Chapter Ten: Unlike me, I only feel sorry for my master.
As soon as those seductive voices faded, Ye Chi felt a violent fluctuation in the surrounding demonic energy. A figure entangled in the demonic energy suddenly rushed forward, his bloodthirsty desires turning his silver eyes crimson. He reached out to grab the man's neck, but was held captive by the dense demonic energy and unable to move.
"Master!" Ye Chi raised his sword and severed the connection between his body and the demonic energy. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. The demonic energy was too powerful. Just breaking the connection between him and Ya Feiyu made him feel that his spiritual power was depleted. The peach wood sword suddenly became extremely heavy, and his feet felt as if they were embedded in the ground.
"Haha, you can continue your master-disciple charade here." The man in black robes waved his hand with a hint of lingering satisfaction. "I look forward to seeing you in the Demon Realm, Elder Tianxue and his little disciple..."
The demonic energy enveloped the person completely. Before Ye Chi could react, the person seemed to disappear as the concentration of demonic energy suddenly dropped.
Having lost control of her limbs, Ya Feiyu fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.
"Master, are you alright?" Ye Chi reached out and took it. The demonic energy around them had weakened considerably, and Ya Feiyu's condition had become manageable. The latter trembled her long eyelashes, slowly lifted her eyelids, and revealed a pair of silver eyes misty with tears.
He tried hard to appear as if nothing had happened, but his restrained expression betrayed him. Ye Chi glanced at him, hesitated, and patted his back. Ya Feiyu couldn't hold it in and choked on blood.
The altar was stained with blood, and the faint demonic energy lingering around it seemed to stir slightly again. However, after sensing the spiritual power contained in the blood, it realized that this was not something it could casually touch, so it wisely retreated to the side and continued to play dead.
Ya Feiyu cast a cold glance at him, refused Ye Chi's help, and stood up shakily, clutching her chest.
Even though he looked so weak that he looked like he would fall over if the wind blew him down.
Ye Chi's lips twitched involuntarily: What is this, the pride of a Tribulation Transcending stage cultivator?
Aside from self-esteem and self-cultivation, this person probably cares about nothing else.
As if sensing that he might have some rather impolite thoughts, Ya Feiyu pressed his cold hand hard on Ye Chi's head. Ye Chi staggered and almost knelt down, until a cool spiritual energy surged through his body, and he belatedly realized that Ya Feiyu was healing him.
Although the force was so great that it almost seemed like a deliberate act of revenge.
Ya Feiyu paused for a moment. The Blood Jade Demon Pearl, enveloped in spiritual energy, reluctantly subsided, and the inner demon also retreated temporarily, much to her dismay. It seemed that as long as she didn't suffer any major shocks in the short term, she wouldn't be in any more trouble. Ya Feiyu pressed her hand to her chest, trying to calm her pounding heart.
"Have you finished everything I asked you to do?"
Ya Feiyu raised his eyes and surveyed the vast altar. Upon hearing this, Ye Chi put on a feigned humble expression: "Of course, I will definitely complete the task assigned by Master in one go. All the villagers have been evacuated back to the city."
"That's good." Ya Feiyu nodded slightly, his brows furrowed. Although he wasn't in as bad a state as before, he was still a little dizzy. He shook his head, trying to ignore the discomfort. In front of others, Ya Feiyu was always unwilling to show his vulnerable side. When he met Ye Chi's gaze, he was as calm as if nothing had happened. "Go back."
Does he think he's putting on a good show?
Looking at Ya Feiyu's swaying figure, Ye Chi's gaze darkened imperceptibly as he chased after the figure that seemed to be fleeing away from him.
He lowered his head and chuckled.
They're incredibly stupid.
However, Ya Feiyu is just a character in the book, and everything I have done so far is only to gain favor and facilitate the development of the plot. There is really no need to worry about him.
Even if he dies, Ya Feiyu will not die.
"Aren't you coming?" After walking a distance, not feeling any approaching presence behind him, Ya Feiyu turned his head to look, his gaze urging him on. Ye Chi belatedly realized what was happening and hurried to catch up, taking three steps at a time.
Inside Jinyu City, the atmosphere seemed to subtly become tense.
Most of the residents who had been evacuated by Ye Chi gathered here, surrounding their relatives and whispering about what had happened that day. Their former leader was the old man whose neck had been broken, but he was now dead, and the crowd was leaderless, so they dared not make any move.
"Immortal Master, the two Immortal Masters have returned!" someone in the crowd shouted.
The two figures approaching outside the city gate instantly became the focus of everyone's attention. The villagers, mostly ordinary people, were terrified by what they had just witnessed and now regarded the immortal as their savior. As soon as Ye Chi got close, he was surrounded by the panicked villagers and could not move an inch.
Ya Feiyu swept his gaze across the room with an overwhelming sense of oppression: "Get out of the way."
When the villagers met the immortal's cold gaze, they all silently retreated.
