After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 81
Chapter 81: A Move Regretted
Yin Ci took a step forward, shielding Jiang Ziyou behind him.
He glared at Wen Shili like a fierce little beast.
Wen Shili took out a small vial from his robe and handed it over, his voice unusually soft and gentle, a tone he had never used before:
“You haven’t been taking your medicine properly these past days. I’ve brought it for you.”
Jiang Ziyou reacted as if provoked, violently knocking the vial to the ground.
“I won’t take it! It’s disgusting!”
The dozen or so small pills scattered into the snow.
“Hiss—”
The few onlookers gasped.
The usually otherworldly Wen Shili, cool and aloof as an exiled immortal, actually bent down slowly.
He meticulously searched the snow for the pills and carefully put them back into the vial.
He said, “Ziyou, how long do you think you can live without your master?”
Jiang Ziyou replied, “Even if I can’t live long, it’s better than staying by your side. I don’t want to spend another moment with you. Why didn’t you just let me die a hundred years ago? That would’ve ended it all! Why bother saving me!”
“You’ve imprisoned millions in the abyss, using forbidden techniques to extend my life at the cost of theirs. Just thinking about how the medicine I’ve taken over the past thirty years was made with their lifeblood makes me sick!”
“So, you know everything now.”
Wen Shili’s tone was calm as he stated the fact.
“Everything…”
He looked into the distance, his gaze empty, staring at a point in the void.
His figure seemed thin and desolate.
That day, after Jiang Ziyou’s death, a craftsman who specialized in engraving monuments delivered the completed one to the mountain as agreed.
The craftsman asked, “Immortal, what was your relationship with Jiang Ziyou?”
Wen Shili didn’t bother responding to the craftsman.
His mind was consumed by trying to understand the intense unease and anomaly in his heart.
Was it because of Jiang Ziyou’s death?
He had long known that the war between immortals and demons was inevitable.
So, he had planned ahead and created a backup vessel for himself to eliminate future worries.
Jiang Ziyou had mediocre talent and poor aptitude; his contributions to the human world were minimal.
But he had reached the Mahayana stage, eliminating countless demons and evildoers in his life.
If only one could survive, any rational person would know what to do.
Jiang Ziyou was merely a wooden puppet, his essence derived from Wen Shili himself.
It was only right that it returned to him.
He had done nothing wrong.
The craftsman, seeing his long silence, repeated the question.
Wen Shili replied, “…His master.”
The craftsman was taken aback.
“Huh? You’re not dead?”
Wen Shili stood with his hands behind his back, cold and indifferent amidst the harsh wind and snow.
He shot the craftsman a frosty glance but said nothing.
The craftsman shuddered in fear, stammering, “Then… what about this monument?”
Wen Shili looked at the monument and couldn’t tear his gaze away.
For the first time in his life, his face showed a hint of confusion and helplessness.
The monument was densely engraved with Wen Shili’s life story, and beside it was a stone statue in Jiang Ziyou’s likeness.
Decades of emotions flooded forth like a torrent.
Every memory from the past flashed through his mind in an instant.
“I love swordsmanship. I want to become someone like Master, a hero who helps the weak and saves the world.”
“Master, I don’t know how to read this word. Can you teach me?”
“My snowman is shielding you from the wind and snow.”
“Master… these past ten years… have you ever… even for a moment… treated me as…”
It hurt.
Something was shattering, pressing down on him until he could barely breathe.
“Oh dear, Immortal, you’ve really taken in an ungrateful disciple. You’re not even dead yet, and he’s already rushing to have a monument made for you. What a sin…”
“Please don’t return it. He was so particular, listing hundreds of things in this booklet. I carved every single one, not missing a word. Just running a small business here…”
The craftsman kept talking, but Wen Shili only felt colder and colder.
His once-thin white robe seemed especially bleak now.
In that instant, he seemed to hear the mocking laughter of the heart demon in his imagination.
“Regret, do you? Hahaha! Do you regret it?!”
Silently, he mouthed a single word:
“Regret.”
His Dao heart wavered.
In that moment, the heart demon struck.
Jiang Ziyou.
His little disciple.
Was dead.
And had become the unspeakable obsession buried deep in his heart.
Suppressing the metallic taste rising in his throat, he spoke to the craftsman in a slightly trembling voice, “Leave the monument here.”
The craftsman moved the monument into the courtyard.
“Alright.”
“Wait.”
“Immortal, is there something else?”
“Change the name on the inscription. My disciple… is dead.”
Jiang Ziyou had only known that whenever Wen Shili descended the mountain, he would watch him leave from the gate.
But he didn’t know that Wen Shili always turned back to look at him, once he was out of sight, before leaving.
Jiang Ziyou had only known that Wen Shili had casually thrown him a Feiying Liuyun Sword.
But he didn’t know that Wen Shili had ventured alone into an ancient secret realm, braving countless dangers to find it for him.
Jiang Ziyou had only known that he was Wen Shili’s puppet, created to save his life.
But he didn’t know that Wen Shili, a half-immortal, had his Dao heart shaken by his death.
Someone who had one foot in immortality developed a heart demon before his tribulation.
Wen Shili came back to his senses, feeling as if the whole world had turned blank.
His eyes were bloodshot, and all he could see was Jiang Ziyou.
He said, “Ziyou, don’t hate your master…”
Jiang Ziyou, however, pressed his lips together and stared at the snow, his eyes also red.
“I don’t hate you, but I don’t want to go back with you.”
The two stood silently in a standoff, with Jiang Niannian and the others watching quietly from the side.
At that moment, a powerful pressure suddenly swept over them.
A group of people descended in force, surrounding the courtyard from above.
Everyone was stunned.
Yin Buqi’s crimson eyes turned cold.
His spiritual consciousness could see the crowd several miles away.
The four major sects had brought their peak masters, elders, and disciples to encircle them.
Thunderous voices boomed from all directions:
“We came to capture the Nether Evil Resentment Seed, but who would have thought we’d uncover such a scandal?”
“The esteemed True Monarch Qinghe actually committed such atrocities!”
“Wen Shili, today you won’t leave alive!”
