Transferring Yang Energy
Transferring Yang Energy Chapter 22

Chapter 22

The weather had become extremely harsh at some point, with lightning and thunder and the rain pouring down as if it wanted to destroy all life on this stormy night. The thunder roared like a wild beast, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the eaves and windows, making a dense, muffled sound. Only one lamp was lit in the room, and its dim, hazy light seemed to fill the room with endless ambiguity. Occasionally, a flash of lightning brought a blazing white light, completely illuminating the person standing in the room. He was initially wearing a snow-white robe, but now it was stained with large patches of black and red blood. Some of it had also splattered onto his handsome face, making his cold, frosty brows and eyes appear somewhat bewitching.

The blood stains on Yu He were from when he carried Xue Ming back to the room, and she accidentally vomited on him. Facing such a powerful ghost king, Xue Ming’s stubbornness couldn’t last long. When he wrapped his arm around her waist, she struggled in fear, causing new blood to surge up her throat. Unable to hold it back, she ended up vomiting all over him.

This was very awkward, as Yu He seemed to love cleanliness. The first thing he did when he returned last time was to take a bath. Xue Ming thought that Yu He was probably outraged.

After throwing Xue Ming onto the bed, he stood outside the canopy bed without moving, his face hidden in the shadows where the light couldn’t reach. Only the occasional flash of lightning outside the bed could momentarily illuminate his face.

Xue Ming saw his expression was icy, as if he wanted to kill someone. His jaw, neck, and even his hands were smeared with blood. He was slowly wiping it off with a brocade cloth, his silent demeanor making him seem very sinister.

Xue Ming felt a bit guilty but also indignant, thinking to herself: So what if he wants to kill someone? I’m about to die anyway! Should I go all out and fight him?

However, her poor health made it impossible for her to fight back. She could only curl up on the bed, watching Yu He’s expression warily.

The brocade cloth seemed to have some enchantment, easily wiping away the bloodstains on him. Yu He removed his filthy outer robe and walked towards the bed with the brocade cloth after cleaning his face and neck. He looked like he was about to come over and punch someone to death. Xue Ming was terrified, thinking he was coming to settle accounts with her. She hurriedly turned and crawled further into the bed, but someone grabbed her ankle and yanked her back before she could get far. She was pulled back from the smooth sheets, her shoulder was turned over, and a large hand gripped her jaw, forcing her face up.

“Mm—” Xue Ming had just started to make a sound when something soft covered her face, rubbing it haphazardly. Then she realized that Yu He was wiping her face with a brocade cloth.

Although Xue Ming only vomited twice, the amount was not small. Her chin, neck, and clothes were also smeared with a lot, making her look very dirty.

Yu He held her chin and, without knowing the strength of his hand, forcefully wiped the dirt off her face, neck, and hands, cleaning them all.

Xue Ming certainly knew he wouldn’t be so kind. Even if he didn’t hit her, he would give her a good lesson. After all, she hadn’t been polite to Yu He in her dream earlier and had said some harsh words. The main issue was that she could no longer distinguish between her real and fake dreams. She felt her dreams had been turned into a sieve, allowing anyone to come in and find her.

Xue Ming wanted to explain what had happened in the dream, but she felt a chill at her collar and realized that Yu He had undone her buttons at some point. His fingers fell, and the cold touch made her shiver all over.

Xue Ming hurriedly covered her collar, “Wait—”

“Wait?” Yu He pressed half his leg onto the bed, leaned closer to her, and his fingertips traced up her neck, stopping at her jawbone. His tone was gentle, “How much longer can your body wait?”

Xue Ming had no choice but to lean back, continually retreating, using her remaining strength to negotiate with Yu He, “You can’t save me… I became like this because my body lacks yang energy.”

Yu He looked down at her, slowly leaning over and pressing her onto the bed. His voice was soft and seemingly gentle, “No problem, I’ll transfer some yang energy to you.”

Xue Ming’s almond-shaped eyes widened in shock, and she pressed her hand against his shoulder, exclaiming, “Wait a minute, how can a male ghost have yang energy?”

