Divine Villain Concealed From Fate

Chapter 33: Memories From That Realm

The elven woman before him did not know anything about what he had gained from devouring Celosia’s soul.

All that she knew about him, was of what she knew about the long dead Ouyang Qianye, who’s memories and experiences he had absorbed. freewёbnoνel.com

More to that, was the fact that he was crippled without them having any realistic way to heal him.

In the face of all of that, though it was idealistic, to see what decision she would make, was what he wanted to hear. It was perhaps, his anxieties at death leaking through, and he understood that, but it was necessary.

After all, there was nothing about his circumstances that was conventional. If he was to tell anyone anything, even if he had some trust for them there was also the need that they had to have a number of screws loose themselves.

Otherwise, he might only doom himself and them.

’Elves are a very emotionally particular race, and thus, intense about what they do appreciate. For her to have five-star esteem towards me... not to mention saving my life. I’m willing to trust her. And really, something like this should be addressed sooner rather than later.’

And thus, Qianye smiled faintly.

"Earlier, I had chosen not to satisfy your curiosities about my changes, right?"

"..."

"You will tell me why your soul feels so different?" the words spilled out of her mouth before she had considered anything about them.

’As expected of her... I suppose.’ Qianye laughed wryly to himself mentally.

To hear her suspicions from her mouth, in person, was a much different thing from assuming that she had noticed. There was no avoiding this conversation when she was so secretly special herself.

With a faint smile on his face he watched as she caught herself at the end of what she had said. Her countenance recoiled the faintest bit, then she forced it to harden, her lips tightened thinner than they normally were.

’He is the one that demanded I act freely...’ she had steeled herself with that thought.

"Yes, I’ll explain why my soul might feel different to you," he said into a faint laugh.

Qianye glanced away from her as his face then fell into a sombre look. His eyelids fell a little lower, and a wistful haze drifted across them.

"...I died today, from Meng Jue’s assassination attempt." he said plainly, then his eyes drifted back to her to see hem gradually widen. Then he laughed a little, through the strain in his throat, "What? Did you think a human crippled two days ago could survive an assassination attempt from a seventh stage Complete Body Refinement cultivator? When there is so much blood everywhere no less? Humans are not as stubborn against death as you elves are, you know?"

"Then," She began, her voice hesitating into surprise, "you had a lifesaving treasure that could bring you back from death."

Earlier, everyone including herself had believed that it was that he had been severely injured and whatever he used, a pill or some treasure, had healed him. Not once did she think that he had truly died.

Who would even immediately assume so?

Nevertheless, Qianye gave way to a stranger smile.

’If I’m going to be with her for any longer, it is best to get this difficult conversation out of the way as well.’

The elven woman shuffled a little where she sat, at his smile and her heart stuttered for a moment. Because, unlike anything he had shown her way thus far where despite his appearances she could tell the sincerity behind it, this time, it was flinty.

The tight wrinkle of his thin, bloodied cheeks, those slim, colourless lips, they chilled through her as the sharp luminous purple of his gaze cut through her eyes.

Qianye spoke in a more lower, grave tone, more than clear enough that she could hear it: "You are not the only one with mysterious origins."

The iron stench of his blood suddenly clogged her throat and held her from the breath she was moments from taking.

Qianye drifted his gaze away from her, and it happened to fall over the basin in the corner, over which, on the wall there were some dried plants hanging in waiting.

"Regardless, of that," He eyes drew themselves back to hers, and for the briefest moment, she averted her gaze, and then she brought it back, "while I was dead and before I was resurrected, I found myself in the Astral Plane."

Her eyes pried wide again and he continued regardless:

"Drifting through there, while I might have been conscious, I was not in control of whatever form of my soul. All that I could do was float through it. Thinking back on it, it’s rather frightening how a large part of me lacked awareness." He shrugged faintly, "However, that ultimately, was perhaps for the best, because that nearly mindless drifting caused a... collision, I should say, with one of my past lives memories."

Qianye looked away from her once more, this time to the window, where he could see the green of the trees, and some brown, small bird pecking away at the bark.

"Once we collided, I seem to have assimilated the memories and experiences of that different lives version of me and here I am now, with a lifetime more’s worth of experience." One of his fingers began tapping against his knee, and then he looked back up at her, smiling faintly, "It has tempered me a lot."

He didn’t know if that darkness that he had been floating in, where those wisps of light had been that he was so greedily eating away at, had been the astral plane. Maybe it had been a different plane entirely or somewhere else.

However, it was certainly going to be the astral plane for this sake.

"By taking on his memories and experiences, it must have been something like possessing myself with the remnants of his soul, hence why you feel that I am different?"

He watched her in silence for several silent moments, thinking to himself, ’There is likely no way for me to get back to earth. Whatever brought me here, or however I was brought here, is far too beyond me that I doubt there is.’ he ground his teeth faintly, ’And I... don’t want to. I want to make the best of this life.’

Ouyang Qianye’s eye drifted across her figure as she was silent, ’And that begins with her. I can’t ever tell anyone the full truth for my own sake and theirs. Otherwise, we would both be hunted to the ends of time for the secrets of transmigration that I have no idea about. But I can respect you with this half-truth. It will always be better than completely lying to you... and far simpler to maintain its lie.’

Thereafter, it took her a long time to process everything that he had said. Her face shifted through many different expressions, to the point where Qianye even considered it amusing.

Eventually, as she raised her head, her eyes had been stuck a little wide.

"Does you telling me this mean you think there is a way for them not to take me back?"