The Hidden Evil: Villainous Cultivator

Ye Feng was now in coma .

Due to the energy supplied to his body his condition improved, but many bones and vessels inside his body were broken, also head was also not in good condition due to the impact on ground, but at least his life was not in immediate danger.

"That is all i can do for now , for any further recovery i have to bring you to my house" Xia Wentian muttered .

Then he picked up Ye Feng and again started moving , but this time he was not as fast as he was when he came , then he disappeared into the night, reappearing in a humble courtyard where lanterns glowed softly.

A young girl sat near a wooden table, delicately grinding medicinal herbs. She had bright, lively eyes, and her features carried a gentle beauty, exuding warmth and kindness.

Xia Ming's beauty was as natural and serene as the mountains she called home. At 14, she possessed a delicate, almost ethereal charm that seemed to radiate from within. Her skin was fair and smooth, like the first snowfall of winter, with a faint blush on her cheeks that gave her a youthful, innocent glow. Her face was oval-shaped, with soft, gentle features that seemed to have been carved by the hands of a careful artist.

Her eyes were her most striking feature—large, almond-shaped, and the color of warm chestnuts, they sparkled with a kindness and purity that could melt even the coldest of hearts. When she smiled, her eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, and her entire face lit up, as if the sun itself had broken through the clouds.

Her hair was long and silky, cascading down her back like a waterfall of midnight. She often wore it loose, allowing it to flow freely in the mountain breeze, though sometimes she would tie it back with a simple ribbon, revealing the graceful curve of her neck.

Her lips were soft and naturally rosy, often curved into a gentle smile that seemed to invite warmth and trust. Her voice was melodic, like the soft chime of a distant bell, and when she spoke, it carried a soothing quality that could calm even the most troubled soul.

Xia Ming's beauty was not just in her physical appearance but also in her demeanor. She moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, as if she were in harmony with the natural world around her.

Whether she was gathering herbs in the forest, playing her flute by the stream, or simply sitting quietly in the sunlight, there was an air of tranquility about her that made her presence feel like a balm to the soul.

Her kindness and purity of heart only enhanced her beauty. She had a way of making everyone around her feel seen and valued, her compassion shining through in every word and action. Her laughter was light and genuine, like the tinkling of wind chimes, and it had the power to brighten even the darkest of days

"Grandfather, who is he?" Xia Ming gasped as she saw the battered boy in Xia Wentian's arms.

"I found him at the foot of the cliff. He was left for dead, but fate has not abandoned him yet."

Xia Ming hurriedly cleared space on a wooden bed inside their cottage. Xia Wentian gently laid the boy down. "He will be in a coma for a long time. His injuries are severe, but his life is no longer in immediate danger."

Xia Ming's gaze softened as she looked at the unconscious boy. Even in such a condition, there was a silent, unyielding strength in his form, as if he had endured countless tribulations.

"Grandfather, I will take care of him," she declared with determination.

Xia Wentian would often find her sitting by Ye Feng's bedside, reading him stories or playing a gentle tune on her flute. "Ming, you have a pure heart," he said one day. "But remember, this boy has lived a life of darkness. When he wakes, he may not be the person you imagine."

Xia Ming nodded, but her heart refused to believe it. She had seen the scars on his body, the marks of a life filled with pain and violence. Yet, she also saw the boy beneath the scars, someone who deserved kindness and love.

Two years passed.

Xia Ming diligently cared for Ye Feng every single day. She applied medicinal paste to his scars, changed his bandages, and fed him nourishing broth. She talked to him, telling him about her daily life, the changing seasons, and the beauty of the world outside. Though he never responded, she never gave up.

She also spent hours massaging his limbs, ensuring his muscles did not atrophy, and moved his joints to prevent stiffness. Xia Wentian occasionally aided in his recovery with his spiritual energy, stimulating his meridians to promote internal healing. There were days when his breathing would become erratic, and she would stay up all night, wiping his sweat and whispering soft reassurances.

One spring evening, as the fragrance of blooming plum blossoms filled the air, Xia Ming sat by Ye Feng's bedside, humming a soft tune while gently wiping his forehead with a warm cloth.

Then, a sudden twitch.

Xia Ming's eyes widened as she saw his fingers move.

"Grandfather!" she called excitedly.

But she did no notice just as Ye Feng's body started moving a white mass of energy inside which a small black mass of grey energy of a baseball size slowly managed to drill into his head without anyone noticing.

This mass of energy was always present near him but was in different dimension so no one was able to see it, it remained hidden there form the day when the spark of free will grew inside Ye Feng's soul.

But if it tried to merge with him in his weak condition it could had been bad for him , so it was always near him.

Today it found the chance and finally managed to merge with him.

Ye Feng was oblivious to this , as it wanted to remain hidden for time being.

Xia Wentian entered swiftly, his sharp gaze falling upon Ye Feng. Slowly, the boy's eyelids fluttered open, revealing cold, dark eyes that held an abyss of unreadable emotions.

Xia Wentian entered the room, his expression calm but observant. "Welcome back to the world of the living, young one."

Ye Feng's lips parted, but his throat was too dry to speak. Xia Ming hurried to bring water and helped him drink. "Slowly…" she said gently, supporting his head.

Ye Feng looked at her, his gaze indifferent yet piercing. He felt no warmth, no gratitude—only a vague curiosity about this girl who had cared for him for so long.

"Where… am I?" his voice was hoarse but firm.

Xia Wentian stroked his beard. "You are in my home, young man. I saved your life."