Yu He didn’t answer, but with a forceful tug, the clothes on Xue Ming’s shoulder were torn with a ripping sound.

Naturally, Xue Ming was unwilling and started to struggle, kicking her legs fiercely. The exhaustion made her pant like a bull, and she quickly searched her mind for a strategy.

Seeing her resistance, Yu He suddenly got up and left the bed, turning to leave the canopy bed.

Surprised, Xue Ming peeked out, thinking that this lecherous ghost was surprisingly easy to talk to this time and had really let her go so easily.

But then she saw him go to the bookshelf and raise his hand to take something from it. When he turned back, Xue Ming saw at a glance that he was holding a delicate crystal jar filled with tiny red pills.

Xue Ming immediately realized what it was, gasped, and turned over to crawl to the inside of the bed. However, the canopy bed itself was not large, and even though she curled up to the innermost part, Yu He’s long arm easily reached out, grabbed her calf, and dragged her out.

The crystal jar had already been opened. Yu He pressed down on her leg, half of his body leaning over her, pinning her down firmly. His fingers gripped her jawbone, forcing her mouth open, and he calmly asked, “How many do you want to eat?”

Xue Ming wanted to say she wouldn’t eat even one, but her jaw wouldn’t close, and she could only make incoherent sounds.

Yu He thought for a moment, then took out three pills and was about to put them into Xue Ming’s mouth.

Terrified, Xue Ming began to struggle frantically and quickly made a pause gesture. She remembered that the old man from Heaven and Earth had said that just one of these pills could bring a person to the peak of ecstasy. Yet, Yu He had taken out three at once. If she ate them, she wouldn’t have to wait for her yang energy to be exhausted; she would probably die right here on the spot. When she saw him holding the jar, Xue Ming was still amused, not expecting it to become her great misfortune now.

Xue Ming broke free from his hand and said anxiously, “We can discuss anything, right? There’s no need to go to extremes. My little life isn’t worth much. If you wanted to kill me now, why did you save me in the first place?”

Yu He looked at her face.

The bloodstains that had been on her face were now wiped clean. Her small face, pale due to her weakened state, had lost its usual rosiness, leaving only a stark whiteness that made her dark, bright eyes stand out even more. Her watery eyes now looked pitiful, and her fragile appearance was genuinely heart-wrenching.

Yu He gently lifted her hand, holding her fingers and looking at them without speaking.

Following his gaze, Xue Ming was horrified to see that her nails had turned black as if coated with a thin layer of nail polish. Against her pale skin, they looked like ghostly claws clasped together.

Xue Ming’s heart filled with panic. She grasped his hand in return and asked urgently, “Can you really transfer yang energy to me?”

Yu He’s eyebrows raised slightly, “Want to try?”

His skin had no warmth, as white as snow. There was no sound of breathing, no detectable heartbeat. Only when his eyes were tinged with desire did he show any emotional fluctuation. No matter how you looked at him, he was undeniably a ghost. Xue Ming couldn’t believe that a ghost could replenish her yang energy. But her life was slipping away too quickly. Her nails were turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye, her breathing was becoming weak, and her vision was starting to blur.

Yu He’s face would sometimes be clear and sometimes blurry. He was gorgeous, with porcelain-like skin and features as if painted. He was the most handsome person Xue Ming had ever seen in her many years of life.

If he weren’t a ghost… Xue Ming thought she wouldn’t be entirely opposed to being with him if he were a living person. She only wanted to live, whether it was back when she was so poor that she had to survive on two yuan for two days, secretly sleeping in someone else’s garage because she couldn’t find a job, or now, when she had traveled to this place full of ghosts, walking on the edge of life and death. She didn’t want to die over something so meaningless. Even if no one in this temple is worth trusting, Yu He is still the best among the worst. After all, Xue Ming has indeed saved a few lives from his hands.

Moreover, between death and other options, the other options are always Xue Ming’s first choice. With a determined heart, she raised her trembling hand and took a pill from Yu He’s palm.

