Chapter Twelve: The Moon in the Sky, Snow on Earth (Master, the Fragrance is Delicious)
A fresh start.
Most of those heading to Linglong Pavilion are cultivators at the Golden Core stage or above. They possess basic self-defense capabilities and can fly on swords, so there are no established mountain paths in the ordinary forests, making the journey exceptionally arduous. The hem of their clothes is constantly being scratched by the branches of low bushes, and they could easily tear if they're not careful. The disciple's robes aren't expensive, but it's a bit of a shame that they tore after only a short time.
They walked through a thicket of lush bushes, their clothes covered in leaves. Ye Chi brushed a tender leaf off his shoulder, looked at the snow-white figure ahead, and fell silent.
The dignified Celestial Venerable Tianxue actually created a barrier for himself over such a trivial matter!
No wonder the group of people behind him were walking slowly, while he walked as if on flat ground.
Setting up a barrier is one thing, but they didn't even take them with them!
How can you not take advantage of such a great deal!
Ye Chi strode forward, not caring whether the branches would snag his clothes, and hurriedly followed Ya Feiyu's steps. Then he reached out and tugged at Ya Feiyu's wide hem.
"Master, my clothes are about to tear." Relying on his good looks, Ye Chi deliberately acted obediently, his slightly drooping puppy eyes looking at Ya Feiyu with exceptional sincerity. He raised his head, his hands tightly gripping the hem of Ya Feiyu's long sleeve, his lips slightly pouting, and said in a high-pitched, aggrieved voice, "I also want to have a protective barrier like Master..."
He seems to know that he is very good-looking.
Why not let Shen Rong set up a barrier for you? Ya Feiyu wanted to say this, but after seeing Ye Chi's bright eyes, the words of refusal stuck in her throat. She changed the subject and said, "...Okay."
A silvery light enveloped the area and quickly disappeared into the surrounding environment. Ye Chi tried walking around without disturbing the branches and leaves, and finally he didn't have to walk so carefully anymore.
Cen Dao and the others, who were watching silently from behind: ...? ? ? So there's such a thing?
After casting a simple spell, Ya Feiyu naturally looked up, only to meet the gazes of a row of disciples behind him. They stared at each other, wide-eyed and pleading, though no one said a word…
Ya Feiyu realized that she really wasn't good at saying no to people.
He sighed softly, then waved his hand, scattering silver spiritual energy evenly in the air, like fine sand, enveloping everyone.
Having done all this, he feigned indifference and withdrew his hand, then flicked his sleeve and said, "Let's go, don't waste any more time."
The disciples, who had never imagined receiving Ya Feiyu's blessings, were all taken aback, but quickly followed. The journey was filled with much more laughter and chatter as a result. Previously, most of them had held Ya Feiyu in awe, and they had traveled quietly. Even when they did speak, it was usually Ye Chi asking Ya Feiyu some questions.
However, being noisy isn't so bad.
Ya Feiyu lowered her long eyelashes, her eyes softened with a touch of warmth.
The journey was long, and since no one in the team could fly on a sword, and considering that Linglong Pavilion wouldn't reopen for some time anyway, there was no rush. As the sky gradually darkened, Ye Chi said, "Master, why don't we find a place to rest for a while?"
Ya Feiyu nodded and agreed without hesitation. After all, that was exactly what he was thinking.
The group of nearly ten people found a cave in a secluded forest, gathered some dry branches and leaves that had not been exposed to moisture, and used the primitive method of making fire by friction to start a small spark. Xu Miaomiao, being careful, gently fanned the fire with a banana leaf.
As night fell, the fire, which had been burning all day, was finally lit. The group gathered around the fire, but Ye Chi found a tree at the cave entrance, sat crookedly, and took a leisurely bite of a few fruits that Xu Miaomiao had handed him. The sweet juice burst in his mouth, and Ye Chi frowned slightly.
He doesn't like things that are too sweet; he finds them cloying.
But he still obediently took another bite. He wasn't even at the Foundation Establishment stage yet, so naturally he hadn't practiced abstaining from grains. His senses were almost no different from those of an ordinary person. He had been traveling all day and was already starving. To be picky about food at this time would be a bit ungrateful.
Looking at the moonlight on the horizon, he suddenly felt that this transmigration into the book might not be so bad after all.
Thinking about it carefully, although this is a fictional world, I can appreciate beautiful scenery that I can't see in modern times, and experience different customs and cultures. Although nothing good happens along the way... but to truly experience this kind of fictional life once in my life, this kind of transmigration into a book is worthwhile.
It would have been better if it hadn't been so dangerous.
He took another bite of the fruit without any expression.
"What are you doing sitting here?" A cold voice came from under the tree. Ye Chi paused slightly and looked down. The person was standing in the shadows, his snow-white figure clearly outlined by the light and shadow, which further accentuated his cold and hard features. "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold by standing here in the cold wind?"
"Master, aren't cultivators supposed to be immune to all poisons and not afraid of catching a cold?" He asked with a grin, propping his head up with his hands.
