I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1517: The Grace of Saving Life, It Has Its Own Purpose and Arrangement

Just as the undercurrents of Xi Yuan civilization surged and various forces began testing and guessing one another, a slightly quiet courtyard in Zigui City held a different scene. An old man, his face resembling crumpled gold paper and his hair gray, lay in bed with his eyes tightly closed, his breath as light as gossamer. Were it not for the faint pulse of life sustaining him, others might have assumed he was on the verge of death, about to slip away.

At that moment, the door creaked open, and a veiled girl dressed in white entered, holding a bowl of pitch-black medicine. The old man lying on the bed managed to open his eyes with great effort upon hearing her approach. Seeing him awake, the girl in white appeared pleasantly surprised. She quickly set the medicine bowl on the table beside her and said, “Senior, are you awake? I’ll go tell Young Master right now.” Without waiting for a response, she vanished from the room, closing the door behind her.

“Where am I?” The old man, still disoriented, looked around with slightly cloudy eyes, confusion etched on his face. He had not yet clearly seen the girl in white before him, but her presence felt familiar—where had he seen her before?

Suddenly, clarity struck him, and he recalled the moment when Di Kun transformed into the Golden Crow, the devastating palm strike that nearly drained his source of life, the collapse of his dharma body, and his subsequent fall into the void.

“It turns out that I was saved by that girl in white from Lin Shuixuan at that time…” The old man, Uncle Fu, who had served Chu Xiao, remained in a daze, struggling to accept the fact that he had been rescued by the seemingly unremarkable girl in white. No, based on her words, it seemed that the real savior was the mysterious young man in white who had stood beside her. But why had he chosen to save him?

After all, during his time in Lin Shuixuan, conflicts had arisen between Chu Xiao and the mysterious young man in white, which ultimately led to the exposure of Chu Xiao’s true identity.

“Young Master, I’m afraid the news isn’t good…” Uncle Fu thought, a mixture of complex emotions and bitterness clouding his expression. Though he had survived, Chu Xiao had lost his strength. At that time, Di Kun had been solely focused on killing Chu Xiao, opting not to waste time on Uncle Fu. Otherwise, he might have faced a similar fate, as he had come perilously close to death.

Using the weak spiritual energy he still possessed, Uncle Fu attempted to sense Chu Xiao’s breath of life, but his eyes clouded with despair as he found no response. This deepened the gloom on his face, leaving him with the sinking feeling that Chu Xiao had indeed been killed.

Just then, the door creaked open, and a young man in white entered—Gu Changge. He looked at Uncle Fu lying on the bed with surprise, then remarked with a faint smile, “Looks like he finally woke up.”

Uncle Fu was not surprised by his arrival; he had already suspected that Gu Changge was the one who had saved him. Otherwise, given Di Kun’s nature, it was likely he would have returned to eliminate Uncle Fu after dealing with Chu Xiao, ensuring there would be no future threats.

Struggling to sit up, Uncle Fu cupped his hands in gratitude and said, “Thank you for saving my life, sir.” No matter the circumstances, Gu Changge had sent someone to rescue him, and Uncle Fu was a man who valued gratitude.

Gu Changge waved his hand dismissively, saying, “You don’t have to be so formal; this was just a small effort on my part. I have always admired those who value loyalty and righteousness. You risked your life to buy time for your young master in the face of an overwhelming and powerful enemy. That is truly commendable.”

Uncle Fu didn’t dwell on such formalities. His concern for Chu Xiao’s life weighed heavily on him, still clinging to a glimmer of hope. He hurriedly asked, “Master, may I ask about my young master…?”

Gu Changge didn’t appear surprised by Uncle Fu’s words; he simply shook his head slightly and said, “Your young master has been killed by the Seventh Prince of the Demon Court. The prince is indeed powerful, and I worry that this could lead to unnecessary trouble. Therefore, I must say there is nothing more I can do to help.” His tone was flat and matter-of-fact, as if discussing a trivial issue.

At the same time, he conveyed to Uncle Fu that his decision to save him stemmed from a sense of loyalty and righteousness, but he had no obligation to save Chu Xiao. Uncle Fu understood that if Gu Changge had managed to send someone to rescue him, that would be the extent of his kindness—Gu Changge owed them nothing. He had no obligation to intervene on Chu Xiao’s behalf, especially since even the other supreme forces had chosen to stand back and avoid the conflict.

Yet, for some reason, Uncle Fu couldn’t bring himself to appreciate Gu Changge; something always felt amiss. Back in Lin Shuixuan, had it not been for the conflicts and disputes with Gu Changge over the girl in white, his young master’s identity might never have been exposed, and Di Kun might not have sought revenge. In a way, there was still some cause and effect tied to Gu Changge. But then again, this was also due to Chu Xiao’s own actions.

“You are seriously injured right now, so it’s best to focus on recuperating. The people from Xian Chu may soon arrive in the Southern Wilderness Ancient Domain. If you want to leave, it will be more convenient to join them,” Gu Changge added casually, omitting too many details, as though someone were obligated to save Uncle Fu.

After speaking, he left. Uncle Fu remained somewhat dazed, his expression growing more bitter and complex. Chu Xiao was dead, but he had survived. How would he face Xian Chu? How would he confront Chu Gucheng and the others? The irony was that the person who had rescued him was Gu Changge, who had previously had conflicts with Chu Xiao. This complicated the situation, as karma would inevitably be involved. What would Chu Gucheng and the others think of this turn of events?

Thinking about this, Uncle Fu felt increasingly complicated and entangled. Although he was highly respected in Xian Chu and this matter would not affect him greatly, his situation might become extremely awkward in the future.

“It seems I must recover as quickly as possible, then leave as soon as I can, trying to avoid encounters with the people from Xian Chu. The fact that I was saved by him also needs to be concealed as much as possible.” Uncle Fu sighed inwardly. Although this approach felt somewhat wrong, it was the only solution he could think of.

Outside the courtyard, Ye Suyi still held a medicine bowl in her hand. Upon seeing Gu Changge emerge, she followed him and asked in a low voice, “Master, do you want to bring this medicine in?”

Gu Changge remained calm, waving his hand dismissively. “Since he is already awake, there’s no need for that. Just throw it away.”

“Yes, Young Master.” Ye Suyi complied, leaving with the medicine bowl in her hand. Although she didn’t fully understand Gu Changge’s intentions, she refrained from asking further questions.

This bowl of medicine was actually a prescription she had casually concocted in Zigui City, and it held no real efficacy for curing someone at the Dao Realm. Gu Changge had instructed her to pretend to care for Uncle Fu, ensuring he understood that he had been saved upon waking. As such, Ye Suyi had taken the time to bring the bowl of medicine in multiple times, reheating it each time.

Naturally, Gu Changge hadn’t saved Uncle Fu solely for his sake. His actions were driven by his own purpose and arrangements. Even if he were to explain this to Ye Suyi, she wouldn’t grasp the full context. Moreover, it was impossible for him to divulge these details to her.