Chapter 55
Extra 2
Yan Yuhe

“Senior Brother… my dear Senior Brother, please believe me. This divination I did for you used all the skills I’ve learned in my lifetime. Even if there are some errors, they won’t be too far off.”

Yan Yuhe recalled that before descending the mountain, Liu Mengyuan sat beside him, chattering incessantly, constantly changing positions to pour those words into his ears. He thought Liu Mengyuan was not very smart and shouldn’t bother him while he was polishing his sword. Although this sword was specifically for slaying demons and wouldn’t hurt people deeply, if he stabbed Liu Mengyuan with it, Liu Mengyuan would still have to lie in bed for several days. At the very least, he should have some sense and not bother him when he was polishing his sword.

Thinking about how their master had only taken him and Liu Mengyuan as disciples over the years, Yan Yuhe sheathed his sword and coldly said to his junior brother, “There is no Red Luan Star in my fate.”

“How is that possible!” Liu Mengyuan’s eyes widened as he loudly retorted, “Who can truly go through life without feeling love? Besides, I’ve already calculated your Red Luan Star. If it didn’t exist, how could I have calculated it?”

Yan Yuhe bluntly replied, “Your calculations are inaccurate.”

Liu Mengyuan came in high spirits, but after receiving a scolding, kneeling for two hours by the water cliff, and copying scriptures twenty times, he left in tears. As he left, he said, “Senior Brother, it doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me now. You’ll know whether my prediction is accurate when you truly meet her!”

Yan Yuhe looked at the panicked girl before him, and those words echoed in his ears again. Her robe was very simple and had become quite dirty after much crawling and rolling. The ink-black hair draped over her shoulders was as smooth as fine silk, faintly covering her snow-white neck. She was full of vigilance yet appeared very frightened. Upon closer inspection, her body was subtly trembling, but she still forced herself to look at him calmly.

Yan Yuhe thought: Jiang Ruoming’s body had indeed changed its core. The sword was still vibrating, its buzzing sound becoming sharper. It was an alarm that only Yan Yuhe could hear, pointing out the presence of evil spirits as it always did, assisting him in eliminating them.

Now, Jiang Ruoming, whom he had been chasing for nearly half a year, was right in front of him. The sword’s reaction was extremely intense, urgently urging Yan Yuhe as if it would immediately rush out and kill the person in front of him with just a thought.

Yan Yuhe lowered his eyes, his gaze calm and unruffled, his expression serene. In a silent moment, with a slight movement of his mind, the sword immediately quieted down, ceasing its buzzing and becoming a silent, lifeless object.

At the same time, the girl in front of him spoke, raising her hands to the sides of her head in a strange gesture and calling him “Brother Ghost.”

Yan Yuhe was initially puzzled, wondering if she had an eye disease that made her mistake him for a ghost. Then, he remembered that his current appearance was indeed no different from that of an evil spirit. Yan Yuhe did not explain, his gaze reflecting her timid appearance. Her bright black eyes stared at him, making Yan Yuhe uncomfortable, especially with an unusual agitation rising from his heart.

Yan Yuhe spoke to drive her away, wanting her to disappear from his sight quickly.

The girl seemed to treat this place as a refuge and refused to leave, saying many things to stay. From her words, Yan Yuhe quickly judged that she knew nothing about their surroundings and had no ability to protect herself. Even a group of insignificant little ghosts could scare her like this. She didn’t even know her own situation. With almost no yang energy left in her body, she still wanted to transfer yang energy to him.

Ignorant, Yan Yuhe thought.

But Yan Yuhe still kept her around. He wanted to see how she would use her extremely yin body, with more yin than yang, to transfer yang energy to him.

During his travels in the human world, Yan Yuhe encountered countless demons coveting his body. Because his mother was a celestial star lord, the half-divine blood flowing in his veins made his essence and bones treasures in the eyes of demons. Those demons would transform into various beautiful forms, using all kinds of tricks to try to devour him, but Yan Yuhe could always see through them at a glance and remained completely unaffected.

Those tricks were too common for Yan Yuhe to mention. But humans were ultimately different. When she walked in, her bare feet landed lightly on the carpet, but Yan Yuhe noticed immediately. She had soaked in the spiritual spring for a long time, washing herself clean from head to toe. She wore an oversized black robe that didn’t fit, making her skin look as white as porcelain. Her face still retained the flush from soaking in hot water for a long time. The light in the room fell on her, making her half-exposed neck glow, and her whole body was covered in a damp mist.

Amusingly, she said her name was Yan Chixia. This was indeed the first time he had encountered such a thing in his life. After traveling far and wide for so many years, this was the first person to impersonate him in front of him. Even Jiang Ruoming didn’t dare to pretend to be him.

Yan Yuhe looked at her and thought she was really foolish. He wouldn’t know who would win if he compared her with Liu Mengyuan. However, Yan Yuhe showed no expression and didn’t bother to expose her. He simply hid his surname and told her his name was Yuhe.

