The Oblivious Hero Will Be Eaten by the Yandere - Chapter 4

Sui Yueheng thought that he truly needed to calm down.

He had to admit that before he left, Ye Chen’s lifeless, desolate expression had left him feeling utterly miserable as well. It was a dull, suffocating ache, winding through his mind, his heart, and every vessel where his blood flowed. It was a thousand times more grueling than having one’s heart carved out or bones scraped clean.

Yet, if he were to let go now and allow Ye Chen to leave, he felt that such an outcome would be worse than immediate death.

Even though he had finally achieved his heart’s desire by locking the man by his side, he now found himself ridiculously afraid to go back.

Yes, it was absurd.

He had already trapped the man. Ye Chen was his own student, he had raised him, and he knew every one of the boy’s methods and hidden cards inside out. He had easily cut off all of Ye Chen’s paths of retreat, but in the end, he was the one who didn’t dare to face him.

He was his master, after all.

Today, he had returned here. He stood stiffly at the entrance for a full hour before he finally summoned the courage to open the door.

So much time had passed, how was his Chen’er doing now? Would he be shouting in anger, resisting, or would he still have that soul-dead look? Various possibilities flashed through his mind, even the most extreme scenario occurred to him. If Ye Chen’s heart had died because of him and he sought to end his own life, then, Sui Yueheng thought, he should go and die right along with him.

Ye Chen was destined never to know about Sui Yueheng’s internal monologue. Even if he did, he wouldn’t feel anything. Shouldn’t a person who did something wrong suffer the condemnation of their own conscience? It was only right.

After his initial excitement, he quickly realized a problem. Even if he did make it to the outside world and had a chance to call for help, how would he even phrase the plea? Tell them that he had been… by his own master?

And among his friends, he didn’t know who else might harbor the same twisted thoughts toward him. Ye Chen felt the words simply wouldn’t come out.

Just then, Sui Yueheng’s fingertips moved slightly. A strand of soft spiritual energy reached out, propping him up from the bed.

Ye Chen didn’t want to move at all. He wanted to ignore Sui Yueheng entirely, as if by doing so, he could pretend none of this had ever happened. But in an instant, the memory of what had occurred earlier surfaced. That feeling of being completely out of control was too terrifying, and he began to struggle violently.

However, his spiritual power was completely sealed, and he had never placed much importance on physical cultivation. Naturally, he couldn’t break free in the slightest. Instead, he ended up being pulled even closer against Sui Yueheng’s chest.

As a cold fragrance washed over him, Ye Chen’s entire body went rigid. As if struck by lightning, he jerked his head away, his face twisting into an expression of utter loathing.

“Get lost… You’re my master… aren’t you disgusted by yourself?”

Sui Yueheng’s movements paused. He had already decided to walk this dark path to the very end. Either Ye Chen would accept becoming his Dao companion, or they would remain entangled like this forever until they went to the yellow springs together. He even felt his previous hesitation was laughable. Since he couldn’t bring himself to give up regardless of the cost, what was the point of overthinking it?

“You find me disgusting… but as I recall, didn’t you used to say the person you liked most was Master?”

He looked down at Ye Chen’s flushed face, watching the waves of shame, anger, and loathing in his eyes. A very soft sigh escaped his throat.

The blood in Ye Chen’s body felt as if it rushed to his head in an instant, only to suddenly freeze solid. He had indeed said those words… but the “like” back then was filial piety, reliance, and a heart full of reverence for an elder. When had there ever been even a shred of improper intent?

How had it become something so… foul when spoken by Sui Yueheng?

“You… you’re talking nonsense!”

“Where am I lying?”

“I clearly didn’t mean it that way! Let go of me… I don’t want to… I don’t want to do this with you anymore…”

Ye Chen couldn’t finish the sentence, his face turning completely scarlet.

Sui Yueheng looked down at the hand clutching his lapel. This was likely an unconscious action on Ye Chen’s part. If the boy were following his true feelings, he’d probably want to push him as far away as possible.

However, seeing Ye Chen’s fierce resistance actually made him feel a bit more at ease. At the very least, it seemed that extreme “last resort” scenario wouldn’t be happening.

“If you didn’t mean it that way, then what did you mean?” His voice dropped to a low whisper. “Who is the one grabbing my sleeve and won’t let go right now?”

Ye Chen pulled his hand back as if he’d been electrocuted. He felt truly sickened, unable to comprehend why Sui Yueheng had turned into this person. His master was supposed to be a gentle man, upright and elegant, a literal role model for those seeking immortality.

But now…

Ye Chen felt as if the spot that had touched Sui Yueheng’s clothes was stained with something filthy. He subconsciously rubbed his hand against the silk quilt at his side. That look of revulsion fell into Sui Yueheng’s eyes, causing his heart to sink and his expression to darken along with it.

This time, he said nothing, simply leaning down to kiss him in silence.

