse ran further and further away until it disappeared into the depths of the thick fog. Visibility was decreasing, and for safety's sake, Ye Chi suddenly yanked the reins. He had to force the horse to stop now, but it was no use.
The horse, lurched by his tug, suddenly swung and threw him off its back before galloping away. Ye Chi lay on the snow, but fortunately, the thick snow prevented him from sustaining any serious injuries. Although he had minor abrasions, these were insignificant for a cultivator. He braced himself with his hands and slowly stood up, unsurprisingly unable to see anything.
He looked up and saw that the exceptionally lush trees stretched out on both sides of the path, allowing sunlight to penetrate, but not the thick fog. Ye Chi waved his hand, and the strange fog did not disperse at all, as if it had been an integral part of him from the beginning, tightly connected.
Out of a cultivator's instinct, Ye Chi also held his breath, who knew if this fog had any bad effects.
He brushed the snow off his knees and the hem of his clothes, and tried to shoot the firework arrow provided by the organizers into the sky—a distress signal. However, in this misty place, it was difficult for him to find an open spot. If the arrow hit a tree and the firework exploded, it might start a fire. After hesitating for a moment, Ye Chi decided not to use this method. He held the arrow in his hand, waiting to find a place with a slightly wider view before trying again.
If bows and arrows wouldn't work, then they'd use something more civilized. He and Ya Feiyu had established a communication link long ago; as long as they weren't too far apart or their spiritual energy was overloaded, they could generally communicate through telepathy. He closed his eyes and softly called out in his mind, "Master?"
His voice echoed, and after a few minutes, Ya Feiyu did not respond.
The sound transmission went directly into a person's consciousness, so there was no possibility of it not being heard. Moreover, Ya Feiyu did not have the malicious nature of not replying after reading. Ye Chi immediately had a bad feeling and his heart tightened. Just to be on the safe side, he called out several more times: "Master, can you hear me?"
"Master?"
"Master, it seems I've run into trouble."
There has still been no response.
This situation is really bad... Ye Chi opened his eyes again with a pale face, angrily cutting off the one-way communication. Ya Feiyu's concern for him was obvious to everyone, and everyone knew that Ya Feiyu would not ignore Ye Chi. Ye Chi, as the person involved, understood even more clearly. Now that even his master, who cared about him the most, had not responded, there were only two possibilities.
First, he got into trouble; second, Ya Feiyu got into trouble.
In short, whichever it is, it means he's in big trouble now.
...Tsk. Ye Chi propped his head up with his hand, his brows furrowing involuntarily. He didn't understand. He had finally found some peace and quiet, only to get into trouble again as soon as he left his sect. Why was it always either him or Ya Feiyu? Ya Feiyu was one thing; as the main antagonist of the entire book, countless key plot points in the original novel were closely related to him, so it was normal for him to encounter trouble. But what about him? An ordinary person who transmigrated into the book, an unknown little beggar, whose only special feature was being Ya Feiyu's disciple—why couldn't they spare him too?
Before, it was all because of Ya Feiyu, but this time, with Ya Feiyu not around, it's really aimed at him!
What kind of grudge could this be?!
...
Ya Feiyu actually heard it.
However, the current situation is not optimistic for him. Hearing Ye Chi's anxious voice in his mind, his eyelashes trembled involuntarily.
He could only pretend he hadn't heard for the time being.
The venue was completely silent. The purple mist of unknown origin contained some kind of hypnotic powder. Most of the cultivators present were unprepared and inhaled the potentially harmful gas into their nostrils, falling into a deep sleep. If Ya Feiyu hadn't been careful and held her breath, she would probably have become a guinea pig on the chopping block.
Mo Huanchen reacted quickly and made the same choice as Ya Feiyu. He was in a worse situation; he was already standing there, and pretending to be asleep meant he could only lie on the cold ground. But this might not be a bad thing. He cleverly hid under Ya Feiyu's chair, which was undoubtedly the best position to observe the whole situation. He didn't have a better option.
Everyone was asleep.
Ya Feiyu immediately sensed something was wrong. Who was this person who could so quietly infiltrate the center of the venue and cause trouble? And what was their motive for doing such a thing?
Thinking back to what had happened a few days ago, Ya Feiyu felt that the newcomers probably didn't have good intentions either.
