Chapter 51 Master Has Turned Evil!!! (Ye Chi: Danger)
The demonic fog grew thicker and thicker, making it almost impossible for Ye Chi to see the road ahead. He held a crying baby in his arms, and behind him was the child's anxious mother. His hand holding the sword was so heavy that he could barely lift it. He trembled slightly as he dispersed the thin fog in front of him, but he could not stop the fierce attack that followed.
We can't... really fail here.
Ye Chi gritted his teeth, feeling an endless power within him. He raised his sword and brandished it, but before he could react, he was ambushed by a demonic aura coming from behind.
"Well--!"
It grazed Ye Chi's back hard, tearing his clothes and leaving a deep scar on his skin.
The excruciating pain made Ye Chi gasp. Barely regaining his senses, he realized that he was in no condition to fight back. Instead, Ye Chi ran out of the foggy area and handed the child to his mother.
He didn't know how much longer he could hold on. Ye Chi wiped the blood from his lips, switched hands, and just then, a sharp sword light attacked from his side. Its target wasn't him, but rather the swirling demonic energy in front of him. The righteous light easily dispersed the mist. Ye Chi was overjoyed; this was Ya Feiyu's spiritual power. He turned his head, but Ya Feiyu was nowhere to be seen.
"...Where is Master?"
His mind went completely blank.
The Danqing Sword hummed a few times, drawing Ye Chi's attention. Ye Chi looked at it; the Danqing Sword, seemingly sentient, anxiously circled around him a few times before finally stopping on his right, its hilt poking the back of his hand.
This sword wasn't his, and Ye Chi had never really spent time with his own sword, so he didn't have a deep understanding of the sword spirit's actions. He just instinctively felt that the sword seemed to have something to tell him. Thinking this, he grasped the hilt, and the instant his palm touched the sword, a strong chill surged from his heart, rushing straight to his mind and shattering the complex thoughts in Ye Chi's head.
He heard an ethereal voice, so clear that he couldn't tell if it was male or female, speaking to him. He guessed it was the voice of the Danqing Sword, and it sounded quite sacred. "My master asked me to help you."
Ye Chi frowned slightly. Ya Feiyu left the sword here, so where did he go? Thinking this, he asked in a low voice, "What about Master? Where did he go?"
"They went to the capital."
"Going to the capital at this time?"
"He has something to do."
"What is it?"
"Looking for something."
"Looking for what?"
"have no idea."
Ye Chi: "..."
He really hated the way the sword spirit spoke, one sentence at a time. To find the answer to a question, he had to ask one by one, which was really troublesome and frustrating. He irritably ruffled his hair and said, "I'm going to find Master. You stay here."
"Can't."
Ye Chi almost couldn't hold back: "Why?"
"Because my master asked me to protect you, I cannot disobey his orders, and I must stay by your side."
Ye Chi: "..."
Is this really Ya Feiyu's sword? How could it be so stupid?
Just then, Vener, having dealt with another disturbance, walked over, sword in hand. He wasn't in much better shape; his clothes were tattered, and the once noble prince now looked somewhat disheveled. Yet, he showed no shame, his expression remaining calm as he said, "This sword..."
Ye Chi looked at him as if he had seen a savior: "Can you deal with the demonic energy in this place?"
Vena's azure eyes narrowed slightly, and she finally nodded slowly: "Yes, but why?"
"My master is missing." With that, Ye Chi showed him the Danqing Sword. "My master is probably doing something foolish. As his disciple, I have to go find him."
Viner did not respond immediately, but remained silent for a moment. Under Ye Chi's firm gaze, he chuckled softly, a hint of bitterness in his eyes. Ye Chi could not understand where this emotion came from.
"Go quickly, go find him."
He paused, then lowered his voice to say the rest of his sentence: "Go find your master."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chi had already run towards the imperial city. Before leaving, he turned back to look at Vina one more time. The man's blue eyes were a deep, dark color, like the deep sea untouched by moonlight. Ye Chi was a little dazed—what was wrong with Vina? He looked heartbroken.
Unfortunately, the greenhorn, being new to the world, knew nothing and naturally couldn't figure it out.
...
The capital was in even greater chaos than he had imagined.
Ye Chi leaped between the eaves, surrounded by dark demonic energy, which was completely dispersed by the Danqing Sword. Corpses were everywhere along the street, mostly nobles of the Sea Palace. Their gorgeous robes were stained dark with blood. Ye Chi looked closely and saw that the corpses were being swallowed by the demonic energy. Some were about to be completely devoured, and most of them had already turned into a pool of blood, leaving only a small amount of flesh and bones.
...Heh.
Ye Chi felt a slight nausea in his heart and quickly looked away. He imitated Ya Feiyu and skillfully blocked his five senses. He finally realized that traveling with villains always seemed to involve some rather bloody scenes, so he had to figure out a way to block his five senses. Putting aside everything else, blocking out his sense of smell made it less uncomfortable.
