Chapter 61

If it weren't for the fact that it was already late, Bu Ye would have even considered leaving Dongmang Village immediately. However, since he had already decided to spend the night here, he naturally wanted to sleep comfortably. He was extremely tired these days.

However, the soldier who had just come out of his house was holding his bedding and some miscellaneous daily necessities.

Bu Ye's house faced south, with three rooms in a row. Outside was a yard surrounded by a fence, and the gate was quite simple, almost non-existent.

When Bu Ye looked into the yard, the soldier who had just walked out of the house also saw him. However, the soldier showed no sign of shame, but instead glared at Bu Ye and continued to walk out.

The soldier was about 1.8 meters tall, very sturdy, wearing leather armor, with short hair and thick eyebrows, looking quite fierce, and he must have been a veteran of the battlefield.

He walked straight toward Bu Ye, clearly not intending to return the items.

Bu Ye stood still, but the distance between them kept closing as the soldier continued to move forward: ten meters, seven meters, four meters...

Finally, Bu Ye spoke, his voice cold and clear: "Leave my things behind."

The soldier stopped, looking at Bu Ye with amusement: "Are you talking to me?"

"Leave the things behind." Bu Ye repeated.

The soldier couldn't help but laugh, clearly not expecting to encounter someone as clueless as Bu Ye here.

However, before he could mock Bu Ye, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

The reason was simple: in the dim light of the evening, he saw Bu Ye's aura suddenly change, and a constellation lit up inside him! It felt as if Bu Ye had instantly transformed from an ordinary person into a being of a higher level than ordinary humans!

Heart Cloud Blood Star!

The soldier was completely stunned, standing there dumbfounded, counting the stars in Bu Ye's body: one, two, three...

Nine, a total of nine!

In their regiment, there were only five Heart Cloud experts, and even a Heart Cloud Seven-star was a squad leader, commanding seventy to eighty people. A Heart Cloud Nine-star was already at the level of a deputy regiment commander!

The soldier swallowed hard, then looked up at Bu Ye, forcing a smile, trying to speak.

However, he couldn't say anything, because he saw the coldest expression on Bu Ye's face, as cold as a ten-thousand-year-old ice block, and he felt he would freeze if he stayed there for another second.

The soldier turned and ran back, quickly rushing into Bu Ye's house, almost tripping over the threshold.

Bu Ye heard the commotion inside but didn't move, just standing outside the door waiting.

In less than a minute, the soldier had put everything back in place and ran out like the wind, not daring to make a sound as he passed Bu Ye.

Bu Ye frowned and then walked into the house.

He really didn't want to waste words on such disputes. He was currently more demonic, and if he followed his own nature, he might have crippled the soldier on the spot. However, if that happened, he wouldn't be able to rest, and the situation would escalate. To get a good night's rest, he had to activate his Heart Cloud Blood Star and scare the soldier away.

Inside the house, looking at the not-so-spacious and simply furnished hall, Bu Ye couldn't help but feel a bit nostalgic. After crossing over, he had only slept here one night, but since he had all the memories of this world's Bu Ye, he was very familiar with the place.

In this house, Bu Ye's parents in this world had given birth to him and raised him. His father had an accident while hunting in the mountains, and his mother died from overwork.

The hall had three rooms, with the westernmost one being separate, and the middle and eastern ones connected. Bu Ye's bed was in the eastern room.

It was clear that the place had been ransacked, but he didn't know if it was the Dongmang Mountain bandits or the soldiers who did it.

Bu Ye came to the table under the window in the eastern room, bent down to pick up the chair that had fallen to the ground, and straightened the overturned ceramic teapot and cups on the table. Then he fell into a daze.

After a while, he felt thirsty and picked up the teapot, heading outside.

There was a well in the yard. He placed the teapot on the well's edge, picked up the wooden bucket next to it, and threw it into the well.

"Plunk!"

The wooden bucket fell into the well water, floating up and down. At that moment, Bu Ye suddenly remembered his childhood—not the childhood of this world's Bu Ye, but his own—when he first saw a well at a relative's house in the countryside. As a child, he was just being mischievous and, taking advantage of the adults' inattention, urinated into the well. Looking at the well water and the bucket, Bu Ye felt a sense of two lives merging into one.

He shook his head vigorously, then pulled the rope to tilt the bucket and scoop up water.

A few seconds later, Bu Ye pulled out a full bucket of well water and placed it next to the well. With his current strength, he could easily drink from the bucket, but he wasn't that crude. He filled the ceramic teapot and started drinking from it.

After finishing a whole pot, he filled another and headed back inside.

Back in the house, he tidied up the bed without taking off his clothes and lay down.

The whole process was very calm, like a routine.

Before the age of twenty, he once thought that a peaceful life had no meaning, and that people lived not to repeat others' lives. But after falling ill, he realized that perhaps life and human existence had no deeper meaning, and it was just a habit. Life is life, and humans are humans, that's all, with no "mission" or "cosmic evolution" attached.