Ya Feiyu walked to the center of the crowd, unabashedly releasing his oppressive aura. The surrounding people consciously stepped back until a distance was cleared before Ya Feiyu spoke in a deep voice: "How many people died?"
Straight to the point, without any unnecessary embellishment.
The villagers looked at each other in alarm, then one of the middle-aged men stepped forward, putting on a fawning smile, and said, "Immortal Master...you are unaware of the truth..."
It's that same ingratiating rhetoric again.
They were the same in their past lives, constantly clinging to their own sorrows and playing the victim to him, ultimately succumbing to his pity the moment he softened—
"Feiyu?" An old voice came from behind, so familiar, yet so jarring.
It has pierced his heart through his past and present lives, just as it always has.
Ya Feiyu closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, trying to suppress the surging pain in her heart. She turned around and met the cloudy eyes of the two kind-faced old people.
And beside them, a naive gaze that made no attempt to conceal its malice.
The seven-year-old boy was staring intently at him with a kind of malice that even adults might not possess.
His goal was his own golden elixir.
In the past, when faced with the gentle gaze of this couple, Ya Feiyu's cold and hard heart would always be willing to open its softest part to them. But after he learned about the evil deeds the couple had committed in their past lives, all that remained in his heart was overwhelming disgust, and his stomach seemed to churn violently.
He must have been blind in his past life to not see the scheming in their eyes.
"Mr. Li, Mrs. Li," he said coldly, "it's been a long time."
For a moment, their expressions froze. Mrs. Li forced a smile, saying, "Oh dear, Feiyu, what are you saying? We're all family, why are you being so formal..."
“That’s right, look! You’ve got a little brother while you were away. Come on, call him.” Mr. Li said, eagerly pushing the little boy forward. The boy’s face was full of reluctance, but when he got to Ya Feiyu, he still pretended to be well-behaved. His clear black and white eyes sparkled with a bright light. Who would care whether a child’s actions were malicious?
Ya Feiyu felt nauseous and his face darkened; he naturally did not want to look anymore.
Mrs. Li keenly sensed his abnormality, her eyes filled with a gloom that even the sunlight could not dispel. Her words were veiled in sarcasm, implying that Ya Feiyu was unfilial and indifferent. “Feiyu, it’s only been a hundred years since we parted, have you already forgotten the kindness of your mother in raising you? All I asked you to do was call him your brother, why are you so unwilling? Come on, as the older brother, you should set a good example for your younger brother.”
Just then, a sarcastic, youthful voice interrupted: "How can you be the older brother, behaving so subserviently to your younger brother?"
Ye Chi crossed his arms and walked over casually, his face blatantly sarcastic. "Why don't you let your younger brother call you older brother?"
“As expected, adopted children are still not as good as biological ones.” He glanced at her and tugged at Ya Feiyu’s sleeve. “Unlike me, I only feel sorry for my master.”
Ya Feiyu: "..."
Ya Feiyu: "Be normal."
Ye Chi didn't seem to care much. He smiled and gave the little boy opposite him, whose eyes were so cold they looked like he wanted to kill someone, a smile that was downright irritating: "What's wrong? You don't dare to shout? Are you unwilling to show weakness to your brother, or is it..."
"Is there something else going on here?"
Mrs. Li's expression suddenly changed drastically. She grabbed the little boy and said, "Feiyu, is this how you repay me after raising you for so many years?! And what about your apprentice? Not only does he not teach you properly, but he also dares to offend your brother!"
Ye Chi couldn't help but sneer inwardly after reading it.
He remembered this part of the story because it was the only part of the past that had been described in detail about Ya Feiyu.
Like all villains who are portrayed as beautiful, strong, and tragic, Ya Feiyu is a child born in winter. Her biological parents are unknown. After wandering for many years, she was adopted by a kind couple one autumn afternoon when she was twelve years old.
The couple adopted him out of genuine kindness. Their child had died young, and they had not been able to conceive again. So when they saw the fragile yet resolute Ya Feiyu, they took pity on him and brought him home to adopt him.
Three years later, Ya Feiyu was found to have the aptitude for cultivating immortality, so the couple sent him to the immortal sect.
Not long after he left, the elderly couple also successfully embarked on the path of immortality—but what Ya Feiyu didn't know was that the couple had been bewitched by demonic cultivators to cultivate demonic arts, and only after harming countless ordinary people did they reach this level of cultivation.
He knew nothing about this, and even after learning that the couple had embarked on the path to immortality, he sent them elixirs and blessings.
Later, the couple, desperate for a child, followed a forbidden book and successfully created life through a young girl. On the day the girl gave birth, they cruelly murdered her, leaving behind only their "biological child".
However, this child was born weak and sickly, because he was born from demonic energy, and his body was so thin that he could only be considered a vessel.
To make him healthy, one needs the cultivation level of a cultivator—simply put, one needs to extract the cultivator's golden core.
So the couple thought of the language of crows.
This is the person who is least likely to be wary of them.
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