Chapter 81: The Meaning of Revenge

Struck by this direct blow with no way to counter, and the impact of his face too overwhelming, how could this little white rabbit Yang Yi possibly withstand it? In an instant, she was utterly shattered; not only could she not understand herself, even if he asked for her heart, she would gladly tear it out herself, place it in a gift box with ribbon, and fly straight to him to deliver it.

“It’s just… you know, my childhood wasn’t great, they… those so-called family members came looking for repayment…” Yang Yi mumbled, distracted, still lost in his earlier words: “I want to know everything about you.”

She felt she couldn’t resist his charm—he was a seasoned general, undefeated in battle, while she was a green recruit dragged onto the battlefield for the first time. Though their side initially repelled him with celestial meteor strikes, once the two armies clashed, she could only stand helplessly as this general drove her back, step by step.

“And then?” Christopher sat up straight, his expression turning serious.

“Then I drove them away,” Yang Yi said.

“Darling, tell me—did they ever abuse you? Mentally or physically?” Christopher asked with grave intensity.

Yang Yi was stunned by his demeanor; her scattered thoughts, moments ago drifting far away, snapped back instantly.

“...Yes,” Yang Yi paused, then answered.

“And you just let them walk away?” Christopher asked in disbelief. “God, you should’ve made them pay! This is an utterly vile crime! They should be locked in prison! You should seek revenge!”

Yang Yi fell silent for a moment, shrugged, feigning indifference. “I could’ve, sure. But revenge has no meaning. It’s all in the past, isn’t it? What’s done can’t be undone, and what hasn’t happened won’t happen again. So their fate—how it ends—doesn’t really matter to me anymore…”

Christopher’s blue eyes never left her, filled with an inexplicable sorrow and pity, as if watching a small animal trapped in a snare refusing rescue: “No, darling. Revenge can’t change the past, but it can change the present. Its greatest power is catharsis—and that’s almost everything…”

He licked his lips, continuing: “Sometimes revenge is a ritual, like a funeral—not just to tell others, but to tell yourself, deep inside, that it’s over.”

“The act of revenge is like personally arranging a funeral, pouring your whole soul into it, releasing every suppressed bitterness during the ceremony. Only after that release can you truly let go of the past and welcome tomorrow. If you think revenge is meaningless, even if they never harm you again, you’ll still be chained to the shadows of the past—because you never had the ritual…”

Yang Yi opened her mouth, staring at him as if seeing him for the first time.

Her heart pounded wildly—a feeling unlike any before. It wasn’t for his face, not for his eyes, but for him—Christopher Norton himself. She now clearly understood: this was different.

“And you’re not happy. I felt it,” Christopher gazed at her seriously, his blue eyes deeper than the ocean, clearer than the sky. “That’s what matters most…”

Damn, I just want to fly to him, hug him, kiss him, make love with him under the sky as our blanket and the earth as our bed, lost to the world, unaware of time or space…

A flood of scrambled code filled Yang Yi’s mind; she could barely think anymore.

When she finally came to, she saw Christopher rising hastily, striding quickly into the mansion, heading upstairs.

“What’s wrong? Is there an emergency?” Yang Yi asked quickly.

“I need to shower and change—we’re leaving for Xia Country! Now! Immediately! Right now!” Christopher frowned. “Damn it, private jets require advance approval—we don’t have time. Darling, wait a sec—I’ll call my assistant to book tickets!”

He hung up immediately.

Yang Yi stared at the disconnected phone, momentarily dazed.

He’s coming to Xia Country? Why?

But the answer rose slowly from within her, like bubbles rising from the depths: Why else? Of course—for you! To see you! To comfort you! He thinks you need comfort now…

She quickly redialed, but the line showed he was already on another call.

Undeterred, she dialed again.

After a moment, he answered. Yang Yi rushed to say: “Really, you don’t need to come. I’m fine now. I think your advice is excellent—I’ll do exactly that! So you don’t have to rush over…”

“I want to see you! Right now! I can’t bear the thought that when all this happened, I wasn’t beside you…” Christopher was in the bathroom, clearly preparing for a battle shower; as he yanked off his sleeveless T-shirt, he said: “Don’t you want to see me? Why are you stopping me?”

Yang Yi was speechless. He was bare-chested now—his bulging pectorals, sculpted eight-pack abs, broad shoulders, narrow waist—like an unparalleled masterpiece crashing into her vision without warning.

She wanted to look away, yet couldn’t bear to.

“I need to shower, so I’ll have to hang up…” Christopher said urgently. Then he noticed her stunned gaze, glanced down at his abs, raised an eyebrow, and smirked: “Of course, if you want to keep watching, you don’t have to hang up…”

Yang Yi hung up in panic.

Then she covered her face with both hands, her expression mirroring Munch’s “The Scream.”

"Idiot! Fool! Don't act like a lovesick fool! It's disgusting! I can't stand it!" it raged again. "Look at you! He's just a human! A tiny, insignificant creature! No matter how hard he trains, he can't match the strength of a single finger of the Fire Demon! The brain-eating worm you killed could easily kill him a million times! Even that disgusting slime of the Zhi Nie Clan could kill him ten million times! A hundred million! A trillion! A quadrillion! A quintillion… times!"

“That’s not the same…” Yang Yi rubbed her cheeks to cool them down. “How could they compare to him? What right do these aliens have to be compared to him? And besides… I’ve never seen anything like this before…” Her face flushed again.

“He has no meaning! His existence is meaningless! His power is too insignificant to matter! His entire life force isn’t enough to fill your teeth…”

“His very existence is the greatest meaning to me!” Yang Yi blurted out.

After saying it, she herself froze.

After a moment, she flew out the window, shooting upward into the sky, reaching twenty thousand meters.

Most countries’ standard air defense radar detects up to fifteen thousand meters—though advanced systems are exempt.

Commercial airliners typically fly around ten thousand meters, so no passengers would spot or photograph her here.

Yes, she was flying to Akar Country—to find him.