Ya Feiyu frowned slightly: "You haven't truly embarked on the path of immortality yet, how can you be considered a cultivator?"
"Get down."
If it were any other time, Ye Chi would have gone down even if he was unwilling, but at this moment, Ye Chi was enjoying the moonlight and had become a little bolder. Hearing this, he simply waved his hand and then gestured to Ya Feiyu, inviting her: "Why don't you come up and keep your disciple company, Master? With Master by my side, I won't catch a cold."
Ya Feiyu's expression froze strangely, and the word "absurd" was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Well, well, in my past life I had a turbulent and bumpy life and didn't have many people I could trust. Now that I've unexpectedly gained a disciple in this life, I should treat him better.
If one day I truly fall into demonic possession and plunge into an abyss of no return, at least there will be someone I can absolutely trust who can take up my mantle...
With that thought, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and, relying on his excellent physical abilities, leaped onto the branch in one fell swoop.
The branches swayed slightly, and soon even that stopped.
With his master up there, Ye Chi could no longer monopolize the entire branch. He obediently pulled his long legs back, sat cross-legged on the trunk, and casually handed a decent-looking fruit to Ya Feiyu. He looked at the bright moon in the sky, enjoying the night breeze, and asked, "Master, how are you feeling?"
Taking the fruit he offered, Ya Feiyu hesitated for a moment, then slightly parted his lips and took a bite. The sweet juice exploded in his mouth, filling even his breath with a sweet fragrance, making Ya Feiyu's usually clear head feel a little dizzy. He shook his head. No wonder Ye Chi's behavior seemed so strange; it turned out he had eaten this overripe fruit and was a little drunk.
Ye Chi, however, seemed completely oblivious to this. A man who was usually not very talkative, he started talking non-stop after getting drunk. As he spoke, he took another bite, his cheeks flushed, and he stammered, "Master... Master, look at that moon, doesn't it look like you?"
Upon hearing this, Ya Feiyu's eyes darkened slightly: "Why does it look like it?"
"Because... because Master is as beautiful as the moon, hiccup, and very aloof..."
"Is that so? In your eyes, that's how I am?"
"That's what I thought at first... *hiccup*. But my master is very good to me..."
Ya Feiyu fell silent: "..."
So that's how his apprentice viewed him.
Like the moon.
As the number one cultivator in the world, Ya Feiyu was often the subject of popular stories and novels in his previous life. Most of the descriptions related to him said that he was like the moon in the sky and the snow on earth, the purest white in this absurd world, and the most reassuring piece of peace in the chaotic mortal world.
Of course, after he fell into demonic ways and killed countless people...
Such descriptions are much less common.
Whether he is compared to the moon or described in an exaggerated way, he is always regarded as something that can never be touched.
But Ye Chi said that he thought his master was very good.
Even a casual remark to him warmed Ya Feiyu's heart. He knew perfectly well that he neither needed nor wanted the world to see him as the bright moon illuminating the night sky. He was first and foremost Ya Feiyu, and only then did he acquire those layers upon layers of unattainable identities in the eyes of the world.
He thought he should have gotten used to it by now, and his heart, which should have been as calm as still water, was stirred up the moment he heard these words.
Even the voice that had been luring him into depravity, which had been echoing in his mind since his rebirth, seemed to have faded away as a result.
He closed his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips.
In this light, taking this disciple as his apprentice seems to be the best decision he has made in recent times.
"Master feels...cool." Just then, Ye Chi leaned over drunkenly. Ya Feiyu looked over and saw that he had eaten all the fruits, and Ye Chi had also snatched the ones from his hand at some point.
Ya Feiyu sighed helplessly and patted Ye Chi's shoulder. The boy's figure had not yet fully developed, but it was already beginning to take shape. Healthy muscles were thinly covered, and he didn't look as tall as Ya Feiyu, but when Ya Feiyu picked him up, he was surprisingly big.
Ye Chi gently rubbed against it, muttering to himself, "Is it because Master has an ice spirit root? It feels so cool..."
"..." Regardless of his past or present life, he still couldn't quite accept such intimate contact. But he was just his disciple, so he decided to bear with it.
Thinking that it seemed like it might rain that night, Ya Feiyu took off his outer robe and covered Ye Chi with it. The disciple's robe was still a summer style, which was breathable, but the trade-off was that it would be very cold when it got chilly. He carried the drunken Ye Chi on his back and walked step by step back to the cave.
To be honest, while there's a chance this fermented fruit could cause intoxication, it's not enough to make you this drunk...
Could it be that Ye Chi's alcohol tolerance is really that low?
Ya Feiyu felt as if she had discovered some secret. She raised an eyebrow and looked at Ye Chi with a teasing gaze.
Ye Chi was fast asleep on his master's back, his breath filled with the pleasant, cool sandalwood fragrance. He was sleeping so soundly that he was completely unaware of Ya Feiyu's gaze.
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