Chapter Two: My Villainous Master
As Ya Feiyu sipped his tea, he raised his eyes. He had a distinctive appearance; the original story specifically described him as having rare black hair and silver eyes, which gave his gaze a coldness that made him seem even more unapproachable. His gaze fell on the remaining disciples, lingering between Ye Chi and Cen Dao for a few moments.
He only released a small portion of the pressure, and that was after it had been diluted. Clearly, he had no self-awareness about his cultivation level and did not think that there was much difference between the Tribulation Transcending stage and the Golden Core stage. He simply thought: if you can't even withstand this level of pressure, then there is no point in cultivating immortality.
A moment later, the cup of tea was just finished.
He looked up again at the two remaining people on the field, a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes: "Only two people?"
He paused for a moment, then said, "Alright, come with me up the mountain."
Having passed the test by a powerful cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending stage, Cen Dao was temporarily a little overconfident. He immediately followed Ya Feiyu and cautiously asked, "Immortal Lord, do we... need to have our spiritual root aptitude tested?"
Ye Chi also found it a bit strange. This scene was in the original story; after all, it was a wish-fulfillment novel, so such a face-slapping plot was reasonable.
Ya Feiyu glanced at them indifferently: "No need, I can see it."
Cen Dao was taken aback: "You figured it out?"
"You'll understand when you reach my level." Ya Feiyu didn't want to say more, so he left without replying. Cen Dao and Ye Chi also wisely kept quiet and obediently followed behind him, step by step climbing the seemingly endless bluestone steps.
...
The reason why no aptitude test was conducted was twofold: firstly, Ya Feiyu could indeed see a person's potential; secondly, Ya Feiyu had already experienced the strength of Cen Dao, this monstrous genius, in his previous life, and he was certain that if asked who in this world understood Cen Dao's talent for cultivation best, it would undoubtedly be Ya Feiyu.
Thinking of this, Ya Feiyu lowered her long eyelashes, her eyes dimming.
He is a reborn person.
He was a loner, so he was rarely seen. In his previous life, he had never taken on any disciples. Although he would occasionally give Cen Dao some pointers, Cen Dao was not his disciple in name only. Later, when he was framed by a villain and fell into the demonic path, launching a bloodbath against the Qinglian Sect, the first person to stand up and point his sword at him was Cen Dao.
They fought for hundreds of years, just to determine who was superior. Finally, on a night filled with the flames of war, Cen Dao pierced his heart meridian, causing his cultivation to dissipate and turning him into a handful of dust between heaven and earth.
Even after his death, Ya Feiyu had wondered why he, a Great Perfection of the Tribulation Transcending stage cultivator, who had diligently and conscientiously cultivated, could not defeat a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
It wasn't until the heavens revealed the secret to him that he learned that his experiences, his suffering, and the world he lived in were nothing more than a trivial part of a story written by a wicked author.
His fate had already been sealed.
Whenever he thought of this, Ya Feiyu felt a pang of melancholy. He had considered venturing into the void to find the author of this storybook, but the heavens told him that if he did so, the world he inhabited would also disappear completely.
...That's it. He sighed silently.
There's nothing to change if I'm given a second chance at life, so there's no need to go to great lengths to change my current situation.
Even if he had to relive the suffering of his past life, it wouldn't matter, since he was already numb to it.
However... it doesn't seem to be entirely unchangeable.
Thinking this, Ya Feiyu glanced at the person behind her out of the corner of her eye.
This boy named Ye Chi did not appear in my previous life. He has good aptitude, and if he cultivates diligently, reaching the Nascent Soul stage will not be too difficult.
Since my rebirth, my heavy heart has finally found some relief, like the sun breaking through the clouds.
...
Climbing the stone steps, we soon reached the top of the mountain.
Contrary to expectations of a snowy landscape, Qinglian Sect was protected by a barrier, so not only did it not snow, but the temperature was also moderate.
“Take these tokens and go report to the registration elder.” Ya Feiyu handed the two tokens to the two of them. “If you want to become an apprentice to any elder, go find them yourself. If you don’t want to, that’s fine too.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's figure flashed and he disappeared in an instant.
Cen Dao stared in his direction, his Adam's apple bobbing, and stammered, "Is this the strength of a Tribulation Transcending stage expert...?"
Ye Chi thought to himself that this was probably just the tip of the iceberg of the villain's abilities. He didn't show it on his face, but appropriately revealed an expression of admiration: "I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to become a strong person like him..."
“Sigh, it’s all fate.” Cen Dao shook his head. “Let’s go, let’s go and report to the registration elder.”
Not far from the registration office stood an elderly man with graying temples. When someone arrived, he didn't even look up, but waved his hand, sending a stream of spiritual energy towards the token, and said, "Alright, this token will be your disciple token from now on. Go."
Taking the token, Ye Chi couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Are all the people in the Qinglian Sect so eccentric?"
Cen Dao glanced at him, his eyes filled with helplessness: "I guess that's how all capable people are."
...
“Tianxue, you haven’t taken on any disciples in a long time. Why not take on a few personal disciples? It would be nice to have someone to carry on your legacy, wouldn’t it?” The kind-looking middle-aged man said gently, “Taking on disciples won’t do you any harm. If your disciples cultivate well, it can even build up your reputation.”
"Sect Master, as you know, I am not good at teaching people," Ya Feiyu said calmly.
