Chapter 142: The Devil’s Whisper
Only that single image remained.
Chi Lingxi...
Kissing Shen Tian.
His fingernails dug into his palms.
A thin line of blood appeared.
"She..."
His breathing became heavier.
"She kissed him."
His vision darkened slightly around the edges.
"She ignores me. She walks past me. She barely speaks to me. But him..."
His jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.
"She kisses him."
For a brief moment...
An ugly emotion crossed his face.
Not heartbreak.
Not merely jealousy.
Possessiveness.
"Why him? Why is it always him?"
His words continued sinking.
He was like a broken record.
"What does he have that I don’t?"
The answer came immediately.
Everything.
Money.
Status.
Looks.
Cultivation.
Admiration.
Luck.
The answer only made his anger worse.
And once again...
A broken record.
He couldn’t get Shen Tian out of his head.
Yun Wanhe looked toward Chi Lingxi again.
She was smiling.
Not politely.
Not awkwardly.
Actually smiling.
At Shen Tian.
Something inside Yun Wanhe cracked.
He turned around.
No announcement.
No goodbye.
He entered the silver sports car.
The engine came alive.
A moment later...
He disappeared into the darkness.
No one noticed.
Except Xu Ning.
She looked toward the road.
[Host...]
Shen Tian glanced at her.
"Hm?"
[Something changed.]
"Yun Wanhe?"
Xu Ning nodded.
[His Fate is becoming unstable.]
Shen Tian’s eyes narrowed.
"Meaning?"
[He has lost too much too quickly.]
[Normally, a Son of Destiny’s Fate would begin collapsing.]
[But Yun Wanhe still possesses a large amount.]
[That remaining Fate is attempting to compensate.]
Shen Tian looked toward the road Yun Wanhe had taken.
A faint smile appeared.
"So... He’s about to receive another opportunity."
[Probably. But this one feels different.]
. . .
Yun Wanhe drove without direction.
The city lights passed around him.
He didn’t care where he was going.
He barely paid attention to the road.
His mind remained trapped in the same moment.
Chi Lingxi.
Shen Tian.
The kiss.
His hands tightened around the steering wheel.
"Shen Tian..."
His voice was low.
Filled with resentment.
"Shen Tian..."
Every loss flashed through his mind.
The humiliations.
The laughter.
The praise Shen Tian constantly received.
His master’s admiration.
The female disciples surrounding him.
Now Chi Lingxi.
Yun Wanhe slammed the steering wheel.
"Why?!"
The silver car swerved slightly.
He corrected it.
His breathing became ragged.
"Calm down."
He tried.
"You’re an Immortal Emperor. You’ve suffered worse."
But had he?
In his previous cultivation life...
Enemies had tried to kill him.
Sects had hunted him.
Kingdoms had betrayed him.
But those were simple.
Enemies were enemies.
You defeated them.
Destroyed them.
Moved on.
Shen Tian was different.
He didn’t openly attack him.
He simply...
Won.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Yun Wanhe could not even properly justify hating him.
That made it worse.
He eventually pulled off the main road.
The sports car stopped beside an old forest path.
Yun Wanhe stepped outside.
The cold night air struck his face.
He walked.
No destination.
No plan.
He simply needed distance.
The path carried him deeper into an abandoned section of woodland outside the city.
Branches moved overhead.
The moon barely penetrated the trees.
Yun Wanhe’s anger slowly settled into something heavier.
"...Maybe..."
His voice was quiet.
"Maybe I’m still too weak."
He looked at his hands.
Peak Inner Core Realm.
To ordinary cultivators...
It was incredible.
For someone his age...
It should have made him a monster.
Yet Shen Tian had already reached Domain Initiation.
His master had reached Spirit Perception.
The gap continued growing.
’I’m moving too slowly.’
The thought terrified him.
He had the memories of an Immortal Emperor.
Techniques.
Knowledge.
Experience.
Resources limited him.
The world limited him.
And Shen Tian...
Somehow remained ahead.
Yun Wanhe’s expression darkened.
"I need more power."
The words disappeared into the forest.
Then...
Something answered.
[Come...]
Yun Wanhe froze.
"..."
He slowly looked around.
Nothing.
Only trees.
Wind.
Darkness.
He frowned.
’My imagination?’
He continued walking.
Then again...
[Come...]
This time...
Clearer.
A whisper.
Ancient.
Weak.
But unmistakable.
Yun Wanhe stopped.
His spiritual perception expanded.
Nothing living appeared nearby.
Yet...
Something was calling him.
He followed the sensation.
Deeper into the forest.
Past fallen trees.
Across a narrow stream.
Until eventually...
He reached the remains of an ancient stone shrine.
Most of it had collapsed.
Moss covered the walls.
The structure looked as though no human had visited it in decades.
Yun Wanhe’s eyes narrowed.
The voice came again.
[Here...]
He entered.
Inside...
Broken statues rested beneath layers of dirt.
The air smelled old.
Stagnant.
Yun Wanhe moved slowly.
His spiritual perception detected faint energy beneath the rubble.
He crouched.
Moved several stones.
Then stopped.
A ring rested beneath them.
Black.
Completely black.
No jewels.
No decoration.
Only strange red markings carved along the inner band.
Yun Wanhe stared.
His instincts immediately warned him.
’Something is wrong with this.’
The energy surrounding the ring...
Wasn’t spiritual Qi.
Not exactly.
It was colder.
Heavier.
Familiar.
His expression changed.
’Demonic Qi.’
In his previous life...
He had encountered demonic cultivators countless times.
Some were lunatics.
Others were monsters.
Some used forbidden techniques.
Others simply followed cultivation philosophies rejected by orthodox sects.
Yun Wanhe reached toward the ring.
Then stopped.
The whisper returned.
[Do you desire strength?]
His eyes sharpened.
"Who are you?"
Silence.
Then...
Laughter.
Low.
Ancient.
[Hehehehehe...]
Dark mist slowly seeped from the ring.
Yun Wanhe immediately jumped backward.
The mist gathered above the floor.
Gradually...
It formed a human silhouette.
An elderly man.
Tall.
Thin.
Long black robes hung from his translucent body.
His hair reached below his shoulders.
His eyes glowed faintly red.
The old man’s spirit smiled.
"So... You finally found me."
Yun Wanhe stared coldly.
"Who are you?"
The spirit examined him.
Then...
His smile widened.
"Interesting. Very interesting."
Yun Wanhe’s hand slowly gathered Qi.
"Answer me."
The old spirit laughed.
"Still arrogant. Even while drowning in resentment."
Yun Wanhe’s expression stiffened.
The spirit continued.
"You hate someone."
"..."
"You believe Heaven favors him."
"..."
"You believe everything meant for you...ends up belonging to him."
Yun Wanhe’s Qi fluctuated.
"Stop talking."
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