Chapter 451: Chapter 450: Helplessness
Yang Fei bowed his head after he answered, displaying the trembling reaction of a petty character under the sharp, scrutinizing gaze of Helian Cheng.
Helian Cheng quickly shifted his gaze and said, "Miss, you are too kind-hearted. It’s fine to take this person in, but letting him stay by your side and control the carriage is not quite appropriate."
Helian Rong replied, "Zhang Asheng is skilled at driving carriages, so it’s very suitable for him to take on this task."
Helian Cheng shook his head and said, "Such important matters should naturally be handled by our own family members."
"Hmph."
A light snort came from inside the carriage, indicating Helian Rong’s displeasure.
Helian Cheng’s expression changed slightly, and a bitter smile appeared on his face as he said, "Never mind, it was wrong of me to worry too much. Miss Rong, please do not be angry."
"I’m not," came Helian Rong’s ethereal voice.
Helian Cheng gave a bitter smile, knowing that the young lady was still unhappy, so he said no more. He even intentionally slowed down the horse to fall a few steps behind the carriage, so as not to inadvertently say too much again and upset the young lady even further.
Inside the carriage, Immortal Yan hadn’t really become angry with Helian Cheng. She had acted that way deliberately to prevent Helian Cheng from continuing to press Yang Fei with questions.
Now she couldn’t help but regret, thinking that she should have disguised Yang Fei as a woman and kept him as a maid inside the carriage from the beginning.
But considering Yang Fei’s height of over one meter eighty, while it was easy to disguise him as a woman, his large stature would inevitably arouse curiosity and more likely to raise suspicions.
"Who allowed you to run your mouth? Can’t you just grunt and play mute?" Immortal Yan transmitted her voice to Yang Fei, expressing her dissatisfaction.
Yang Fei ignored her and concentrated on his own affairs.
Because Helian Cheng was standing aside, Immortal Yan, although she had managed to get rid of the Duanmu Family strongman lurking in the dark, still found it inconvenient to interfere with Yang Fei.
Thus they traveled for a day and a half, and the procession arrived at high ground. Suddenly the view opened up, and a majestic city appeared before them on the vast plains.
They had arrived at Central State City.
Compared to Muyun City, Central State City was even more grand and expansive.
Even though he was accustomed to the modern, steel forestry of big cities, the sight of such a grand and atmospheric ancient city still left Yang Fei with a considerable sense of awe.
This kind of ancient grand city was even more revealing of humanity’s intelligence and hard work.
Shortly after, Yang Fei’s gaze turned toward the northwest side of the city.
Looking from afar, there indeed stood a solitary peak piercing the clouds. According to the Hidden Sect knowledge Wang Lei had shared with him, this peak should be Qingtian Peak, and atop it was the Qingtian Sect.
It was already the afternoon, and sunset was approaching. The setting sun shone from afar, with Qingtian Peak casting most of the city into shadow, dividing Central State City in two: one side bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, the other plunged into darkness.
Only Qingtian Peak itself glowed brilliantly, adding a sense of mystery and sanctity.
This was a unique and beautiful vista belonging to Central State City.
The procession continued onward, reaching the eastern gate of Central State City before sunset.
The Helian Family’s convoy returned without hindrance, passing through the lively streets, and it took about an hour to reach the Helian Family’s mansion.
Compared to the Duanmu Family’s villa, the Helian Family’s estate was much smaller and located in a bustling area of Central State City, but once inside the Helian Mansion, Yang Fei understood what it meant to find tranquility amidst chaos.
The Helian Mansion seemed to shut out the hustle and bustle of Central State City, maintaining a particularly serene atmosphere within its walls that did not feel noisy at all.
After entering the mansion, Helian Rong was greeted by her relatives from the family.
Luckily, she had given instructions early on, and Yang Fei, with the attendants she had arranged, was taken to the living area of the servants. Moreover, the maid and servant accompanying him kept a close watch, and from the occasional power emanating from the two, Yang Fei judged that his chances of escape were not great, so he cooperated obediently.