Now, or rather, since he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, he no longer agreed with any viewpoint. His values were in complete chaos, and he couldn't sort them out.

He felt that he was just a shell with a specific personality and temperament, and the contents inside the shell were in complete disarray, with a lot of space left to fill.

He didn't know if filling it would make it more chaotic or "set things right," and he didn't care.

Meaning?

His life didn't need meaning; he just needed to know what he wanted to do.

The biggest thing was to defeat the cancer cells!

Since leaving the red light, Bu Ye could finally focus on his inner self.

Originally, he had eight Heart Cloud stars, and the red light helped activate the ninth star, but the tenth star was still...

Not out of reach!

At this moment, Bu Ye felt a surge of blood energy in the center of his chest, just below the lungs and above the liver, at the diaphragm, with a faint sign of the tenth blood star forming!

So fast?!

In the battle against cancer cells, he already had a significant advantage. If he could quickly activate the tenth blood star and improve his physical condition by 0.2, his chances of winning would be much greater.

He now had a vague feeling: as long as his normal life force could reach a certain ratio compared to the life force of the cancer cells, he could definitely eliminate them completely!

For example, his current life force base was 1, and the Heart Cloud added 1, with nine blood stars adding 1.8, totaling 3.8. The life force of the cancer cells, he assumed, was 1. The ratio was 3.8/1. At first glance, this was a high ratio, with good cells being 3.8 times the cancer cells. However, this wasn't like a game where you could eliminate each other in a 1:1 ratio. If it were that simple, Bu Ye would still have 2.8 good cells left after the battle, and he could slowly recover his body...

Bu Ye's current situation was that he needed to let the good cells and cancer cells compete for survival space, like trees in a forest competing for sunlight or crops in a field competing for nutrients.

The ratio needed to reach at least 5/1 to have a good chance of eliminating the cancer cells, which was Bu Ye's real feeling at the moment!

So, he needed to speed up!

While Bu Ye was thinking, he faintly heard a child's cry and became alert.

Listening carefully, it wasn't an illusion; the cry came from the neighboring yard, and it was Sheng'er!

Thinking of the little brat, Bu Ye couldn't help but smile, then closed his eyes and focused inward again.

However, by the time he estimated that the tenth blood star would awaken in four to five days, Sheng'er's crying hadn't stopped.

Bu Ye frowned and remembered the soldiers, then "huh" and sat up from the bed, walking out quickly.

It was almost completely dark, but the moon was still in the sky, allowing him to see the path.

There was only a fence between the two houses. Bu Ye, no longer a rule-follower, walked a few steps to the fence, then jumped over it into Luo Xiu's yard.

"Sheng'er, stop crying, go to sleep..."

"Uh... No... Mom, I want to sleep in our bed..." Sheng'er's crying was intermittent, sounding very sad.

"Tomorrow we'll leave... Good child... Mom will hold you, it won't be uncomfortable..."

Bu Ye listened for a moment but couldn't figure out what was going on, so he walked to the door and knocked.

"Knock, knock!"

"Who?!" Luo Xiu's guarded voice immediately came, and Sheng'er stopped crying, looking like they were both startled.

"It's me." Bu Ye said.

"Aye... Aye..." Luo Xiu called out instinctively, clearly recognizing Bu Ye's voice, "Wait a moment, I'll open the door."

Bu Ye didn't necessarily need to go in; he just wanted to understand what was happening and make sure Sheng'er stopped crying so he could go back to sleep.

"Why is Sheng'er crying?" Bu Ye asked from outside the door.

"Creak!"

Luo Xiu's actions were faster than Bu Ye expected, and she had already opened the door. Her hair was a bit messy, and she looked at Bu Ye in the moonlight, seemingly unsure how to speak.

"Uncle Bu." Sheng'er's pitiful little voice came from inside.

"Can I come in?" Bu Ye asked.

"Um." Luo Xiu responded and stepped aside to let Bu Ye in.

Bu Ye entered the house and immediately saw the problem: Luo Xiu's house was completely empty, with only a hard bed board. Sheng'er was sitting on the bed, his big eyes red and puffy.

It turned out that all of Luo Xiu's belongings were gone, and the bed was too hard for the little Sheng'er to bear, so he kept crying.

Although the Dongmang Mountain bandits were bad, they only took valuable things. It seemed that the soldiers had taken the bedding from Luo Xiu's house. But at this point, who could they go to for help...

"Sheng'er, stop crying, wait for Uncle." Bu Ye turned and walked out.

Luo Xiu thought Bu Ye was going to ask the soldiers for bedding and quickly said, "No! We can manage for one night."

Bu Ye almost laughed. He wasn't that foolish and wouldn't cause trouble with the soldiers at this time. He directly said, "I'll bring my bedding."

Luo Xiu was stunned, and by the time she reacted, Bu Ye had already taken a few steps.

Luo Xiu quickly followed, calling out to Bu Ye's back, "I'm fine, it's just Sheng'er. If you have a mat, let Sheng'er sleep with you for the night, no need to bring it here."