First of all, she definitely couldn’t take three of these lousy pills. It was better to take control and only take one. Then she played a little trick, biting the pill in half after putting it in her mouth. Using her last bit of strength, she propped herself up, wrapped her arms around Yu He’s neck, and pressed her lips to his, passing the other half into his mouth. This way, she only took half of it, so the medicine’s effect should be greatly reduced; at least it wouldn’t harm her body.

Yu He obediently leaned over and pressed Xue Ming on the bed, entwining his lips and tongue with hers. With a movement of his throat, he swallowed the pill that melted in his mouth—the following time seemed infinitely stretched out. The bed was shaking violently. The creaking sound echoed rhythmically in the silent room, accompanied by melodic chanting. Several layers of gauze curtains fell, barely covering the entangled figures inside.

The sound of rain covered the shaking sound caused by the rhythm, and those fine and dense low moans between lips and teeth appeared occasionally.

Xue Ming felt like she was suffocating in a furnace, and there was no dry part of her body, almost soaked in hot sweat. The exhaustion spreading from her bones made her beg for mercy constantly, and no matter how good her words were, they just went in Yu He’s left ear and out his right ear.

Floating in the ravine of desire, she suddenly felt Yu He was about to come. She became anxious and struggled, “No, don’t release it inside…”

“Hmm?” Yu He’s breath was unstable, and his breathing rhythm was disordered. His voice fell low in her ear, like the whisper of lovers, “How can I give you yang energy if I don’t release it inside?”

Xue Ming couldn’t listen, and fear surged in her heart. She pushed his arms hard, but it was all in vain. Finally, she felt a chill in her stomach while trembling. Xue Ming was so tired that she kept panting and crying with tears and was so scared.

Yu He saw her crying, and he felt no guilt at all. When she howled a few times and found that shouting like that was laborious, she turned into a soft sob. He smiled and said slowly, “Don’t worry; you can’t get pregnant for the time being.”

Xue Ming turned her moist eyes at him, her voice trembling with tears. “Really?”

At that moment, Xue Ming suddenly felt a warmth spreading in her belly, flowing to her limbs and bones like a withered tree had encountered spring, and an endless vitality surged. She raised her hand and saw that her previously blackened nails had regained their rosy color, and her bloodless skin had also turned healthy.

Yu He didn’t lie to her! He really transferred yang energy to her, restoring her nearly exhausted body to its original state!

So, ghosts can transfer yang energy to humans? Could it be that they actually have a healthy circulatory system within their bodies, and after he absorbed her yang energy, he converted it back to her in another way? Is that possible?

Xue Ming’s mind wandered wildly. She felt incredibly energetic, and every muscle and bone in her body was extremely comfortable. She suddenly began to doubt whether Yu He was really a ghost.

Before she could think further, Yu He pulled her along, and they immediately embarked on the next round of their journey. The warm spring night under the hibiscus canopy was incredibly long and exhausting, and they only rested at dawn.

Xue Ming was utterly exhausted. She fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes, and when she woke up, it was already afternoon. To her surprise, she found herself not in her small, shabby room but still on Yu He’s canopy bed. The quilt was half hanging off the bed, the other half covering her in a messy heap. The room was quiet, with only the occasional wind drifting through the window.

Xue Ming had slept exceptionally well, the best she had since arriving in this world. When she woke up, she felt rejuvenated, all discomfort gone, as if she had been reborn. Stretching lazily, she felt a sudden surge of happiness. Wrapping the quilt around herself, she slowly sat up, only to see Yu He sitting quietly in a soft chair, watching her. She had no idea how long he had been there. He was already dressed, and his black and white robes perfectly fit his excellent figure. His long hair was neatly tied, and his handsome face was as calm as ever, with deep, dark eyes. Beside him lay the white crane nestled against his left arm, looking very obedient. Its round eyes also watched Xue Ming.

Xue Ming initially thought the white crane was Yu He’s servant, but now it seemed more like a pet.

“When did you wake up? Did I sleep for a long time?” Xue Ming tightened the quilt around herself, her voice completely hoarse. She then felt a sharp hunger and, without waiting for his answer, asked, “Is there anything to eat?”

Yu He raised his hand and patted the crane’s head. The little crane hopped out of the room as if receiving an order.