Starfall City sat adjacent to the western foothills of the Cangwu Mountain Range, situated at the intersection of spiritual veins in the Southern Region of the Central Continent.

The city’s founding dated back thousands of years. It was named Starfall because a meteor had once crashed into a lotus pond during the night. However, Starfall City’s real growth was due to the Cangwu Mountain Range, a place teeming with demonic beasts and countless heavenly treasures.

The city wasn’t large. For the cultivation world, where cities often housed millions, this was merely a lower-middle-tier town with a permanent population of just over 400,000. Aside from mortals, most were cultivators in the Body Tempering or Qi Condensation stages. Foundation Establishment cultivators were considered rare.

Within Starfall City, there were three major families. A Foundation Establishment cultivator here would be an elder or even a Family Head. However, because the mountains were full of treasures, merchant caravans or treasure hunters often passed through. Among these people, Golden Core cultivators might occasionally appear.

As a stopping point for those entering or leaving the mountains, a few extra strangers appearing or disappearing in Starfall City wouldn’t attract any notice at all.

But the two people who appeared here today were a bit too eye-catching.

It was noon, the busiest time for the market district. The streets were packed with vendors carrying poles, rogue cultivators haggling over prices, and caravan workers leading spiritual beasts. The air was a cacophony of noise, smelling of the bitter scent of spiritual herbs mixed with the musk of beast pelts, though the dominant scents were blood and sweat.

Low-level cultivators couldn’t abstain from food, and since they spent their lives in the mountains, it was inevitable they’d carry a bit of a scent. A group of men carrying a bamboo stretcher hurried through the crowd, and people moved aside to give them room. It looked like chaos, yet it moved with a certain rhythm that allowed the market to function.

Many people on the street were sizing up the two men walking slowly. They were utterly out of place.

The man walking on the outside wore a plain white, wide-sleeved robe. He had a tall, upright stature and refined features. His gaze was like moonlight soaking into stone. Though he wore no ornaments, he exuded an air of elegance, coldness, and nobility. It was impossible to sense any clear spiritual fluctuations from him, making it certain he wasn’t a mortal, yet his exact cultivation level was impossible to discern.

His pace wasn’t fast. One hand lightly supported the waist of the person beside him, gently shielding him from the crowding throng. It looked like protection, but it was also a form of imprisonment.

The youth being shielded was lean and wore a veil. The skin that remained visible was so pale it was almost translucent. His eyes were downcast, long lashes casting shadows that hid all emotion. His steps were somewhat unsteady, appearing exhausted to the point of needing to be half-carried.

His cultivation level was also undetectable, but strangely, there wasn’t a single ripple of spiritual energy on him, as if the world’s spiritual energy was actively avoiding him. Yet, anyone with keen perception would realize the youth’s body was devoid of all impurities, transparent and clean to an extreme that no mortal could ever achieve.

These two were Sui Yueheng and Ye Chen.

A day ago, Sui Yueheng had taken Ye Chen from the ice chamber and arrived at Starfall City. Only then did Ye Chen realize that the place he had been held was actually the Cangwu Mountain Range.

When he found out, he felt a stifling ache in his chest. He had once spent a long time training in these mountains back when Sui Yueheng was still playing the role of the “good master,” teaching him with meticulous care. Back then, even though life was tough, Ye Chen looked back on it with immense nostalgia.

…In any case, he was much better off then than he was now.

As they walked through the bustling main street, they were completely disconnected from the mundane atmosphere around them. Ye Chen’s gaze landed on the roadside stalls. Those familiar shops, the smooth stone-paved roads, and even that eatery on the corner formed his very first memories of this world.

At that time, he was the famous “trash” of the Ye family. Even though he came from a cultivation family, his meridians were blocked. He couldn’t even manage the basic intake of Qi, so the family had sent him here to manage the market.

This market didn’t have anything of value. There weren’t even many Qi Condensation cultivators, so there was no profit to be made even if one wanted to. But since he was part of the main Ye bloodline, the family had dumped this place on him.

Ye Chen remembered that he used to always keep an eye on the cultivators coming out of the mountains, hoping to find something that looked like junk but was actually mysterious. Based on his experience reading novels in his past life, what if he accidentally picked up some legendary opportunity?

And he actually did find one. Not from the hands of a cultivator, but… he literally just picked it up.

By a stream on the outskirts of Starfall City, Ye Chen had found a thumb ring. After he tried putting it on, Sui Yueheng appeared.

It was nothing like the “Old Man Gold Finger” trope Ye Chen had imagined. When he first saw Sui Yueheng, Ye Chen was genuinely stunned.

What happened to the old man mentor? Why does he look so young?

Back then, Sui Yueheng wore the same plain white robes, his dark hair held by a simple jade pin. He stood on a green rock by the stream, his figure ethereal and translucent, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Ye Chen, having never seen such a sight, had words like “ethereal,” “elegant,” “refined,” and “noble” pop into his head all at once.

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