Having spent his entire life as a villain living on the edge, Ya Feiyu's intuition was sometimes terrifyingly accurate. Almost the instant the thought crossed his mind, the purple mist suddenly became extremely viscous, the thick black gas mixed within carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down his spine. Ya Feiyu couldn't help but frown; the faint aura swirling around his fingertips seemed to linger, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
"Is the Lingshan Ancient Sword on this mountain?" a hoarse voice said, its tone unrecognizable. Judging from the tone of his voice, there seemed to be more than one person.
"If my memory serves me right, it's on this mountain." The other voice belonged to a boy, whose voice was still somewhat immature but not childish, suggesting he had passed puberty, Ya Feiyu thought to himself.
"Your memories? Are they reliable?" The hoarse voice scoffed. "You even told me that Ya Feiyu would become possessed by demons in your memories, and what happened?"
The boy choked for a moment, his voice tinged with annoyance: "It was bound to happen sooner or later!"
The man sneered, not taking the boy's angry words to heart. The demonic energy suddenly became denser, and Ya Feiyu felt a tightness in his heart. He guessed that the two people must have used demonic magic. At this point, the Blood Jade Demon Pearl's influence on him was no longer particularly great, but the aftereffects were still inevitable. His breathing became erratic for a moment.
Although it was only a fleeting moment, it still couldn't escape the exceptionally keen senses of the vigilant demonic cultivator.
"Someone is still awake."
The hoarse voice chuckled casually, its tone flippant as if saying, "What a lovely day," but the words themselves nearly took Ya Feiyu's breath away. A bead of cold sweat trickled uncontrollably down his forehead; he couldn't let it be noticed, at least not at this crucial moment…
The venue was full of unsuspecting cultivators. If he were discovered in such a place, rashly attacking them might accidentally harm innocent mortals. Those people were all demonic cultivators, and Ya Feiyu couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't consider the existence of others when they made their move. He was also unwilling to gamble with other people's lives on a gamble with no absolute chance of winning.
He could only remain calm and composed, close his eyes tightly, and hold his breath.
In the instant he inadvertently inhaled the air, he had already absorbed some of the drifting mist. Even though it wasn't much, he felt weak and powerless. In this state, he couldn't make a move rashly.
The boy paused for a moment, then his demonic energy surged suddenly: "Who's not asleep?"
The young man with the hoarse voice laughed: "With so many people here, do you think I'm that powerful, kid?"
The boy fell silent again, and a deadly silence slowly spread through the vast hall. The young man seemed completely unconcerned. Seeing that the boy was silent, he deliberately raised his voice, not intending to say it to anyone, but rather to announce it to the awakened one hidden in the crowd without any restraint.
"But it doesn't matter. There are so many people. We can just kill them all and feed them to the ghosts."
"If you don't want to die—" The voice carried a wicked laugh, the last syllable rising slightly, "you'd better come out and admit it."
After he finished speaking, the entire room remained silent, as if the disordered breathing he had just experienced was merely his imagination.
The boy asked suspiciously, "Are you sure someone really isn't asleep?"
If they could, they wouldn't actually want to go on a killing spree in this place. As the gathering place of almost all the famous sects in the cultivation world, if people died here, and there was such a strange thing as no one surviving, it would definitely arouse the anger and attention of the entire cultivation world. After all, the number of people in their demon realm is still less than that of the cultivation world. Moreover, there are also the demons who have always been eyeing the territory of the demon race. They don't have absolute confidence that they can repel these "ill-intentioned" people.
The young man lifted his eyelids, and said lazily, "You question me?"
The boy's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched and unclenched in anger, repeating this several times. He suppressed the anger that was about to burst forth, tried to calm his voice, and finally expressed all his worries.
"Do you think I didn't think of that?" the hoarse voice said nonchalantly. "Of course I know that if all these people died, the cultivation world would hold a grudge against them."
His attitude further enraged the boy. "So you're still going to do it?!"
"But isn't there a perfect scapegoat here?"
The man's voice suddenly carried a thick malice, causing Ya Feiyu to tremble. Realizing who he was talking to, the boy's anger suddenly subsided.
"Does he have a Blood Jade Demon Pearl inside him?" The hoarse voice spoke slowly and deliberately, each word reaching Ya Feiyu's ears. "Those people in the cultivation world are all useless charlatans. How do you think they'll investigate this matter?"
Ya Feiyu's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
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