Chapter 13

Ye Baixiao’s figure remained motionless, his long eyebrows cold and sharp. He merely raised his hand lightly, and the surrounding light surged, forming a protective barrier behind him, directly blocking the sword light.

Yuehua’s hand went numb, and he took two steps back with his sword.

White mist rose around them. Ye Baixiao had already dressed Xie Fuyi in his clothes and carried him out in a flash.

Yuehua looked at Xie Fuyi being held in the other’s arms, red plum marks on his fair neck. He couldn’t help but feel both heartache and urgency. “Ah Fu, don’t trust him anymore. Where does this kind of cultivation method exist? He’s been deceiving you all along!”

Xie Fuyi: … Confused… Have I, the cannon fodder villain, become a victim?

No matter how devastated Xie Fuyi was, he could only continue to act according to the character settings.

“He’s been deceiving me…” Xie Fuyi muttered palely. If he had only doubted the overly intimate actions before, now, hearing Yuehua’s words, he couldn’t help but wonder if everything before was indeed a deception.

Ye Baixiao noticed Xie Fuyi’s pale expression, panicked, and hurriedly explained, “Master, I didn’t mean to deceive you, I…”

“How can a righteous cultivator use such methods for cultivation? Moreover, master and disciple?” Yuehua interrupted him, looking at Xie Fuyi’s bewildered and helpless expression with even more heartache, clenching his fists. “Afuyi, he has been bullying and insulting you!”

“Shut up!” Anger surged in Ye Baixiao’s chest, his eyes faintly glowing red. He barely suppressed it and turned to Xie Fuyi urgently, “Master, I never meant to bully you, nor insult you, I…” Like you…

Seeing him still trying to deceive Xie Fuyi, Yuehua was full of anger. “Ah Fuwere, don’t be deceived by him anymore. Come back with me to Yaoxian Sect.”

Ye Baixiao’s body tensed, looking at Yuehua as if he was looking at a dead person. “You’re asking for it.”

With that, he turned around and unleashed a palm strike towards Yuehua, the speed as fast as ice sweeping through.

Yuehua was unafraid, swiftly wielding his sword to deal with the incoming attacks from all directions.

Meanwhile, Xie Fuyi, who was contemplating severing ties with Ye Baixiao, thought to himself, “He hasn’t even spoken yet! Are the protagonist and the antagonist fighting because of me?”

In an instant, the two clashed dozens of times, their speed so fast it was hard to follow. Spiritual energies collided, and Ye Baixiao naturally had the upper hand over Yuehua.

Soon, Yuehua tasted blood in his mouth, and his arm, which wielded the sword, began to tremble.

He gritted his teeth and, in the next moment, Ye Baixiao’s palm unexpectedly shattered Yuehua’s spiritual sword. Countless water droplets rose at that moment, turning into sharp ice spikes flying towards Yuehua.

“Stop!”

Xie Fuyi’s eyes changed as he hurriedly flew forward to shield Yuehua—after all, he’s the protagonist getting hurt! How would the plot proceed if he dies?

As Ye Baixiao saw Xie Fuyi rushing to shield Yuehua, his pupils contracted. He almost instantly moved to stand in front of Xie Fuyi and hugged him. The ice spikes stopped just half an inch behind Ye Baixiao, but the shattered ice shards pierced his back, causing him to bleed profusely.

Xie Fuyi felt disarrayed—was the protagonist about to kill the protagonist? How could he steer the plot back? Are they going to walk the path of love and hate?

“Master, are you alright?” Ye Baixiao was scared to the point his heart seemed to stop, completely disregarding his own injuries, carefully checking the person in his arms.

Earlier, Xie Fuyi might have been fooled into doing those “cultivation” activities together, but now that he knew everything, how could he accept Ye Baixiao’s deception again?

Xie Fuyi slowly withdrew his hand, pursed his lips, and looked coldly at Ye Baixiao. “I can’t afford to be your master. With your powerful dragon spirit, why bother staying here and deceiving me? Leave.”

Facing Xie Fuyi’s cold, black, and icy gaze, Ye Baixiao felt a sense of panic rising from his chest. His body stiffened. “Master, I didn’t mean to deceive you, I…”

But Xie Fuyi didn’t want to listen to him anymore. He directly helped Yuehua up and left.

The master is angry.

Ye Baixiao felt suffocated. He forcibly suppressed the impulse to pull Xie Fuyi back into his arms and followed behind him step by step.

After Xie Fuyi and Yuehua entered the house, they closed the door.

“I told you to leave. I don’t want to see you anymore!” came the cold voice.

Ye Baixiao’s complexion turned pale, but he stubbornly stood outside the courtyard, his clenched fists digging into his flesh. Then, he slowly knelt down.

“Master, it’s my fault for deceiving you. You can hit me, scold me, punish me. I only beg you not to drive me away.”

Inside the house, Yuehua watched Xie Fuyi, who seemed absent-mindedly listening to the conversation outside, worried that he might be deceived by Ye Baixiao. He held Xie Fuyi’s hand, which he was using to heal him, and said softly, “Afuyi, do you want to go back to Yaoxian Sect with me?”

Xie Fuyi was stunned for a moment and slowly came back to his senses. “Go back with you?”

Xie Fuyi felt helpless—wasn’t it supposed to be the protagonist who brought him back to the sect, not the protagonist’s enemy? How did he end up in this situation?

He sighed and shook his head. “I’ve grown up here since childhood and I’m not familiar with the outside world.”

Xie Fuyi stopped Yuehua from saying anything more, got up slowly, his expression turning cold. “Yuehua Immortal, when your injuries are healed, you should go back. There must be many important matters waiting for you at Yaoxian Sect.”

Yuehua indeed needed to go back. He had thought that finding the Dragon God would make him fearless against the Demon Clan and save the people. But now, it seemed that this Dragon God was so shameless. He naturally needed to go back to discuss new strategies. However, he couldn’t bear to leave Xie Fuyi behind.

However, the other party was no longer the newly appointed Ye Baixiao, and he was also wary of himself for being caught in such a shameful situation.

Yuehua sighed and could only temporarily stay, trying to persuade Xie Fuyi.

…

After Xie Fuyi refused Yuehua’s kindness, he locked himself in the room.

When Ming Qing returned with

Ye Baixiao’s clothes were soaked and stained with mud. With a gentle wave of his hand, Chiye had already changed into a splendid dark red robe.

“Since you care so much about this foolish man, why not let me help you take a look?” Chiye smirked, rubbed his wrist, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared from the spot, silently entering Xie Fuyi’s room.