Chapter 18

The Demon Doctor, under the oppressive gaze of His Majesty, carefully examined Xie Fuyi. However, he couldn’t find any reason for Xie Fuyi’s blood vomiting. Clearly, the person’s body showed everything normal, except for being overly indulgent in recent days, resulting in excessive weakness.

In the end, he could only consider and say, “Your Majesty, Master Xie probably fainted due to anger affecting his heart. Resting well with some warming spiritual medicine should suffice.”

Thinking back to how he had angered the person before his collapse, Chiye regretted it somewhat. He shouldn’t have been so quick with his tongue.

Xie Fuyi had been unconscious for two days, and Chiye had been by his bedside, personally taking care of him.

As Xie Fuyi slowly opened his eyes, he saw Chiye approaching with a bowl of medicine.

Why did the other person always feed him whenever he woke up?

Expressionless, Xie Fuyi knocked the medicine porridge out of Chiye’s hand. “Get lost!”

He realized that the protagonists of this world wouldn’t kill him, so he had lost hope. This cannon fodder mission was doomed to fail.

Because his role as cannon fodder should have ended in the Misty Valley, his coughing up blood and fainting signaled his impending departure from this novel’s world.

The plot had already collapsed, but they still had to maintain the character settings, ensuring consistency!

Chiye dared not overstep again, fearing to distress him further. He carefully coaxed, “Your body is weak. Drink the medicine to recuperate. I’ll find you spiritual medicines and techniques to boost your spiritual power. Whatever you want to do, I’ll help. I promise not to deceive you!”

Xie Fuyi silently watched the nervous Chiye, his weak brows furrowing slightly. Then, he uttered a few words with his thin lips parted, “Kill me.”

Chiye’s face turned pale. Did he hate him that much? Enough to not want to live anymore?

Clutching his fists, Chiye said firmly, “Absolutely not.”

Xie Fuyi didn’t want to speak anymore and slowly closed his eyes… He really wanted the other person to kill him.

Chiye felt unbearable pain in his heart. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Xie Fuyi’s delicate brows furrow, followed by severe coughing, blood flowing from between his lips.

Chiye’s pupils contracted. “Ah Fu!”

…

The Demon Doctor was called again. He looked at the person, who had grown weaker in just two days, scratching his head without finding the cause.

Finally, he looked at the still visible red marks on Xie Fuyi’s exposed arm and said seriously, “Your Majesty, Master Xie’s body is still mortal. It can’t withstand such torment. If this continues, he will inevitably become weaker.”

Both Chiye and the image of Ye Baixiao in his mind felt bitter regret — it was he who, disregarding his wishes, had forced him into pleasure every day.

He knew Xie Fuyi detested it the most, yet he forced him, causing him to suffer from anger and psychological damage, which his body couldn’t bear.

“Ah Fu, I promise, without your consent, I will never force you again.” Chiye’s voice was hoarse as he half-knelt by the bedside, holding his hand. “As long as you recover, if you want to return to the Misty Valley, I’ll send you back immediately.”

Seeing the weakened person, they felt extremely uneasy — as if they were about to lose something crucial.

Xie Fuyi, as a cannon fodder character, existed because of the plot and would leave because of it. Originally, this character should have left the stage after the protagonists met. Now that the plot had gone awry, his role naturally had to disappear.

So, despite Ye Baixiao and Chiye exhausting all means, even with Chiye bringing various treasures and secrets of the demon race and Ye Baixiao exchanging half of his dragon blood to help him, they still couldn’t keep him. They could only watch him grow weaker day by day.

…

Several days later, Xie Fuyi had become so weak that he fell into a coma, his pale face devoid of any vitality, almost lifeless.

Ye Baixiao knelt by Xie Fuyi’s bed, his usually calm demeanor absent, holding his hand with red eyes. “Master, tell me, what should I do for you to get better?”

“Master, don’t you hate me enough to want to kill me? As long as you get better, I’ll let you kill me.”

No matter what Ye Baixiao said in his ear, the unconscious person remained pale, breathing so faintly it was barely noticeable.

Seeing no response, Ye Baixiao panicked, feeling helpless and desperate. His tone became urgent, “Master, if you don’t wake up soon, I’ll go to the Yaoxian Sect and kill all the righteous cultivators, including Moonlight!”

After a moment, the heavy eyelids on the bed finally twitched. Ye Baixiao was instantly overjoyed, trembling as he held the other’s hand tightly, “Master?”

Xie Fuyi’s first words upon difficulty opening his mouth were unexpected, “Have you gone mad?”

If this cannon fodder dies, it’s fine, but if the protagonist attacker kills the protagonist receiver, then this world will cease to exist!

Ye Baixiao paused, the bitterness rising from his heart made his throat bitter, “Master, you’re so cruel to me, yet you’re so concerned about him. No matter what I call you, I can’t wake you up, but as soon as I mention him, you wake up. Do you really like him that much?”

Xie Fuyi remained expressionless: …

“So be it.” Ye Baixiao let out a long breath, reaching out to tightly hold his soft body, burying his head in the neck and smelling the faint scent of herbs, his words filled with determination, “Master, you mustn’t have any accidents, otherwise, I’ll kill Moonlight.”

Xie Fuyi was speechless. It seemed that even if he died, there was no hope for the protagonist attacker and the protagonist receiver to be together.

He could feel himself leaving. Xie Fuyi still wanted to struggle for the plot a bit longer. As long as he made the other give up, maybe they could develop feelings as they fought with the protagonist receiver?

He used the last ounce of his strength to softly say, “Ye Baixiao, don’t call me Master. I never truly accepted you as my disciple… I was just… using you…”

The gentle and faint words felt like a dagger deeply piercing into Ye Baixiao’s heart.

He hugged the person in his arms, who had already lost his breath, and tried to call out to him, but it felt like even breathing was painful.

The excruciating pain made his eyes turn red, and somehow, he merged with the Chiyeno within him.

Ye Baixiao ultimately called out to him in a hoarse voice, “Master…”

“Your Majesty! The righteous cultivators have breached in and are about to arrive…” A demon soldier ran in to report, covered in blood, but before he could finish, he was sent flying by a flash of sword light behind him.

After returning to the Yaoxian Sect, Moonlight quickly united with the cultivators of various sects to attack the Demon Realm. With Mingqing having the Soul-Chasing Incense developed by Xie Fuyi, they followed the figure taken away by Xie Fuyi and soon found the entrance to the Demon Realm.

Meanwhile, the Demon Lord, Chiye, had been guarding Xie Fuyi all along, completely indifferent to the impending battle, which allowed the righteous sects to gain momentum day by day.

However, Ye Baixiao paid no attention, only holding the motionless person in his arms.

As Moonlight and Mingqing advanced into the Demon Lord’s palace, they immediately saw Xie Fuyi tightly held by Ye Baixiao on the large bed.

His face was peaceful and pale, but he was already cold all over and had no breath — he was dead.

“Master!”

“Ah Fu!”