The Daily Life of a Yandere

I don't know what kind of mental preparation Feng Shiyi gave Feng Yunjie, but when he saw Wang San again, he could stay calm without trembling. Yet, walking alongside Wang San, the hand that constantly gripped his sword still proved he lived in fear.

Poor kid!

After Du Ge's warning, Wang San restrained himself a lot, no longer openly professing his love to Feng Yunjie.

He switched to another method.

He secretly collected Feng Yunjie's used personal items, fallen hairs, and such, occasionally hiding in corners, staring obsessively at Feng Yunjie's belongings, letting out a creepy giggle.

He would warn every servant or menial who came into contact with Feng Yunjie to stay away from his "little brother." He would also spread out rice paper, drawing pictures of himself and Feng Yunjie together.

But Wang San's drawing skills were terrible; only faint outlines could be made out, so he had to label their names on the portraits and write strange phrases on them, like "For Brother Yun, I can give everything," "Anyone who hurts Brother Yun must die," "Look at me, look at me, don't look at anyone else."

When Feng Yunjie accidentally saw the contents of Wang San's drawings, he nearly broke down. He immediately came to Du Ge, his eyes bloodshot: "Seventh Master, I can't take it anymore. How about sending him back to the Feng Family? If this keeps up, I'm afraid I'll kill him..."

"Third Young Master, bear with it for now. Wang San still has great use. Isn't your second uncle finding him a suitable woman?" Du Ge said. "Once the right woman is found, you'll be free."

Feng Shiyi had sent Zhang Han back to the Feng Family to find a woman for Wang San.

Wang San's destructive power was too great—he could even scare Feng Yunjie like that. Finding just any woman would likely break her in a day or two, making her a burden to the team instead. They needed someone who could control Wang San, stay loyal to the Feng Family, and contribute to the group. Thus, a female disciple from the Feng Family's direct line became the best choice.

"Third Young Master, have you really ruled out Wang San's protection?" Du Ge asked.

Feng Yunjie shook his head frantically: "Seventh Master, having you is enough for me."

"Sigh!" Du Ge let out a regretful sigh. "Third Young Master, you have no idea what you're losing."

"Just consider me unworthy of such fortune," Feng Yunjie said. "Seventh Master, can you tell Wang San to stop doing those things? Even if he needs to grow, it doesn't have to be this very day or the next!"

"For a Heavenly Demon, growth must seize every moment. We have to be ready for crises that could arise at any time. For the overall benefit of our team, I can't agree to your request." Du Ge shook his head. "Third Young Master, he hasn't actually harmed you. You can just pretend not to see it."

"He's like a damn ghost, popping up from nowhere—how can I pretend not to see it?" Feng Yunjie roared hysterically, then his voice softened. "Seventh Master, please, just let him calm down for a day. Tomorrow, my father will send Junior Sister over..."

You're human.

And your Junior Sister isn't?

You Feng Family really are scum!

No wonder you'll deserve that Backstab later!

But for now, they still had value. Suddenly, Du Ge's ears twitched. He subtly glanced toward the door and shook his head again: "Third Young Master, Wang San must grow as fast as possible. Have you ever considered that one day, when his yandere tendencies are directed at enemies, they'll feel the same fear you do? You've trained in martial arts for years—you should know what happens when one side suddenly feels fear during a match, right?"

Feng Yunjie imagined himself in a duel, with Wang San suddenly appearing from the side, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Now you see Wang San's importance?" Du Ge smiled. "Third Young Master, whether our Peacekeeping Vanguard is rooting out evil forces or competing at the Qiao Family Holy Land in half a year, the presence or absence of Wang San could make a world of difference. So, do you still think Wang San doesn't need to train his abilities? Or that he should be sent back to the Feng Family?"

Feng Yunjie shook his head.

His desire for the Qiao Family Holy Land temporarily overpowered his fear of Wang San. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Seventh Master, this fear of Wang San won't last forever, will it?"

"Of course." Du Ge nodded, without clarifying whether he meant "of course it will" or "of course it won't."

"That's good." Feng Yunjie sighed in relief. "Indeed, no Heavenly Demon is useless. I'll just avoid him for a couple of days."

"Third Young Master, you don't necessarily have to avoid him," Du Ge said. "Maintaining a spirit of forging ahead is essential for any martial artist aiming for the peak. Why not try facing your fear head-on and overcoming it? When you conquer the fear in your heart, your future achievements will be boundless."

Feng Yunjie froze, as if struck by sudden enlightenment. He stood up and bowed deeply to Du Ge: "Thank you, Seventh Master, for showing me the way. Yunjie has learned much."

Outside the door.

Feng Shiyi, who had been eavesdropping for a while, looked thoughtful. Then, without alerting Du Ge inside, he quietly turned and left.

He had come to see Du Ge about Wang San too. Feng Shiyi felt that the neurotic Wang San was having too much influence on Feng Yunjie, and if it continued, it might leave a shadow in Feng Yunjie's heart—extremely detrimental to a martial artist's growth.

But now, after overhearing Du Ge and Feng Yunjie's conversation, he changed his mind. Feng Yunjie had had it too easy. Perhaps keeping Wang San around would indeed be a tempering experience for him.

Moreover.

Feng Shiyi confirmed one thing: Du Ge was always looking out for the Feng Family's interests, unchanged by Wang San's addition. That was enough.

Feng Yunjie left.

Du Ge continued his training, waiting to see if the Feng Family's dispatched members could find other contestants entering the Simulation Field in Luyang City.

Wang San's appearance had shown him a new way to fight. If he could find more contestants and convince them to join his team, his subsequent plans would go much smoother.

He wasn't in a hurry to visit the Iron Palm Sect or anything—that was all just to fool the Feng Family into lowering their guard.

Of course, if he only had the Keyword "Maintain," then all those plans would be real. He would wholeheartedly support the Feng Family and grow step by step.

Because for a Maintainer, switching sides equals betrayal, causing a massive drop in personal attributes—just like Wang San, who refused to change his words or actions even under threat.

Du Ge couldn't afford those consequences either. But he also had "Backstab," so maintaining a third-rate family's interests wasn't the optimal solution.

After all, betraying them brought no loss, only immense gain.

Maintain—jump ship—maintain again—jump ship again—

Keeping that cycle going was the optimal path for his growth.

Even if he truly wanted to establish the Peacekeeping Vanguard, it shouldn't be with the powerless Feng Family, but with one of the Three Sects and Five Schools. If he could find a bigger investor, only a fool would take it step by step, following the routine!

The Iron Palm Sect, a tier above the Feng Family, was Du Ge's chosen second patron.

But.

Iron Palm Sect Leader Qiu Yuanlang counted as a first-rate expert, and with the sect's many disciples under his command, he wouldn't take the risk unless he was sure of getting away unscathed.

At the very least, he needed to build his own force, let Qiu Yuanlang see the Heavenly Demon's strength, and only then would his defection carry any weight.

For now.

Du Ge's greatest enemies were the other contestants in the Simulation Field.

When he left the Feng Family, he still felt the road was long and the mountains high, with breathing room to grow. But Wang San's Fear of the Delicate had reignited his sense of crisis...