After all, dealing with the two of them wouldn’t be difficult, but to leave the Helian Mansion quietly without causing a commotion would not be so easy.
Just as Immortal Yan had said, it was certainly safer to behave and stay by her side. If he created a fuss, with his current situation it would be very hard to remain hidden.
After dining with the servants of the Helian Mansion, Yang Fei was assigned to a simple room to settle in.
This place was not inhabited by him alone, but by four coachmen as well.
Such treatment greatly displeased Yang Fei.
Damn it, not even a single room, how stingy.
But then he remembered that he was now Zhang Asheng, a green-clothed servant, and he felt resigned to his situation.
As night fell, the other three occasionally struck up conversations with him, but Yang Fei acted very meek and cautious, responding briefly when asked, quickly causing the three men to lose interest in him.
Yang Fei was glad for the peace and quiet, laying on the bed pretending to sleep while he was in fact desperately nurturing his Primordial Spirit and also driving the True Yuan in his limbs, silently restoring his strength.
In the dead of night, Yang Fei suddenly sniffed and became alert, emerging from his meditative state.
The door opened, and a shadow flitted in.
The other three coachmen on their wooden beds were sleeping soundly, snoring thunderously.
The shadow discerned the situation and then headed straight to the side of Yang Fei’s bed.
Yang Fei sighed helplessly, "I’ve never seen someone act like a thief in their own house."
Immortal Yan, dressed in a beige long dress with a radiant smile on her face, looked at Yang Fei and said, "What can I do when you bewitch me so, sir? I can hardly stand a moment without seeing you."
Her voice was seductive, carrying a power that charmed the heart; Yang Fei cursed to himself, a damn demoness, and said reluctantly, "What do you want?"
"I feel sorry for you living in such a shabby place, thought of my spacious and comfortable boudoir, and wanted to invite you to cohabit with me. Are you not pleased?" Immortal Yan said, gazing at Yang Fei with eyes like silk.
Yang Fei, feeling uneasy, said, "I think it’s quite nice here. Before you get married, a young man and a woman living together might harm your reputation if word gets out."
Immortal Yan chuckled, "A true gentleman, are you?"
Yang Fei nodded, "I suppose I am, to some extent; my moral compass is pretty straight."
Immortal Yan, with a teasing smile, asked him, "Are you coming or not?"
Yang Fei saw the impatience hidden in her eyes and decisively stood up, saying, "I’m coming."
He who knows the times is a wise man; a true gentleman is flexible. While bowing today, if he gained an upper hand in the future, he would make this temptress understand how terrifying the consequences of offending him could be.
Following Immortal Yan to her private courtyard and into her boudoir, no one noticed them along the way.
Yang Fei didn’t know how the demoness had managed this, but after closing the door behind them, he couldn’t help but remind her, "If Zhang Asheng just disappears into thin air, wouldn’t that raise suspicions?"
Immortal Yan huffed, "Just a coachman, no one will care."
Yang Fei was taken aback, then realized that this was the Hidden Sect World where, under the vile feudal hierarchy, the lives of coachmen and servants were as insignificant as ants. For the vast Helian Mansion, losing one coachman indeed meant nothing to anyone.
"Tomorrow, they will find a corpse of Zhang Asheng," Immortal Yan added coldly.
Yang Fei’s pupils shrank as he stared at her, "Is there a need to kill the innocent so recklessly?"
Immortal Yan looked at him and laughed, "Concerned for others whilst being a prisoner yourself?"
Yang Fei responded coldly, "After all, he will die because of me, how could I not care?"
"Can you do anything about it?" Immortal Yan asked.
Yang Fei fell silent.
Indeed, he could not influence such matters now.
But it made him feel suffocated, overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness he had never experienced before.
He didn’t know how long he would remain subject to someone else’s control over his fate.
Considering the time, he had been in the Hidden Sect for about half a month; he wondered if Qin Yanyang, upon hearing the news, would be anxious.