Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 215 - 195 I Will Not Agree

Chapter 215: Chapter 195 I Will Not Agree

Chapter 215 -195 I Will Not Agree

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Hua Cuo spoke slowly, and his words were not very coherent; these were ancient memories that he strenuously tried to recall, so he could only roughly piece together the storyline.

It had been two or three years ago when he and Rong Zhi had casually chatted over drinks. Rong Zhi mentioned that his downfall was all due to Tian Ruyue. His body was bound by Tian Ruyue, decaying and withering. The only way to liberate himself was also through Tian Ruyue.

In Hua Cuo’s somewhat muddled narrative, Chu Yu learned some facts. Rong Zhi originally possessed incomparable swordsmanship skills, even more exquisite than He Jue’s. In the years Hua Cuo had seen, perhaps only the Canghai Guest could slightly surpass him. This was within her expectations, but what she hadn’t expected was that Rong Zhi had become what he was today because of some constraints Tian Ruyue had imposed on him. Rong Zhi’s physical decline was also related to that. It wasn’t like the martial arts novels where martial arts were abolished; the specifics were unclear because, at the time, Hua Cuo was drunk and it was so long ago.

However, it was certain that if that constraint could be removed, Rong Zhi might be saved.

But Tian Ruyue had already died.

Tian Ruyue…

The master of Tian Rujing was Tian Ruyue, and the disciple of Tian Ruyue was Tian Rujing. Although Tian Ruyue had died, Tian Rujing seemed to have once mentioned that he had inherited Tian Ruyue’s possessions.

Just now, due to Rong Zhi’s sudden collapse, her mind was thrown into disarray. She not only temporarily shelved a task that was already in progress but also completely forgot her initial errand to return home. But recalling Tian Rujing, Chu Yu remembered the bracelet she had acquired earlier.

Could the means by which Tian Ruyue constrained Rong Zhi also be a function of the bracelet?

If so, could she possibly rescue Rong Zhi from this dire situation?

However, the premise was that she must be able to activate and use the bracelet. If she couldn’t even use it, whether saving someone or returning home would remain mere fantasies in her mind.

Once Hua Cuo had left, Chu Yu tiptoed to the bedside, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed with motions so gentle as if fearing she might disturb something. She just gazed at Rong Zhi, observing his gaunt, hollow-cheeked face that seemed as thin as a delicate slice of snow, ready to melt at a mere touch.

Chu Yu reached out to touch Rong Zhi but stopped about two or three inches away from his chin. His sharply angled jaw gave off an illusion of sharpness, as if touching it could cause a cut.

But Chu Yu’s hand paused only for a couple of seconds before resolutely brushing over it.

Getting cut did not matter.

Her fingers lingered on his chin for a moment then slowly moved up along the contours of his face, eventually resting at the corner of his eye and brow, her fingertips tenderly reluctant to part.

His skin was ice cold, like frost and snow in deep winter. Even though there was a stove lit in the room, making the air warmly suffused, it still couldn’t warm his body.

Cold as though he was already dead.

“So wretched,” Chu Yu suddenly spoke, then stood up and left.

When she stepped out, the sky was filled with stars. You Lan was still waiting outside; the weather had turned cold, and the night chill was especially harsh. You Lan had been standing outside for quite a long time; she constantly shook her hands and stamped her feet, her face frozen to a bluish tone, looking utterly miserable.

Upon seeing Chu Yu emerge, You Lan hastened to greet her, ignoring her own chill, “Princess, would you like to eat?”

Hearing her ask this, Chu Yu suddenly remembered that after she had knocked down Tian Rujing and another this morning, she heard of Rong Zhi’s coma. She had been worried the whole time, not even knowing when evening had come, let alone thinking about eating.

After hastily eating something, Chu Yu returned to the place where the interrogation had twice been interrupted earlier today.

The door Hua Cuo shattered had already been replaced; Chu Yu knocked twice, and a calm yet slightly guarded voice responded from inside: “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” Chu Yu said indifferently.

The next moment, the door opened, and Huan Yuan stood at the entrance with an odd expression, welcoming Chu Yu into the house.

Upon entering, Huan Yuan immediately closed and bolted the door, then pulled open a large cabinet near the entrance. Inside the cabinet were two people who had lost their ability to resist.

Today, Huan Yuan had someone repair the door; worried that outsiders might see Tian Rujing, he stuffed the pair of brothers into the cabinet. He also found the sedatives hidden by Chu Yu in the house, and added a bit more to the two, to prevent them from waking up.

Thus, both Tian Rujing and Yue Jiefei were still unconscious.

Although Tian Rujing was now in a state of complete helplessness, his reputation accompanied his mysterious powers. Unlike Chu Yu, Huan Yuan didn’t understand what this was all about; thus, in his heart, Tian Rujing was somewhat like a Heavenly Person. Now, to see him bound and imprisoned, and being toyed with by Chu Yu, was unimaginable to him.

Though he now unconditionally sided with Chu Yu, watching Chu Yu manipulate a Heavenly Person was not something that excited him.

At the same time, he was shaken by Chu Yu’s innate disdain for the divine.

How did she manage to do it? With no reverence for heaven, earth, or spirits?

Even after witnessing Tian Rujing’s Divine Skills?

Disrespect for spirits was not difficult for people of the 21st century, who grew up nurtured by materialism. But for ancient people who still believed in the existence of spirits, it was unimaginable—getting past this likely required an attitude of supreme overlook or a ruthlessly harsh disposition.

Huan Yuan possessed neither quality; he was too restrained and too gentle.

Chu Yu did not notice the turmoil in Huan Yuan’s heart; she simply asked Huan Yuan to help bring Tian Rujing outside, tied to a chair like during the day. Then, she picked up the copper basin she had put down twice during the day, flipped her wrist, and without a hint of mercy, splashed the cold water toward Tian Rujing, soaking his head and face, with much of the water spilling onto his upper body and soaking his clothes.

This time, no one else burst in to interrupt them.

Huan Yuan involuntarily turned his head away, unable to bear watching Tian Rujing’s miserable state… even though Tian Rujing had already been quite miserable before.

The red spots on Tian Rujing’s cheeks that Chu Yu had poked out during the day had naturally faded. The water soaked his messy hair, which clung damply to his face, outlining his beautifully handsome features. His long eyelashes hung with crystal droplets, and his fair skin glowed wetly, looking strikingly alluring.

Startled by the cold water splashing over him, Tian Rujing’s body tensed. After a moment, his eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes, his dewy and pure eyes meeting Chu Yu’s.

Seeing Chu Yu, Tian Rujing was somewhat bewildered, as if wondering why he was there. After a moment, he detected something, and a very subtle expression appeared on his face, as if he were on the verge of tears and laughter.

“I see, I actually misunderstood,” Tian Rujing said quietly; his voice was barely audible, Chu Yu saw his lips moving but couldn’t hear what he was saying. Curiosity getting the better of her, she pressed, “What did you say?”

Tian Rujing looked at her intently, his eyes masking an indiscernible emotion. The shifting feelings in his eyes slowed and faded until they vanished without a trace, turning into a sheer clarity. He raised his voice slightly, articulating every word: “I said, I won’t agree.”

Never.