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The cave was pitch black, seemingly bottomless, with chilling winds echoing from within, sending shivers down one's spine.
However, for the elderly man in his seventies, these factors seemed to pose no problem at all, nor did they evoke the slightest hint of fear.
After cautiously scanning the surroundings and confirming that no one had noticed him, the old man leaped into the cave.
He took out a fire stick from his pocket and lit it, the faint glow illuminating a few feet around him.
This was an artificially dug passageway, about half a yard wide, with irregular marks left by a shovel on the walls, reminiscent of a vegetable storage cellar.
However, compared to a cellar, this passageway was much longer, extending forward into an unknown depth.
The old man walked swiftly through the dim space, his steps agile and showing no signs of age. In fact, under the weak light of the fire stick, his deeply lined face revealed an odd expression.
After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the old man finally reached his destination—a dark chamber measuring about three yards square. There were several oil lamps on the walls, which he lit one by one, revealing everything in the chamber.
It turned out to be quite simple; aside from a large bed carved from cold jade stone, there was nothing else in the dark room.
The old man chuckled to himself and thought that the Cold Jade Stone Bed was indeed a treasure with remarkable healing properties; it was worth all the effort he had put into acquiring it.
At that moment, lying on the Cold Jade Stone Bed was a young boy. The boy had handsome features and a slightly thin frame; it was Ye Tian, who had fallen off a cliff that day.
"Little one, you are not meant to perish," the old man said as he approached and checked Ye Tian's pulse. After a moment, he grinned widely, revealing teeth stained yellow.
This boy was someone he had rescued a month ago downstream; at that time, he had been on the brink of death with multiple fractures. The most severe injury was to his heart's meridians, which showed signs of being nearly ruptured.
Perhaps it was due to falling from such a great height. Nevertheless, considering that he had survived a fall from a sheer cliff, this child must be extraordinary.
Perhaps he could help me reclaim everything that belongs to me...
The old man thought this and brought the young boy back.
As of today, it has been thirty days since the boy fell into a coma, a full month.
The old man withdrew his hand; after checking the pulse just now, the boy had completely escaped life-threatening danger. It seemed that in another ten days or half a month, he would awaken.
…………
In a hazy state, Ye Tian seemed to see a delicate figure waving at him. She parted her cherry lips and kept saying something.
Ye Tian wanted to respond but found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not make a sound. The delicate figure seemed a bit angry; she turned around and walked away without looking back.
Ye Tian wanted to chase after her, but when he tried to move his feet, he realized that both legs were unresponsive. No matter how much effort he exerted, he could not move an inch.
At that moment, the delicate figure suddenly paused, turned around, and smiled brightly at him. Her lovely face appeared before his eyes like a warm breeze on a winter day, evoking tenderness in his heart.
“Xiaoshuang…”
Ye Tian softly called out.
“Ye Tian brother…”
The delicate figure responded.
“Xiaoshuang, wait for me; I will come to find you right away.” As Ye Tian spoke, a mist suddenly appeared between them, making Cold Frost's face increasingly blurry.
A surge of urgency filled his heart; after searching for two years, Xiaoshuang finally appeared before him. He could not let her slip away again.
Ye Tian began to run; his feet no longer felt heavy. After running a few steps, he finally reached Xiaoshuang's side.
Slowly reaching out his hand, he wanted to caress Xiaoshuang's warm face, but as his palm approached a certain point, the distance between them suddenly seemed fixed. No matter how Ye Tian chased after her, they remained half a foot apart.
Half a foot wasn't far, but no matter what, he couldn't reach her. Moreover, Xiaoshuang's features seemed to grow increasingly blurry, becoming harder and harder to see...
"Xiaoshuang!"
Ye Tian called out anxiously, but there was no response from the other side.
The thick fog had completely concealed Cold Frost's face, leaving only a vague figure quietly approaching.
His heart raced wildly; Ye Tian felt that he would surely be able to embrace Xiaoshuang tightly once again.
In an instant, the thick fog began to dissipate, though it was still somewhat hazy. From within the enveloping mist, a voice emerged once more.
However, that voice was sharp and gloomy, sending an indescribable chill down his spine!
"Ye Tian."
The tone was still Xiaoshuang's, but the voice had clearly changed to that of another person.
And it was a man!
"Wang Weiyang!"
Ye Tian was taken aback and stumbled back several steps. Suddenly, his foot slipped as if he had stepped into thin air. Looking back, he realized that retreating another half step would lead him into the Abyss...
The sound of falling stones echoed as they tumbled down the cliff, and for a long time, there was no sound of them hitting the ground.
"What have you done to Xiaoshuang!" Ye Tian roared in anger, but in the thick fog, there remained only a single shadow.
"Ye Tian..."
It was still that voice, sounding just like Xiaoshuang, but it sent a chill down the spine even more than before.
A nauseating feeling filled Wang Weiyang's heart as he heard himself being called by Cold Frost. Just thinking about it made him feel sick.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, and the thick fog began to dissipate.
