Chapter Thirty-Nine: Master is so handsome... No, why do I feel that way?
The chill emanating from that voice felt almost tangible, brushing against her spine and sending shivers down her spine and making her scalp tingle. Xu Miaomiao even felt as if her limbs were frozen in place, unable to move. Her body was cold, but her heart was even colder. A bucket of cold water was poured over her head, extinguishing all her newly ignited anger and resentment, leaving not a single spark.
“But if I cultivate immortality, wouldn’t I just be a useless person who lives a little longer?” Xu Miaomiao bit her lower lip, her delicate lips stained red with blood, adding an unexpected touch of allure. Her eyes welled with tears, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes. Her soft voice spoke words that were both firm and desperate: “In my entire life, apart from Junior Brother Cen, no one else has been willing to stand by my side. So I’d rather become a demon to bring him home. He shouldn’t have ended up like this…”
"Isn't it ridiculous to abandon one's own principles for the sake of others?"
Ya Feiyu stepped in from the sunlight, yet there was not a trace of sunlight on him. From beginning to end, he remained indifferent, as cold as ice: "With such an unstable Dao heart, how can you achieve great things in the cultivation of immortality?"
"I--"
"If you remain obstinate, don't blame me for expelling you from the mountain." He said, a glint in his eyes. "The immortal sect cannot tolerate traitors."
"etc!"
Xu Miaomiao didn't have time to think too much and hurriedly stopped Ya Feiyu. Ya Feiyu's words hit the nail on the head regarding her concerns. In order to save Cen Dao, she had even abandoned the beliefs she had always held dear. But just as Ya Feiyu said, those whose Dao hearts are unstable, whether they cultivate demonic or immortal cultivation, cannot achieve great things or make any significant contributions.
Whether one cultivates demonic arts or immortality, what is needed is a pure and unwavering heart.
She has long lost her original intention. Even if she cultivates demonic arts and can gain tremendous improvement in a short period of time, so what?
She killed so many people, and her lifespan was nearing its end. She saved the people, but at the cost of her own life and the lives of countless others.
"...Elder Tianxue, but I really want to save him." Xu Miaomiao had become more sober, but she still refused to give up. Ye Chi watched anxiously and helplessly. Xu Miaomiao, as seen in the original book, tolerated the male lead's infidelity and betrayal time and time again. Not only was she not angry, but she also lived peacefully with other "mistresses." She even gave away her family, pills, and cultivation equipment to the male lead without any compensation. Apart from cheap love and the status of the main wife, she received nothing in return.
Ya Feiyu was clueless about relationships and helpless against love-struck fools, but Ye Chi had a knack for it. Ya Feiyu fell silent, and Ye Chi continued, "You're head over heels in love with him now, but you'll definitely regret it in the future."
"There are so many good men in the world, you don't need another one. You'll always meet someone who understands you."
"What if there isn't one?" Xu Miaomiao asked back, her eyes red.
Ye Chi was about to answer when Ya Feiyu spoke up. His expression was indifferent as he said, "Then it's up to you to love yourself."
"Nothing in this world is more important than you."
Xu Miaomiao lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, sobbing silently. Ya Feiyu shifted his gaze, coldly glancing at the strange man, taking a step forward to shield Ye Chi and Xu Miaomiao behind him. His brows furrowed slightly, and his voice carried an extremely chilling coldness as he said, "Aren't you leaving, sir?"
The man chuckled, his demonic energy surging violently, seemingly capable of swallowing the heavens. Ya Feiyu, who had no spiritual power left, tensed up at the sight. To make matters worse, he was caught in this situation while still under house arrest—extremely unlucky.
"Ha, still that same high-sounding face," the man said coldly. "It does fit my impression of upright people. So hypocritical, it's laughable."
Ya Feiyu said expressionlessly, "You demonic cultivators are no less impressive."
"You lead honest people astray with your own selfish desires, and then turn around and bite us back. Ha, but that's always been your style."
"Like rats scurrying in the gutter, foolish and ridiculous."
"You!" The man, his sore spot hit, sprang to his feet, his ferocious expression somewhat comical, like a villain jumping up and down. "Heh, just you wait!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a thick fog gathered, enveloping the man in layers, only to vanish in an instant, his figure disappearing from the spot. Ya Feiyu wasn't surprised and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Turning his head, he saw that Xu Miaomiao had calmed down somewhat, no longer shedding tears, only occasionally choking back sobs; her eyes were already red and swollen. She gently tugged at Ya Feiyu's sleeve, her voice hoarse and soft from crying: "Elder Tianxue, I'm sorry… I've caused everyone trouble…"
It was indeed the same person. Ye Chi breathed a sigh of relief, and the furrowed brows that had been unconsciously furrowing finally relaxed. Regardless of the original plot or the current world, Xu Miaomiao's kindness still outweighed her actions. She would never do anything that would make things difficult for others. She was just temporarily deluded, and she would be fine after a while.
