Chapter 96: Into a Martial Arts Novel, Day 18

Chapter 96: The Eighteenth Day of Transmigrating into a Wuxia Novel

He took a step forward, closing the distance until he was right next to her, his voice low and slightly hoarse: "Ayi, you always... surprise me like that."

The intimacy and warmth in his tone were almost overflowing.

An Yi looked up at him, drew back, and merely said lightly, "You're overreacting."

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded from downstairs, accompanied by Yan Yu's raised voice: "Brother An! Brother Ling! I'm back!"

Ling Fengyao's face immediately fell, the lingering romantic atmosphere shattered completely. He grumbled sourly, "That guy came back pretty quick!"

An Yi couldn't help but smile slightly. He calmly took the booklet back from Ling Fengyao and tucked it into his sleeve, as if nothing had happened.

Yan Yu pushed open the door and entered, his face flushed from the journey, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, even carrying a hint of excitement and indignation.

In his hand was a brand-new news brief from the courier station, containing the latest rumors circulating in the martial world.

"Brother An! Brother Ling! You won't believe what's happened in the martial world!" Yan Yu's tone was urgent. Forgetting formalities, he spread the brief directly on the table.

Ling Fengyao lazily leaned against the window frame and said grumpily, "What could it be? Has some sect acquired a treasure and started fighting over it until bloodshed again?"

"Much more serious than that!" Yan Yu took a deep breath, his gaze fixed mainly on An Yi, as if dying to share this important news with him: "It's the Fuyi Sect! That infamous demonic sect!"

An Yi's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

Ling Fengyao straightened up slightly.

Yan Yu continued, "You haven't been around since we've been on the road."

"Rumors say that the Young Master of the Fuyi Sect, that cruel, violent, and evil An Yi, had a qi deviation while training a few days ago. He's probably dead by now!"

An Yi: "..."

Ling Fengyao's mouth twitched. He snuck a peek at An Yi, but saw him completely expressionless, as if he were hearing a story about someone else.

"But the Fuyi Sect flat-out denies it, saying their Young Master is perfectly fine and just in seclusion training."

Yan Yu's speech grew faster, laced with a trace of excitement: "But the fiend has been gone so long that no one in the martial world believes them! Now everyone is speculating that internal power struggles within the Fuyi Sect are bound to erupt into chaos! This is a golden opportunity that comes once in a thousand years!"

The more he talked, the more worked up he got, a look of righteous indignation spreading across his face: "My sect and several other orthodox schools have sent out a summons, ordering all disciples out in the field to return ASAP to discuss using this chance to wipe out the Fuyi Sect for good, and rid the world of this scourge!"

"Brother An, Brother Ling, this is a righteous act for the martial world. If we succeed, we'll definitely bring peace back to the jianghu!"

With that, he looked at the two of them eagerly, especially An Yi, as if hoping for his approval and praise.

Even though Brother An has the same name as that An Yi, they couldn't be more different!

One is gentle, polite, and pure as a clear breeze and bright moon; the other is cruel, violent, and bloodthirsty!

They're as different as heaven and earth! That Young Master of the Fuyi Sect isn't even worth a single hair on Brother An's head!

Brother An will surely support their plan!

Comments section:

"Hahahahahaha!"

"I'm laughing so hard I'm gonna die!"

"So this idiot never figured out that An Yi is the same An Yi as the Fuyi Sect's Young Master?"

"I mean, An Yi didn't exactly hide it!"

"I don't know either! (Cheerful laugh)"

"An Yi: Well, well, well... you might be onto something there (?"

"..."

The room fell into a strange silence.

Only the sound of water outside the window and the faint noise of the street market drifted in.

Ling Fengyao held his forehead, unable to watch. He could already foresee what was coming.

Sure enough, An Yi slowly raised his eyes, looking at the righteous and fired-up Yan Yu. His tone was calm and emotionless, with a faint hint of helplessness: "Oh, really?"

He paused, and under Yan Yu's bewildered gaze, he casually dropped: "But I'm not dead yet."

"...?" The excitement and righteous indignation on Yan Yu's face froze instantly, as if he hadn't understood: "Bro... Brother An? What... what do you mean by that?"

An Yi looked at him, his tone still flat, as if stating the most ordinary fact: "I am the Young Master of the Fuyi Sect, An Yi."

"Not just someone with the same name."

"............"

Yan Yu was completely frozen. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open, as if struck by a thunderbolt right on the top of his head. His whole body turned to stone.

His mind was buzzing, a complete blank, with only that sentence echoing over and over—

I am the Young Master of the Fuyi Sect, An Yi.

Young Master of the Fuyi Sect... An Yi...

The legendary cruel, bloodthirsty, evil-doing fiend?

The very demonic sect leader he had just been so indignant about eradicating?

Is the Brother An standing before him—pure as the wind and moon, with unfathomable martial arts, the one who had earned his infinite admiration and reverence—really that person?

How is this possible?!

Apart from the rumored stunning beauty, what else matches?!

The tremendous shock left Yan Yu almost unable to think. His worldview had been overturned beyond recognition.

His face was pale, his lips trembling. He looked at An Yi, then at Ling Fengyao, whose expression clearly said, "I knew it." He was completely disoriented.

"No... impossible..."

He muttered reflexively in denial: "Brother An, you... how could you be what the rumors say... clearly you're..."

Clearly you're so powerful, so composed, so... good.

The words "vicious" and "evil" that people used to describe the fiend could never be applied to the An Yi he knew.

Suddenly, as if he had realized something, he blurted out, his tone urgent and emphatic: "I get it! It must be the rumors in the martial world—baseless slander! Brother An, you are as honorable as the bright moon and clear breeze! How could you ever be the person they describe?"

"It must be because you've been away from the sect for too long, or maybe you've been slandered by some petty villain! Yes, that has to be it!"

The more he talked, the more he convinced himself, as if only by thinking this way could he separate the perfect image of Brother An from those terrible rumors.

He looked at An Yi, his eyes burning with fervor again, even with a protective resolve.

Ling Fengyao watched from the side, utterly dumbfounded.

He had originally been thinking about how to explain things, even expecting Yan Yu to draw his sword against him, but never expected that this rigid and upright brat from the Skyward Sect would actually make up this whole 'An Yi is wronged' theory in his own head!

For a moment, Ling Fengyao's emotions were a tangled mess.

On one hand, he was genuinely happy for An Yi—the things that old version of An Yi did should never have been pinned on Ayi.

A figure like Ayi should never have been burdened by those stains of shame. It was naturally a good thing that someone could see through the surface to his true nature and believe in his character.

Yan Yu's reaction just proved Ayi's charm and uniqueness.

But on the other hand, a mix of irritation and jealousy, like a creeping vine, rapidly coiled around his heart, tightening more and more!

This Yan Yu... this little brat!