Yu He remained silent, and the room fell quiet again. Feeling awkward, Xue Ming cleared her throat and asked, “Where are my clothes?”

She glanced around the room but didn’t see her torn clothes. She guessed Yu He might have thrown them away while cleaning, but those were her last set of intact clothes. Not sure if it was because of their time on the bed, but Yu He was surprisingly good-tempered, lazily supporting his head, “On the bed.”

Xue Ming turned to look and found a brand-new set of clothes at the corner of the bed. She shook them out and saw that they included everything from the inner to outer garments, all in color like apricot blossoms, with pine and crane patterns on the sleeves and hem. It was a gorgeous dress.

Turning her back, Xue Ming took a while to figure out how to put them on, and they fit perfectly. She was almost moved to tears, no longer worried about having nothing to wear.

After getting off the bed and putting on her shoes, Xue Ming realized her waist was sore. Thinking back to the previous night, she still felt a lingering fear. The old man from Heaven and Earth had done many bad things, and the medicine he gave her was incredibly potent. Just half a pill nearly took her life. She washed her face and, while holding mouthwash, sneaked a glance at Yu He, only to meet his gaze, almost swallowing the water in shock.

Xue Ming quickly composed herself, her face flushed, and continued washing up slowly.

Soon, the white crane came rushing in with a food box, placing it on the table with a few chirps. Yu He patted its red feathers and then turned it back into a paper form, tucking it into his sleeve.

Xue Ming could already smell the food, making her mouth water. She quickly ran over to the table, sat down, and started taking out the food from the box while trying to make conversation, “Is this crane your servant?”

“Spirit pet,” Yu He replied calmly.

“Does it have a name?”

Yu He: “Jiang Xing.”

“Jiang Xing?” Xue Ming repeated, “That’s a nice name.”

The crane was indeed beautiful, fitting such a name, though it looked a bit silly.

Xue Ming buried her head in the food for a while, satisfying her hunger. After hesitating for a long time, she gathered the courage to ask Yu He a very important question: “You said last night that I wouldn’t get pregnant. Is that true? You weren’t lying, right?”

Although Yu He had indeed transferred yang energy to her, his attitude on the bed last night was quite improper and sometimes very harsh, making Xue Ming still worried. She touched her belly, especially since it wasn’t just once or twice; it was always good to ask.

Yu He’s gaze fell on her abdomen, lightly asking, “Do you want to?”

Xue Ming quickly shook her head like a rattle. “Are you human or a ghost? How can you transfer yang energy to me?”

Yu He retorted, “Not eating? So many questions.”

Xue Ming continued shoveling food into her mouth, grumbling internally about being unable to ask a couple of questions. After filling her stomach, she didn’t linger in Yu He’s room.

Yu He was taciturn, and awkwardness from their physical intimacy but still distant relationship enveloped Xue Ming. She waved her hand casually, said goodbye, and left the small house by the lotus pond. As she stepped outside, she realized it was already evening. The western sky was painted with a large swath of fiery clouds, turning the entire world into a rosy hue. The blooming lotus flowers swayed in the wind, looking spectacular and magnificent.

Xue Ming took a deep breath, her face beaming with joy. Her steps were full of vitality, and she thought that this must be what it felt like to be full of yang energy. She now realized that since she had entered this world, she had never had a day with sufficient yang energy, and her body had reached its peak state on this day.

By the time she walked back, it was already dark. Ning Caichen and the two servants seemed to have already rested, and Xue Ming entered the house alone. The first thing she did was shake the bell to summon Nie Xiaoqian.

Nie Xiaoqian appeared from the green smoke, but as soon as she landed in the room, she quickly retreated, pressing herself against the wall and covering her face with her sleeve, looking extremely disgusted.

Xue Ming was startled, thinking there was some strange smell on her body. She quickly lifted her sleeve to sniff, only to find a pleasant fragrance, a mix of lotus and other fresh scents, indistinguishable. Then she heard Nie Xiaoqian scream in horror, “Oh my god, what happened to you? Why is your body so full of yang energy? What did you do last night?!”

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