The figure across from him started to become clear. First, there was a long dress; yes, that was Cold Frost's attire. Then, two delicate hands emerged from the long sleeves, slender and graceful, unmistakably those of a girl.
Ye Tian let out a slight sigh of relief, thinking that it had just been his imagination.
Finally, as the fog cleared completely, Cold Frost's beautiful face came into view.
With a heavy weight lifted from his heart, Ye Tian breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Xiaoshuang..."
"Ye Tian..."
"Ah!"
Once again, it was Wang Weiyang's voice, sharp and piercing like a Shadow Falcon, stabbing at the eardrums...
Ye Tianxia gasped in surprise. He wasn't afraid of Wang Weiyang; what scared him was what dark magic Wang Weiyang had used to control Xiaoshuang's body...
At that moment, he couldn't tell if it was Xiaoshuang or Wang Weiyang slowly approaching him, a strange smile appearing on her face.
"Ye Tian brother, don't be afraid. We can finally be together..."
"Don't come over here!"
Ye Tian instantly assumed a defensive stance, but he knew very well that he could not harm Xiaoshuang, even though the Xiaoshuang before him was no longer the Xiaoshuang he once knew.
Cold Frost giggled, but to Ye Tian, it sounded like the chilling laughter of a ghost from the underworld.
It was unsettling, sending shivers down his spine!
"Brother Ye Tian, do you not want me anymore?"
As she spoke, Cold Frost had already closed the distance to less than half a foot in front of Ye Tian. Her lips parted slightly, revealing... sharp fangs!
"Awoo!"
Her face suddenly contorted into a fierce expression, and grayish-white fur sprouted all over her body in an instant!
In the blink of an eye, what had been Xiaoshuang's body transformed into a massive Raccoon standing upright!
"Die!"
Ye Tian unleashed a powerful strike, the force of which roared like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth.
However, the violent energy could not stop the Raccoon's advance. Through layers of obstacles, an ugly claw, stained with blood and covered in grayish-white fur, slowly reached toward Ye Tian's heart.
Ye Tian wanted to resist, but he found himself unable to muster any strength. As he watched the claw reach for his chest, an image flashed through his mind...
His still-beating heart, blood gushing down, as the Raccoon licked up every drop of blood with its sharp fangs before finally chewing it in its Blood-Red Maw, crunching... crunching... that was the sound of his heart being crushed...
"Ah!"
Ye Tian took a step back, his foot slipped, and he fell into the Abyss with a scream.
…………
“Wake up, young man, wake up quickly!”
A kind voice suddenly reached his ears. Ye Tian felt a splitting headache and slowly opened his eyes.
He found himself in a dilapidated and narrow thatched hut, lying on the only Earthen Bed. In front of him, an elderly man, around seventy years old, was looking at him with a kind and concerned expression.
“What is this…” Ye Tian struggled to get up.
“Don’t move. You just woke up; you need to rest well,” the old man said before turning to leave the hut. When he returned, he was holding a bowl of Herbal Medicine.
“Here, drink this.”
Ye Tian took the bowl, which contained dark Herbal Medicine, and a strong herbal scent stimulated his nose.
“Thank you, sir.”
Seeing Ye Tian drink it all in one go, the old man revealed two rows of large yellow teeth.
“Sir, where is this place? How did I end up here?” Ye Tian tried hard to recall what had happened before.
He remembered that in a fit of extreme anger and grief, he had unleashed unprecedented power. It could be said that the Bagua Thunder Seal he used that time was absolutely the strongest one yet.
Wang Weiyang certainly would not give up easily; however, despite using all his strength, he was ultimately no match for Ye Tian. After their clash, Ye Tian clearly saw that Wang Weiyang had lost all signs of life, as he had been blasted into countless fragments by immense force.
There were no severed limbs left behind—only small pieces of flesh no larger than a palm and endless Blood Mist.
Fortunately, Xiaoshuang was pushed upward by the two forces from the edge, allowing Ye Tian to finally catch her in his arms at the last moment. As they landed, Ye Tian forcefully threw Xiaoshuang upward. Although he knew it was futile, he would not give up as long as there was even the slightest chance.
Then he felt contact with the ground; his internal organs didn't even hurt, just a tingling sensation before he lost consciousness.
When he woke up, he found himself here. It seemed that the previous scenes were just a nightmare, but that dream felt so real...
"Young man, you had a bad dream just now, didn't you?" the old man asked with a smile as he put away the bowl.
Ye Tian nodded and then inquired about his earlier question.
The old man recounted the story with a smile, joking at the end, "I'm doing this out of kindness. If you encounter others, most likely they won't help you. Speaking of which, you owe me a life; remember to repay me when you get better."
"Don't worry, old sir; I am not someone who forgets kindness," Ye Tian replied earnestly. He then described the characteristics of Cold Frost and asked if the old man had seen her.
The old man shook his head, indicating that he really hadn't seen her.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Tian described Wang Weiyang to the old man. Unsurprisingly, the old man still only found Ye Tian present.
Ye Tian thanked him and felt his mind becoming hazy again, drifting back into sleep.
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