He stood atop a tall building in the imperial city, looking around for Ya Feiyu. Finding her unsuccessful, he asked Danqing Sword, "Can you sense my master's aura?"
The Danqing Sword, which had just severed the head of a madman, flew back to his side, buzzing twice: "Cannot sense it."
Ye Chi's brow twitched: "How could that be?"
The Danqing Sword hummed again: "My master never summons me based on his own aura."
In other words, this sword does not actually recognize the aura on Ya Feiyu's body.
Ye Chi fell into a brief silence once again. Was this sword really the "demon sword" that had followed Ya Feiyu in killing the entire world? Or were all sword spirits of similar intelligence, and how could a sword not recognize its master's aura?
As if it had heard his thoughts, the Danqing Sword, which had only ever asked and answered questions, hummed twice and defended itself: "My master was never properly bound to me."
Not a normal binding? What does that mean?
Ye Chi raised an eyebrow at him, signaling Danqing Sword to continue. It didn't mince words: "I wasn't originally a normal spirit sword. I was one that the previous Demon Lord put in the armory. Later, due to some reasons, it fell into the hands of some demon cultivators and became a corner of the altar. My master found me when he was fighting against the demon cultivators."
That emotionless voice delivered such a long, monotonous speech, which, if left unsaid, sounded rather eerie. Ye Chi silently thought, "So..."
"I was tainted by demonic energy and could not bind a blood pact normally, so my master bound me to his soul."
The divine sword is connected to its master's mind and will. It does not need to be bound to the soul to understand the profound meaning contained in the master's every move and thought. Cultivators have never bound anything to their soul, for no other reason than that such an action is too risky.
Cultivators are not afraid of death. As long as their soul and spirit are not completely destroyed, there is always the possibility of being reborn. What they fear most is damage to their soul and spirit. This is not only because there is no possibility of reincarnation after death, but also because a person whose soul and spirit are damaged cannot ascend to immortality.
Such a crazy act would probably be rare even in the demon realm.
If it were anyone else, Ye Chi might find it surprising, but if the person is called "Ya Feiyu", Ye Chi wouldn't find it strange at all—as the only villain in the whole book, when has Ya Feiyu ever been normal?
Ye Chi raised an eyebrow. More than Ya Feiyu's crazy behavior, he was curious about the reason behind Ya Feiyu's actions: "Why is Ya Feiyu doing this? Shouldn't he have a chance to enter Linglong Pavilion?"
Unfortunately, the Danqing Sword was just a sword; it knew nothing: "...I don't know."
Ye Chi: "..." Okay, he shouldn't have had too many expectations about this sword. Ye Chi silently came back to his senses. He was looking around the vast imperial city, and the Danqing Sword had almost distracted him, making him forget the purpose of his trip.
“Since I can’t sense any aura…” Ye Chi rubbed his chin, concentrating for a long time. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He remembered something and took out a compass from his pocket. It was carved with lifelike cranes. He had used the object-finding compass once during his trip to Jinyu City. However, the compass at that time was made by a novice and inevitably had some shortcomings. The one in his hand was made by Ya Feiyu herself and placed in a brocade pouch.
He infused his spiritual power, and the crane standing on the pointer seemed to come alive, raising its head high. With a long cry, a pale blue spiritual stream appeared on the previously empty road. The color was very light and similar to the ground. If one did not look closely, it would be very easy to miss.
This is the spiritual power of Ya Feiyu.
Ye Chi leaped lightly from the height, landing like a cat. He then dared not delay for a moment, almost chasing after the spiritual energy on the ground.
Outside the imperial city, chaos reigned, but inside the palace, all was utterly silent. The concentration of demonic energy here was slightly lower than outside, yet the number of dead was no less. Some clearly important figures lay dead here, their blood mingling with the color of the red carpet, making them difficult to distinguish.
Ye Chi's brows hadn't relaxed since he stepped into this place; he felt... very uneasy.
Following the spiritual energy on the ground, he wandered through the intricate palace, almost getting lost. Finally, the spiritual energy stopped in front of a heavy door. This room was located on the top floor of the entire palace and was the most luxuriously decorated. Ye Chi guessed that this should be the bedroom of Lloyd, the master of the Sea Palace.
With no guards around, this place has probably fallen as well.
Ye Chi's heart sank slightly. He took a few steps forward and slowly pushed open the door.
What came into view was a demonic aura more intense than anywhere else.
Ye Chi stared in astonishment as he saw Lloyd lying in a pool of blood beside him, barely alive, and Ya Feiyu clutching a feather in his hand. His master was enveloped in demonic energy, his snow-white figure almost turning black, but he seemed oblivious, letting the demonic energy rage and get closer.
"Master!" he couldn't help but call out.
Ya Feiyu finally stirred, slowly turning its head, a flash of blood-red light appearing in its silver eyes.
Ye Chi couldn't see it clearly. Because the next second, a wave of spiritual energy carrying demonic power rushed towards him.
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