Chapter 11

Ye Baixiao was pondering how to make Yuehua disappear in the Misty Valley when at the courtyard gate, a tall figure was already walking back slowly.

Yuehua walked slowly, covered in bloodstains, his white clothes almost dyed red, yet he still maintained his steady pace.

He stopped step by step in front of Ye Baixiao, their eyes meeting. Yuehua’s cold and pale face remained indifferent as he glanced behind Ye Baixiao. “Is Afu alright?”

Using such an affectionate term? Ye Baixiao subtly furrowed his brows and replied coolly, “He doesn’t need your concern. Once he’s healed, leave quickly. You won’t find what you’re looking for here.”

“Do you know what I’m looking for?” Yuehua was momentarily stunned, realizing the implication behind Ye Baixiao’s words. He frowned slightly, taking a step forward, his gaze equally icy as he assessed Ye Baixiao’s expression. Slowly, he said, “The prophecy foretold that the Dragon God could save the world, but now it seems that the prophecy may be wrong.”

As the tension between them escalated, the door behind them suddenly opened, and a well-groomed Xie Fuyi walked out, his expression changing when he saw Yuehua covered in blood. “Yuehua Immortal!” He hurried forward to support him, his gentle voice tinged with concern. “Why are you covered in so much blood? Are you alright?”

Yuehua glanced at Ye Baixiao before the person who moments ago was as cold as ice suddenly coughed a few times, then leaned against Xie Fuyi’s shoulder. “I’m fine, just a bit dizzy.”

Xie Fuyi quickly said, “Let me help you back to your room.”

Supporting Yuehua, Xie Fuyi walked towards the room, and without forgetting, casually instructed Ye Baixiao, “Heat up some water.”

He didn’t even spare a glance at Ye Baixiao.

A heavy feeling settled in Ye Baixiao’s chest, throbbing with discomfort.

…

After reapplying medication and bandaging Yuehua’s wounds, Xie Fuyi sighed as he looked at him. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault this time. I knew your injury hadn’t healed yet, but I still brought you up the mountain, worsening your condition.”

Yuehua looked at him, and in his cold black eyes, there was an imperceptible tenderness. “It’s not your fault. You wanted to help me relax, and it was my own carelessness. I should thank you.”

Xie Fuyi: …

Now that the damsel-in-distress plot is out of the question, how can the protagonist make progress? And there’s still no sign that the protagonist wants to kill him!

He truly fears that the protagonist, like the protagonist’s counterpart, might stray onto the wrong path and involve him as a mere pawn.

No, how can he make the other party burn him?

…

The next day, Xie Fuyi emerged from the alchemy room early in the morning. In front of his room, there was a bowl of fragrant sweet porridge and a stack of snacks in the food box.

Probably Ye Baixiao’s thoughtful gesture, he carried it directly to Yuehua’s room.

“Yuehua Immortal, are your injuries better?” Xie Fuyi took out the items from the food box one by one and handed the bowl of porridge to him. “Have some porridge.”

Yuehua was sitting cross-legged, cultivating to heal his injuries. As he finished his practice and saw Xie Fuyi’s warm eyes and gentle demeanor, even his icy gaze softened. The sharp edges of his lips curved slightly. “Thank you, Afu.”

Even though he had been fasting, he didn’t want to refuse Xie Fuyi’s kindness.

Yuehua reached for the bowl of porridge, but as Xie Fuyi approached, he sniffed the air, his expression suddenly wary. His gaze locked onto Xie Fuyi, his eyes filled with suspicion. “Why do you smell like blood medicine?”

To refine medicine using someone else’s blood, forcibly enhancing one’s own spiritual power—it was a disgraceful taboo practice!

Yuehua couldn’t believe it. His brows furrowed tightly as he stared at Xie Fuyi.

That look terrified Xie Fuyi, his face paling as if he had been caught red-handed. He stuttered, unable to form coherent words. “I-I…I don’t… I have something else to do, I’ll leave first…”

He panicked, wanting to leave, but Yuehua, originally just suspicious, now saw through his guilty appearance. His heart raced with shock and anger. Grabbing Xie Fuyi’s wrist, he pulled him back, his expression icy. “Explain yourself before you go.”

Xie Fuyi felt a wave of relief—discovered! Angry!

It wasn’t in vain that he swallowed an unrefined blood medicine before coming. Now, he would expose the other’s hypocrisy and then throw him into the alchemy furnace!

Excitedly plotting in his mind, Xie Fuyi’s face turned pale under Yuehua’s firm grasp. He stammered, unable to explain himself clearly.

But as Yuehua restrained him in his embrace, their proximity, separated only by thin fabric, made Xie Fuyi’s body react uncontrollably to the effects of the medicine. He felt feverish all over, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes misted over.

“You… Mm…” Xie Fuyi stared at Yuehua, why wasn’t he doing anything? The medicine was taking effect!

But unfortunately, with his eyes watery and his voice trembling, Xie Fuyi’s ambiguous words and teary tone almost instantly shattered Ye Baixiao’s composure.

“Master.” Ye Baixiao’s dark gaze swept over the breakfast he had brought for Xie Fuyi, now placed next to Yuehua. Finally, his eyes settled on Xie Fuyi, unable to contain the surging emotions within him.

He knew that after taking blood medicine, one needed a deep spiritual power to help absorb it, yet Xie Fuyi still came to Yuehua for help. Was it to seek his assistance?

Just the thought of Xie Fuyi being intimate with someone else made Ye Baixiao’s heart ache as if being sliced with a knife, every joint ached with pain. He wished he could kill anyone who touched him.

Sensing Ye Baixiao’s terrifying killing intent, Yuehua’s heart skipped a beat. Worried that Ye Baixiao might harm Xie Fuyi, he quickly shielded him behind him.

But in the next moment, an overwhelming chill swept over them. Yuehua felt a sharp pain in his chest. Before he could fully support himself, he couldn’t even see the other person’s actions clearly before Xie Fuyi disappeared.

The room fell silent, only the swaying door proving that Ye Baixiao had just taken Xie Fuyi away.

Yuehua’s face turned icy. He couldn’t understand where Xie Fuyi got the blood medicine from. Why was Ye Baixiao so furious? And why did he take away Xie Fuyi, who was in a confused state? What was he trying to do?

Yuehua pressed his lips tightly together, his hands forming seals as he followed the faint scent of medicine in the air.

…

Being held tightly in someone’s arms, the cold wind brought a moment of clarity to Xie Fuyi’s overheated brain. Watching Ye Baixiao take him away, Xie Fuyi felt a surge of hatred—so close! This guy ruined everything again!