She seriously discussed with Yan Yuhe, earnestly expressing that she didn’t want him to absorb too much yang energy. Her watery eyes were sincere as she stared at him, her red lips slightly parted, revealing a bit of her white teeth.

Every movement and expression detail fell into Yan Yuhe’s eyes. He thought that perhaps she honestly didn’t know how little yang energy she had left in her body. She tried to make a living with her limited knowledge, treating him as a gentle, easy-to-negotiate, and very yang-energy-hungry ghost.

Yan Yuhe didn’t need to explain this. Naturally taciturn, he didn’t bother to speak much and agreed to everything she said. With awkward movements and a sense of restraint, she approached him. Her warm, soft lips touched his, mingling their breaths. Yan Yuhe realized that he didn’t feel any physical or mental rejection.

The previous exploratory and curious emotions had quietly taken root and sprouted at some unknown moment, slowly growing into a green shoot, blossoming into a flower named “desire,” and entangling him before he realized it. At this moment, he finally acknowledged that his foolish junior brother Liu Mengyuan’s astrological prediction was somewhat accurate. The divination was correct, at least proving that there was indeed a Red Luan Star in his fate. Whether it was love or desire, it was still unknown.

Emotions and desires inherently drive humans. Yan Yuhe never thought he could be an exception, let alone the fact that the union of yin and yang, the love between men and women, was a natural thing. Despite the numerous criticisms of his aloofness and purity, only he was aware of the multiple occasions when his foolish younger brother infuriated him and that he had never acknowledged being a heartless person.

On the contrary, Yan Yuhe felt that he was quite loyal and righteous. The fact that Liu Mengyuan could grow up safe and healthy and often clung to him, chattering away, was enough to prove that.

In a single instant, Yan Yuhe accepted the fact that desire had tainted him. Once, he was unaware, but now he realizes that a young lady’s body was soft everywhere. She seemed so delicate and fragile; no matter where she was touched, her body immediately responded with a raw reaction; her trembling lashes or tongue, which always unconsciously pushed him away, created an extremely heated breath. When their lips and tongues intertwine, desire explodes, boiling and rolling in his heart, constantly urging him to take a step further and seek more. Especially when she dodged, Yan Yuhe felt an even stronger urge to bully her. Watching her retreat step by step, her watery eyes showed a hint of panic, and her cheeks and ears turned as red as the evening glow; an unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled Yan Yuhe’s heart, and so, with a slight curve of her lips, a stunning smile inadvertently revealed itself.
 
She was asleep in the next room, letting down her guard. The spacious black robe falls on the bed, unable to conceal her long, slender legs, subtly revealing her rounded shoulders. Perhaps she was too tired; she slept very soundly and completely failed to notice Yan Yuhe standing by the bed. This was the first time anyone had spent the night in Yan Yuhe’s room. He released Jiang Xing and instructed the little fellow to take the person back.
 
Jiang Xing saw her for the first time, cautiously approaching the bed. Its round, glistening eyes studied her intently. After a moment, it suddenly leaned its head over, resting against her arm, its long neck flopping down on the bed, looking like a worthless, clingy creature.
 
“Jiang Xing.” Yan Yuhe said in a low voice, hinting at a warning.
 
Jiang Xing glanced back at her master and then obediently picked her up and left. Her spirit had not yet fully merged with her body. Every time she fell asleep, her state was hardly different from fainting. Therefore, when Jiangxing carried her away, she was completely unaware. She hurriedly wanted to leave the temple, insisting on walking over ten miles even though her body was utterly exhausted. In the end, Jiang Xing brought her back while she was asleep.
 
Yan Yuhe could spare her life, but letting her leave like this was impossible. On the night of the following day, she was chased to the lotus pond by the ghost in the temple, just like before. Yan Yuhe set up exorcism spells in the territory he claimed as his own. At first, he killed many of the ghosts that caused trouble in the temple; after that, no other ghosts dared to come near. Tonight, this female ghost, for some reason, has been blinded by lard and dares to venture to his doorstep.
 
Yan Yuhe effortlessly eliminated the female ghost, and his gaze fell on the disheveled girl. At first glance, he noticed a faint bite mark on her neck. Actually, the bite wasn’t deep, but due to her weakened yang energy, any slight movement would leave marks on her body. Just like last night when he kissed her; he clearly didn’t use much force, yet still managed to leave a small wound on her lip, prompting her to quietly complain.

Yan Yuhe looked at the bite marks forming on her snow-white neck, and the more he looked, the more glaring it became. Until it became impossible to ignore, nameless anger spread in her heart, intricately and densely radiating within her chest. He pressed the person into the spring, trying to restore the skin on her neck to its previous state. However, no matter how much he rubbed, all he achieved was to make her skin turn a bright red, unable to erase the bite marks. That female ghost had lost her soul and spirit; her death was well-deserved and couldn’t be pursued further. Yan Yuhe was unaware that he was being somewhat unreasonable; he irritably thought that her skin was at fault for so easily bearing the marks of others.