Chapter 3: The Savior
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Yu Rumu stepped into this inferno, her eyes and brows brimming with endless smiles.
Wang Lin felt as if he were in a different world, gazing at her radiant smile, as though they no longer belonged to the same realm.
To this senior sister,
Wang Lin harbored complex feelings, perhaps sensing a void of maternal love.
After Master Xuan Shui took him as a disciple, he was gravely injured on a mission. Urgent to stabilize his cultivation, Master Xuan Shui entrusted him to Yu Rumu’s care.
His first fire control, his first flame, his first release of a Kongming lantern—all were accompanied by her presence.
Though the elegant and unattainable beauty was seldom seen, this bright and dazzling senior sister was often at his side.
Sometimes, he selfishly wished she belonged only to him.
Yet all this delicate balance shattered with Ye Chen’s arrival.
The once empty training chamber and silent study no longer held the senior sister’s figure.
Only laughter echoed above the Ye family estate.
He began to plead and curry favor with her.
Every day, he devised new ways to make her smile, to cling to her presence.
She loved storytelling, so he mimicked the humorous tone of storytellers, slick and loquacious.
She loved music, so he begged the musicians, even at the cost of his own cultivation time, to practice instruments and learn arts.
She loved cultivation, so he saved his stipend to exchange for spirit stones, though the help was meager.
Yet he resolutely did it all.
Until that day, he finally understood.
What he truly loved was not storytelling, music, or cultivation itself.
It was Ye Chen’s elegance, his noble character… his strength within the Ye mansion.
Ha ha ha, and in her eyes, all this was but a childish game in an alley.
Utterly absurd and laughable!
Wang Lin steadied himself and staggered past Yu Rumu.
His expression was calm and composed, no longer bearing the joyous surprise of seeing her.
Some things cannot be forced...
Yu Rumu paused, her delicate smile stiffening.
She quickly attributed it to Wang Lin’s childish mood swings.
She sighed deeply.
Oh well, still childish, without parental care or proper etiquette.
He ought to be properly tempered.
Meanwhile,
Wang Lin stepped out of the fiery prison area.
The cool air around him was piercing, almost uncomfortable.
Instinctively, he glanced toward the mountain peak, spotting the pavilion of Xuan Shui Pavilion, and moved toward it.
Seeing Wang Lin heading there, Yu Rumu hurried after him.
Soon, the ornate Xuan Shui Pavilion came into full view.
There, many gathered atop its balcony, drinking and composing poetry, cups clinking in joy.
At the head sat a man and a woman, drawing all attention.
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The man’s sword-like brows and bright eyes marked him as extraordinary. The imperious gaze between his brows revealed a domineering aura, while his flowing golden-red robe made him look heroic and formidable.
The woman’s brows were delicately shaped, her skin pure and clean, her beauty cold and aloof, a presence both near and distant, inspiring reverence and fear.
Wang Lin paused, studying them carefully.
The second senior sister, Lu Qingyan.
The junior disciple, Ye Chen.
Familiar faces.
“How is it? After training in that fiery prison, no progress in cultivation?” Lu Qingyan’s cold face showed a hint of disdain.
A chorus of agreement arose immediately.
“Still, it’s Prince Ye’s leniency that put you in the fiery prison. It’s not torture, but a push to cultivate.”
“Exactly, even with a top-tier fire spirit root, your aura feels weak, worse than before.”
“Just a spirit root without cultivation talent—a waste of space on the immortal path. Go back to being a servant.”
“Ha ha ha…”
The waves of mocking laughter were relentless.
“Enough! Are you all worthy to speak ill of Senior Brother Wang?” Ye Chen’s righteous expression silenced the crowd with a mere wave of his hand.
Then Ye Chen turned, concern written plainly as he looked at Wang Lin.
“Senior Brother Wang, are your injuries severe? That day, the elder’s outburst was too fierce—he might have lost control.”
Ye Chen’s combination of sternness and sweetness made Wang Lin want to applaud.
He first quelled the chaos, asserting his authority, then feigned concern for Wang Lin, cultivating an image of care.
No wonder Ye Chen managed to secure the favor of several senior sisters and achieve greatness.
If not for Wang Lin’s past life experiences, facing such a strong, domineering yet tender Ye Chen, he would not have sensed anything unusual.
