The Clash Between Good and Evil Part 1

Hai Jing let out an "ah" sound.

Seeing that Ruyi indeed had nothing to instruct him to do, Hai Jing efficiently made the bed and rested.

In the inner room, Ruyi slowly walked to the bedside and sat down.

He didn't believe this mischievous cat had mistaken the door, but rather believed he had done it intentionally.

The sleeping Feng Rugu had even more of the air of a young master meticulously raised in a grand courtyard compared to when he was awake. His skin was snow white, his hair jet black, casually scattered on the plain-colored silk pillow, inexplicably tickling one's heart.

Perhaps because he was sleeping warmly, there was a rare hint of color on his cheeks. His exposed toes curled up as if afraid of the cold, the color of his toes a pale red. His whole person was like a scroll of scripture spread out, appearing frivolous at first glance, but containing endless profundity within, truly a sight to behold.

Just as Ruyi was appreciating this scripture that had spread itself on his bed without permission, the person on the bed opened his eyes without any warning.

Ruyi gave an unnecessary light cough. After coughing, he became slightly irritated by this seemingly imperceptible attempt to cover up, so his voice sounded very cold: "Awake?"

Feng Rugu was dazed from sleep and blinked at him for a while before asking, "...Why have you come to my room?"

Ruyi glanced around, once again confirming this was originally his residence.

However, he didn't expose Feng Rugu who had entered without permission, taken over the room and turned the tables on him. He politely asked in return, "What does Lord Yunzhong think is the reason?"

Feng Rugu was not fully awake, half his consciousness still being pulled back and forth in the mire-like nightmare. He mumbled, "You've come to kill me."

Ruyi was slightly stunned, then almost laughed in anger.

He suspected this person actually hadn't recognized who he was at all.

Ruyi asked, "Why would I want to kill you?"

The not-fully-awake Feng Rugu had his own set of twisted logic, "There are many people in the world who want to kill me."

Ruyi had no way to deal with this person who was sleeping in a daze. He poured a cup of warm water and placed it within his reach.

As soon as he put down the teacup, he heard Feng Rugu mutter a sentence.

"...If it's you, I'll leave everything up to you."

Feng Rugu was born with a smiling face, but had a deluded heart.

If Feng Rugu, who was carefree, had a true and genuine regret towards anyone in his life, it was that he owed his little Hongchen a promised good home.

...He had owed it for a full ten years and still couldn't repay it.

In his unclear state of mind, Feng Rugu thought, although he had lived a life as fragile as glaze, this fragile life was not something anyone could take away as they wished. If one was not careful, they would be blinded by the shattered glaze.

But Ruyi was different.

He was the only person in his life that he had wholeheartedly cherished.

He had given him the best hope in the world, but he had no choice but to disappoint him. Therefore, Feng Rugu couldn't bear not to fulfill his every wish.

If he wanted to despise him, then let him despise. It didn't matter even if he despised him to the point of wanting to kill him.

...Despise was always better than heartache.

With that thought, Feng Rugu closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Ruyi dismissed his sleep-talking with a laugh and tucked the blanket around the incoherent lord.

He was not very sleepy and also needed time to think carefully about whether he should sleep on the bed tonight.

It was not until he lit the oil lamp, picked up the scripture, and was about to review the evening lesson again that a thought suddenly flashed through his mind—

He connected Feng Rugu's words with the previous sentence and understood what he meant.

With his back to Feng Rugu on the bed, Ruyi felt an inexplicable panic in his heart and didn't dare to look back at him.

Under the light of the oil lamp, the Buddhist scroll was yellowed. It was originally a solemn scene, but Ruyi couldn't help but want to raise the corners of his mouth.

Just as his fingertips were repeatedly stroking the pages of the book, Ruyi suddenly felt that there was something unusual on his chest.

He looked down and couldn't help but be stunned.

Although it was hidden by his clothes, a faint glow could still be seen, circulating dimly under his monk's robe.

It might not be very noticeable during the day, but in a place with dim lamplight, this glow was particularly eye-catching.

Ruyi pulled open his lapel and frowned at the glowing blue pattern on his chest.

...What was this thing?

This blue pattern left by the Jade of Testing Love was neither painful nor itchy, so Ruyi would forget about its existence from time to time, to the point that he would feel unfamiliar when he saw it.

Suddenly, Feng Rugu's lazy voice, which seemed to always contain a hint of sleepiness, sounded by his ear, "Only when one has true feelings and is moved in heart and mind will the mark glow—"

Ruyi abruptly stood up, and in his panic, anger, and shock, he almost knocked over the scripture and the oil lamp together.

The lamplight was shaken and flickered for a moment before going out.

The only source of light in the room was the blue glow from his chest, which arrogantly announced that someone was deeply moved.

Ruyi was both shocked and embarrassed, his cold face turning bright red.

What true feelings? What being moved?

How could he—

The string of red bean prayer beads that Feng Rugu had personally picked out for him was still hanging on his wrist. When Ruyi's peripheral vision swept over that hint of red, it was as if he had been scalded. He threw the string of beads onto the table as if he was shedding a poisonous snake.

The red beans were as bright as blood from the heart, hanging in a line along the edge of the table, looking exceptionally enchanting against the backdrop of the oil lamp and ancient scrolls.

Hearing the unusual sound, Feng Rugu's eyelids moved.

Seeing that he was about to wake up, Ruyi retreated two steps from the bed as if facing a great enemy.

However, Feng Rugu was indeed exhausted. He only grumbled dissatisfiedly, "Fuchun, be gentler when tidying up," then shifted his waist, turned his back to Ruyi, hugged the pillow tightly, and curled up to sleep.

...Luo Fuchun?

He often came in to tidy up while he was sleeping? Wouldn't that mean...

At the thought, the feeling in his heart blazed even more.

The blue pattern of the Jade of Testing Love on Ruyi's chest became even brighter, almost competing with the moonlight outside the window.

Ruyi immediately reached out to cover it, as if by covering it up, the wildly beating heart would cease to exist.

In a fluster, he lit the lamp with a finger, finally taking away some of the color from the shamelessly glowing blue light.

Having at least stabilized the situation, Ruyi faced him with one hand covering the blue pattern. Like avoiding a snake or scorpion, he retreated step by step until he reached the screen, his heart in turmoil, his mind in disarray.

This was a demonic object, originally a private trick of the devil's way, and it came from the brothel. Its owner, Lin Xuejing, was also a capricious and unruly demon cultivator. How could the delusions created by his objects be taken seriously?!

Thinking of this, Ruyi's heart settled a little.

But then there was another change with Feng Rugu.