Chapter 744: All the plans of men cannot amount to Heaven’s will Original and most updated translations are from volare. If read elsewhere, this chapter has been stolen. Please stop supporting theft. (2/2)

“Don’t think or talk about anything. Just stay by my side, won’t you?” Long Feiye’s soft tones showed a rare trace of fatigue. Of course Han Yunxi knew he was tired. She too, was very, very exhausted. His words made her even more weary. It had been too long since she’d relaxed her mind and all its worries for a good rest.

“Alright.” But before she could turn around, Long Feiye had picked her up bridal style to stride towards the bed. Han Yunxi ended up lying on her back with Long Feiye next to her–on his stomach to avoid his back wounds. The two of them held hands and shut their eyes. Spending time with each other didn’t need to come from desire or lust, embracing or chatting. Sometimes just quietly being by each other’s side was enough to deepen one’s feelings. For the entire afternoon, the two of them lay side by side. It wasn’t clear who fell asleep first, Long Feiye or Han Yunxi.

Long Feiye had never relaxed an inch since discovering his true identity. He had never slept so peacefully before. For this afternoon, he forgot all about his pains and injuries, his arduous childhood sufferings, the East Qin, his imperial parents, Tang Zijin and Aunt Ru, as well as the Seven Noble Families, the West Qin imperial clan, the Poison Sect, and the medical academy…

This was also Han Yunxi’s first time being so relaxed since transmigrating into this period. Although the afternoon didn’t last long, she felt as if she’d slept for a century. She had a very, very long dream where the modern day intersected with Cloud Realm Continent, mixing up all the people and places she knew. Gradually, she grew into a trance and felt two different forces pulling at her. She looked to the right and clearly saw Long Feiye, then looked to the left and saw a blurry face. Who could that be?

“Who are you…?” she murmured in her sleep. That person didn’t reply beyond giving her a rough jerk to pull her towards them.

“Long Feiye!” she turned back to look at Long Feiye, who was staring at her expressionlessly. He didn’t chase after her, but kept backing away into a darkness that threatened to swallow him.

“Long Feiye!” Han Yunxi woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat. Long Feiye was sitting right next to her side and holding her hand.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Han Yunxi glanced at their hands and released a breath of relief. “So it was you.”

“What happened?” Long Feiye asked.

“Someone tried to tug me away in my dream, but I couldn’t see their face. So it was you!” Han Yunxi smiled. She figured she must have been exhausted and relaxed to the point where she started dreaming.

“Who else but your lordship would have the courage to pull you away?” Long Fiye smiled.

“Have you slept enough?” Han Yunxi asked.

“Mm,” Long Feiye indeed had his fill of rest. He had never slept so comfortably in his life, so his energy was completely recovered.

“That’s good then, come here.” the sword sect master’s voice suddenly spoke up, making Han Yunxi realize that the man was already sitting at the tea table on one side. There were no traces of madness on him anymore and his hair was neatly tied up in its usual impressive, respectable state.

“How is the situation with Long Feiye’s injuries?” she asked.

“He left closed door cultivation ahead of schedule and forcefully suppressed his internal injuries. It’s already fortunate that he’s managed to hold out for so long. His chances for victory aren’t high tomorrow. Even if he does win, it might lead to serious wounds that could lead him to insanity. In the worse case scenario, his blood and qi will flow backwards and lead to death,” the sword sect master said coldly.

Han Yunxi was greatly alarmed. She glared at Long Feiye, who didn’t deny the diagnosis.

“Then what can we do?” Han Yunxi immediately rushed to the sword sect master’s side, her resentment against him long lost to the distant clouds.

The sword sect master couldn’t help but chuckle. “Lass, can you still trust this old man?”

“Do I have any other choice besides trusting you? Right now we’re all in the same boat. Cang Qiuzi and Duanmu Yao did that kind of deal while you were Celestial Mountain’s leader and her master. You have the greatest responsibility! And also, Long Feiye’s your disciple too. The fact that he’s colluded with the likes of a Poison Sect descendant like me is also because you didn’t raise him strictly enough. Now the world’s people aren’t just cursing Cang Qiuzi, Duanmu Yao, and me, but you as well–the figurehead of Celestial Mountain who sits as the leader of the martial arts world!” Han Yunxi was quite agitated as she spoke, so she had to stop for a sip of tea before continuing.

“You don’t have to consider Long Feiye’s interests, you could even go kill Cang Qiuzi right now. But so what? Is there anyone in the world who will continue to accept you as the sect leader? The most respected and revered position of Celestial Mountain within the martial arts circles will be forfeit in less than three years!”

Han Yunxi had given voice to the unspoken factor in both Li Jianxin and Long Feiye’s hearts. Neither of them was helping the other for purely altruistic motives, nor had one forgiven the other. They were simply stuck in the same plight as mutual tools. Long Feiye’s lips quirked up in a silent grin. The sword sect master laughed out loud.

“Lass, it’s a good thing that you’re female. Feiye has one less opponent then.”

Han Yunxi was in no mood to debate with the sword sect master on the equality of men and women. She urgently asked, “How are you going to help Long Feiye?”

The sword sect master only looked at Long Feiye before he asked, “If I shut myself in with him for one night, will you still trust this old man?”

But Han Yunxi only replied…