Yu Rumu, trailing behind, was momentarily stunned by Ye Chen’s words.
She remembered only Ye Chen’s injuries, defending Ye Chen.
But she had forgotten that day’s scene.
Wang Lin had been struck hard by the arriving elder of the Ye family.
Only then did she notice Wang Lin’s faint aura, his strength diminished rather than increased in the fiery prison.
Usually meticulous, how could she have been so careless now?
Filled with guilt and a mix of frustration and tenderness for Wang Lin’s silence, she reached out to take his hand gently.
“Are your injuries serious? Why didn’t you say earlier? Does it still hurt?”
Her brows showed urgent worry, her sparkling eyes fixed on Wang Lin, stirring pity and a desire to comfort.
Ye Chen noticed Yu Rumu’s expression and felt a chill, a sharp killing intent rising in his heart once more.
He thought to himself: I should have had the elder use full strength and ended him then—he’s nothing but an eyesore now!
Perhaps, this servant had arrived earlier, and the senior sisters, valuing sentiment, had some lingering affection.
Still, Ye Chen already had plans to slowly destroy Wang Lin.
Wang Lin looked at the jade arm extended by Yu Rumu but took a small step back, then smiled at Ye Chen.
“Thank you for your concern, junior brother. I’m not seriously hurt. But your leg hasn’t improved in days—could it be a hidden illness?”
“And thank you, senior sister, but… I don’t need help now.”
With that, Wang Lin’s expression turned cold as he avoided Yu Rumu’s hand.
“How arrogant and presumptuous! Senior sister cares for you so much, and this is your attitude?”
“Shameful! You don’t deserve to be Master Xuan Shui’s disciple!”
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The crowd’s anger flared at Wang Lin’s disregard for the senior sister’s care.
“Hmph! Seeking attention! If you have this realization, then apologize here to Junior Brother Ye and the Ye family!”
The proud Lu Qingyan spoke coldly, her superiority evident.
She had never liked this sycophantic junior brother Wang Lin, whose smooth, opportunistic ways irritated her.
Compared to Ye Chen’s openness and generosity, Wang Lin was like a teacher lurking in dark corners—she would fight for Ye Chen’s justice.
“Apologize! Apologize to Young Master Ye and the Ye family!”
“Only because it’s Young Master Ye, you weren’t beaten with thorns and sent to the Ye family to beg forgiveness.”
“If it were another clan, you’d have been torn to pieces and fed to the dogs!”
The uproar on the pavilion was deafening, a tidal wave of voices roaring.
Many figures gathered nearby, all joining in the condemnation of Wang Lin.
The crowd surged, their shouts relentless.
Faced with this overwhelming tide, Wang Lin felt as if he had returned to the day of his death in a past life.
That day, he finally uncovered the secret of Ye Chen and the entire Ye family.
Ye Chen was not a true son of the Ye family.
The great elder of the Ye family had performed dark rites, sacrificing countless lives and disciples to obtain a demonic fetus. Ye Chen’s innate evil nature cultivated the Overlord’s Supreme Art, appearing upright in practice but in truth a soul-devouring evil technique.
Master Xuan Shui’s water ripple purification could suppress and remove Ye Chen’s evil aura.
The masters had been manipulated and ultimately enslaved, the entire sect’s cultivators controlled, spreading corruption throughout the cultivation world.
Wang Lin sought to reveal the truth but was met only with mad laughter and a chilling smile.
The whole sect was under control, even the senior sisters who once cherished him.
One stabbed him with a sword, the last piercing his heart.
From the third senior sister, Tong Ying, he remembered most her disdainful, contemptuous gaze.
Though brave enough to expose the plot, he was labeled a corruptor, a sinner fallen to demonic ways.
After death, his body was discarded off a cliff to be torn apart by wild dogs.
That day, surrounded by thousands of followers, Ye Chen stood calmly in the crowd.
Wang Lin wept as he reported to the sect leader, who only shook his head.
“Stop clinging to delusions.”
Wang Lin’s dreams shattered completely.
He turned to see Ye Chen’s expression—neither sad nor happy—just sitting quietly, godlike and untouchable.
His thoughts slowly returned to the present.
Listening to the mountain-shattering, sea-roaring cries of “Apologize!”
Wang Lin suddenly wanted to laugh, laugh freely and heartily.
Apologize? Of course he would apologize.
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