Ya Feiyu clearly shared a similar mindset. His brows relaxed slightly, and the soft light fell on his face, softening his sharp features. When he was no longer serious, he looked gentle, with a faint hint of a smile in his eyes. However, when Ye Chi looked closely, he couldn't see it. Perhaps Ya Feiyu was good at hiding his emotions.
"It's alright, it's not too late to turn back now."
Xu Miaomiao suddenly fell silent. She lowered her head, a bitter smile on her lips: "I know, Elder Tianxue, my inner demon has possessed me, how could it be too late..."
"I can save you."
Xu Miaomiao paused, then looked up in astonishment: "What?"
How can one be saved from inner demons possessing the body?
Xu Miaomiao was stunned, but Ye Chi's expression suddenly darkened. His eyes were filled with gloom, and his already dark pupils seemed to freeze.
When a demon enters the body, it is not necessarily beyond saving. If a person with high cultivation is willing to force the demon out of the body, then no matter how deep the demon is, it can be expelled. However, the outcome is not always happy.
The inner demons will transfer to the caster, deepening the caster's own inner demons.
Because it could potentially harm others, this technique was listed as a forbidden art by cultivators. Now, thousands of years have passed, and the new generation is unaware of it, but Ya Feiyu is aware of it.
Why did Ya Feiyu choose to intervene even though he could have chosen not to save Xu Miaomiao...?
Although this was Ya Feiyu's true nature, Ye Chi felt a strange displeasure. He pursed his lips, knowing he had no right to interfere with Ya Feiyu's choices. After all, Ya Feiyu wasn't someone who needed him, an insignificant nobody, to worry about.
"Does Master really have a way?" Ye Chi frowned slightly, feigning concern. "Won't it harm Master? Master's current physical condition... I'm a little worried."
Upon hearing this, Xu Miaomiao looked over as if waking from a dream. She knew how much of an impact inner demons could have on a cultivator. Even if Ya Feiyu truly possessed the power to resolve inner demons, it was still difficult to guarantee that it wouldn't cause him substantial harm. She frowned slightly, slowly shook her head, and said, "It's alright, Elder, don't hurt yourself to exchange for someone else's body..."
Ya Feiyu paused slightly, his eyes flickering for a moment, but it vanished in an instant. He was always adept at hiding his emotions, and unless he wished, no one could glimpse them. His voice was soft and somewhat hoarse: "It's alright."
Ye Chi and Xu Miaomiao exchanged a glance, both seeing the worry in each other's eyes.
However, since the crows didn't speak, they couldn't do anything unnecessary.
Xu Miaomiao's physical condition was still unstable. Despite the persuasion of many elders, sect leaders, and several junior disciples, Ya Feiyu ultimately did not "treat" Xu Miaomiao. Even though Ya Feiyu did not reveal anything, there are few people who can cultivate immortality who are truly stupid, especially when it comes to such a major matter as dealing with inner demons. Without the approval of the cultivation world, no one would dare to try it rashly, even if the person who wanted to carry out this action was Ya Feiyu, the number one person in the cultivation world.
It was not only because she was worried about hurting Ya Feiyu, but also because she was worried about hurting Xu Miaomiao.
For the Qinglian Sect, these people are all indispensable.
Not one can be missing.
Given that Ya Feiyu protected his disciples and expelled the demonic cultivators from the Qinglian Sect during his confinement, Ji Pengde brought forward his confinement period. Originally, there was still a long period of time ahead, but after a few days, Ya Feiyu was announced to have his confinement lifted and his cultivation was restored.
The trip to the Sea Palace, originally scheduled for the end of the year, was suddenly brought forward.
The Sea Palace is located in the very center of the Southeast Sea, isolated from the world. The clothing and customs there are different from those outside. In order to blend in with the local customs, Ya Feiyu specially asked a tailor to make a well-fitting robe. The fabric was a light gauze, and the sleeves were semi-transparent, revealing the lines of Ya Feiyu's arms. A belt cinched his slender waist. Without the large sleeves to cover him, his figure was even more accentuated. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a tall stature. His hair, which was originally half-tied, was tied up in a neat high ponytail. His eyes were painted red. When Ye Chi came out after changing his clothes, he was immediately captivated by him and could not come back to his senses for a long time.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ye Chi finally snapped out of his daze when he realized he had met Ya Feiyu's gaze, and said, "Master...Master..."
As soon as he spoke, he felt a dryness in his throat, and he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Ya Feiyu raised an eyebrow, not noticing Ye Chi's unusual expression: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing..." Ye Chi looked away guiltily, and couldn't help but despise his own cowardice. What was he doing? Ya Feiyu obviously didn't notice anything wrong. His guilt only gave him away!
He screamed inwardly, but Ya Feiyu couldn't be bothered to care anymore. He could sense that something was off about his disciple, but he had always been a hands-off parent, especially when it came to his own disciple. It was perfectly normal for a young person to have their own little secrets, and as his master, he should be tolerant, so he pretended not to notice.
"Let's go," he said calmly. "The Palace Master of the Sea Palace doesn't like people who don't keep their promises. We're going to be late."
Ye Chi belatedly realized: "Oh, oh."
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