"There's no need to go to such great lengths. Just leave the teaching to the teachers in the classroom. You only need to be a nominal teacher, which isn't difficult."
Faced with his old friend's rambling, Ya Feiyu unusually regained his patience. In his previous life, Ji Pengde, the sect leader of Qinglian Sect, was attacked by angry people because he chose to stand with him after he fell into demonic possession. In the end, he was beheaded and his head was displayed in front of the sect for three days and three nights as a show of force.
Finally, its head was blown away by the wind and fell into the nearby dense forest, disappearing without a trace.
Ya Feiyu naturally had a better attitude towards this overly kind person who had helped him countless times. Anyway, what he said was not wrong. After thinking for a moment, he agreed: "Then let's do as the sect leader wishes."
Ji Pengde clapped his hands and laughed: "Hahaha! Good, good, you're finally willing to take on a disciple. Let me think, how about the two disciples who came out of this conference?"
“Cen Dao and Ye Chi?” Ya Feiyu wasn’t exactly unhappy, but… “Won’t the other peak masters be upset?”
Ya Feiyu hadn't accepted any disciples for a hundred years, but when he did, he took in two rare geniuses. I wonder what the other peak masters would think if they heard about this.
He didn't care about their opinions, but these scheming old men might try to sabotage him in some way.
Ji Pengde waved his hand: "Hey, you don't seem like the type to worry about this. Don't worry, they have plenty of apprentices, they don't have time to care whether you take on apprentices or not."
"Then let's do as the sect leader says and call them over later."
"Hehe, no need to wait, call it now."
Just as he finished speaking, a slight noise came from outside the door. Ya Feiyu looked up and saw the two boys who had just parted ways standing on either side of the door. They had obviously heard the conversation and both seemed a little reserved. Ji Pengde opened the door, patted the two boys on the shoulder, and then walked away humming a song in a cheerful mood.
For a moment, only the three of them remained silent in the room.
Ya Feiyu glanced at them, his silver eyes cold and indifferent, his emotions usually unreadable. At this moment, he simply said, "Go in."
The two of them took stiff steps.
Ye Chi and Cen Dao knelt on either side of him. Considering his previous life, Ya Feiyu was a thousand years old and had a keen eye. He could naturally tell the emotions of the two of them—they were probably unwilling.
Not surprising. Given his cold and aloof personality, it would be surprising if someone wanted to be his apprentice.
He said calmly, "I will only accept one disciple."
Ye Chi's eyes lit up, and he was about to take his leave when he heard Cen Dao beside him say, "Immortal Lord, this disciple has made an appointment with other peak masters and cannot stay here with you..."
Tianxue Peak specializes in swordsmanship, so theoretically it should be the most suitable for Cen Dao. In the original story, he was a once-in-a-century swordsmanship genius. His presence at Tianxue Peak would be far more useful than Ye Chi's.
Ye Chi thought Ya Feiyu would refuse, but the man's expression didn't change at all. He said, "Alright, then you can go."
Cen Dao hurriedly got up and left.
Ye Chi was left kneeling alone, her heart filled with the grief of being betrayed by the male lead.
"From now on, you are my disciple." Ya Feiyu lowered his eyes coldly, a ball of light blue spiritual energy condensed in his palm, and he reached out and gently stroked Ye Chi's hair.
It was a cool yet gentle spiritual current, like a spring stream, gently flowing through his limbs and bones. Ye Chi felt a lightness all over his body, and even the soreness from climbing the mountain was relieved a lot.
According to the original book, Ya Feiyu has an ice-type celestial spiritual root, which evolved from the water element, which is inherently good at healing, so her spiritual power naturally carries some healing effects.
Not much, but enough for a glass cannon like him who is often injured.
Ye Chi solemnly kowtowed three times: "Disciple Ye Chi greets Master."
"Get up." Ya Feiyu disliked complicated apprenticeship ceremonies, and this was enough for him. "Go and rest first. Tomorrow morning, I will guide you in your cultivation."
"Yes, Master!"
Ye Chi bid farewell to Ya Feiyu and walked out of his residence. Only then did he belatedly realize that his legs were weak. After taking a few steps, he almost fell down on the road in embarrassment because he couldn't muster the strength.
He never expected that the villain would choose him as his disciple, and even more unexpectedly, the protagonist would choose to give up his qualification to cultivate at Tianxue Peak and instead go to Rumeng Peak, a place that mainly cultivates talismans.
Even if you have a harem, you shouldn't give up your career for love! Male lead, are you stupid?!
Ye Chi roared silently in his heart.
God knows how much effort he had just put in to prevent himself from losing control and collapsing in front of Ya Feiyu.
He originally wanted to avoid the plot, be an ordinary disciple, and then live out his days in retirement.
How did I inexplicably become the villain's apprentice? How did I inexplicably get forced to cultivate immortality?!
He initially only wanted to be a menial disciple!
Heavens, why did you have to do this to him? Ye Chi wanted to cry but had no tears.
He raised his hand to wipe away the few tears that had squeezed out from the corner of his eye. He had no choice. Compared to cultivating under Ya Feiyu's tutelage, he dared not directly tell Ya Feiyu, "I don't want to be your disciple." If the villain turned evil and came to seek revenge on him, then he would truly have no reason to live.
After all, he had read the original novel and knew how vengeful this villain was.
He didn't want to die so soon.
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