Chapter 32: You Are Song Yilou’s Heart Demon? Part 1
After Yun Wuxiang recalled his past, he instantly felt that the Heart Demon’s disguise was laughably fake.
Yun Xinyang was a cultivation genius. He was also a transmigrator, a fish that had slipped through the net of the worldly laws. Thus, in the mortal realm, devoid of any spiritual Qi, he relied on absorbing death energy and baleful aura to draw Qi into his body and step onto the path of Dao. After accidentally killing someone for the first time, a Heart Demon was born.
When the Heart Demon was born and looked at his starting environment, he fell silent.
He was in the mortal realm. The step after seizing the main body would be getting struck into ash by the Heavenly Dao laws.
Seizing the body meant death. Not seizing it meant living a little longer. The Heart Demon decided to turtle up and survive.
But after killing for the first time, Yun Xinyang didn’t awaken any ferocity. Instead, he became afraid to fight back.
After his food was snatched away for the umpteenth time, the Heart Demon couldn’t take it anymore. “Hit back! Do you plan to starve yourself to death?”
If you die, I die too. Hit back! Kill those guys!
“Who?” Yun Xinyang looked left and right, seeing no one speaking to him. “Am I hallucinating?”
“I am you. I am the truest thought in your heart. Now go kill them and take the food back.”
Yun Xinyang shook his head frantically. “No, I don’t want to kill people. If I starve, I starve. Maybe if I die, I can transmigrate back.”
The Heart Demon nearly died of anger. “If you won’t kill, I will!”
This was the first time he forcibly occupied the body. He killed the few people who were most diligent in robbing Yun Xinyang, seized the food they had snatched, and immediately felt the suppression of the laws. Aggrieved, he retreated back into the body.
Yun Xinyang looked at the food in front of him and the blood on his hands, looking completely bewildered.
The Heart Demon urged, “Hurry up and eat.”
Yun Xinyang burst into tears with a waaah. “I get it now. I must have developed schizophrenia. This god-damned transmutation, this shitty ancient era… I’ve turned into a mental patient.”
Heart Demon: “…Cut the crap and eat!”
Under the special conditions of the Heavenly Dao’s suppression, the Heart Demon, who should have seized the body, not only failed to induce the host to give up the body but instead established a symbiotic feeding relationship.
Yun Xinyang treated him as his second personality. Based on the principle that he couldn’t devour the main body and didn’t want to be discovered by the heavens, the Heart Demon tacitly accepted this.
Yun Xinyang became increasingly silent toward the outside world, but he was a chatterbox with his newly discovered sub-personality. He would run to chat with the Heart Demon whenever he had nothing to do.
“I feel like calling you ‘sub-personality’ all the time isn’t very good. Let me give you a name.”
And so, the Heart Demon had a name. He was called Yun Wuxiang.
“Yun Wuxiang, I don’t want to kill people.”
“I’ll do it,” said the Heart Demon, who wanted to go out for some fresh air.
“Yun Wuxiang, there seems to be a jujube on top of that tree. I can’t reach it.”
“I’ll do it.” Probably inheriting the main body’s gluttony and wanting a snack himself, the Heart Demon controlled the body, picking the jujube from the tip of the five or six-meter-tall tree. Oh no, it was a dried jujube.
One taste and it was sour enough to make teeth fall out. Jujubes weren’t even ripe at this time of year.
The Heart Demon decisively returned the body to the main host, watching him eat the jujube while grimacing in pain.
“Yun Wuxiang, you did that on purpose!” Yun Xinyang said, his facial features twisted together ferociously.
“You wanted to eat the jujube, so I let you eat it.” Joke’s on you. He was a Heart Demon; what kind of Heart Demon shares pain with the main body? Pain on the taste buds is still pain.
There probably wasn’t a more unlucky Heart Demon in the world than him—unable to seize the body, yet forced to keep the main body from starving.
One day, Shi Qiao suddenly remembered to ask for Ah Yun’s name. “I’ve been calling you Ah Yun, but what’s your full name?”
“My name is Yun Wuxiang,” Yun Xinyang said.
Heart Demon: “…What are you doing?”
Yun Xinyang: “Hahaha, nothing. When you’re away from home, names aren’t important.”
The Heart Demon couldn’t understand human thoughts. He attributed it to his main body having another episode.
Later, Yun Wuxiang understood. Yun Xinyang didn’t want to leave any trace in this world. He had long prepared to one day give the body to the sub-personality.
“Yun Wuxiang, I want to go home.” This was the sentence Yun Xinyang said most often. The Heart Demon was tired of hearing it.
“Oh. You can look to see if there are cultivation manuals or something in this world. Maybe one day, if you cultivate to the point of shattering the void, you can get out.”
The Heart Demon felt that since he was born, there must be a place for immortals in this world. Once found, he would seize the body.
At that time, the Heart Demon was still a pure Heart Demon. He didn’t consider himself human in the slightest.
However, before the cultivation world could be found, Yun Xinyang lost the will to live. He abandoned everything he was, voluntarily letting Yun Wuxiang receive it all.
From that moment on, Yun Wuxiang changed from a Heart Demon into a human.
He inherited all of Yun Xinyang’s attributes, including his identity as a human and the strongest obsession in his heart.
In fact, this act was equivalent to a forced sale for a Heart Demon. He had only wanted the body; now he was saddled with a full set of human memories and emotions.
The Heart Demon couldn’t even distinguish who he truly was for a long time. But he remembered clearly that Yun Xinyang said he didn’t want to live anymore.
Mn. So, I am Yun Wuxiang.
…
The past flashed through his mind in a hurry. In reality, it was but the flicker of a thought.
After resolving the Heart Demon, Yun Wuxiang looked at the person who had snatched the talisman paper from the mirror person’s hand and launched a fierce attack with his sword.
“Whoa! Temple Master, I just helped you get rid of that short-haired copycat, and you turn around to kill me? Burning bridges after crossing the river, biting the hand that feeds you!” Song Yilou squawked as he dodged the blade.
Yun Wuxiang’s attacks were ruthless, leaving no room for mercy. “You know too much.”
“So it’s killing the witness to silence them?” Song Yilou dodged the long sword with a back-bend that challenged the limits of the human body, flipping over to circle to Yun Wuxiang’s side.
“Temple Master, I think what your Heart Demon said was right. You are trapped by Ah Yun. You’ve been living in his shadow. All your actions are imitating him, but no matter how you try, you can’t mimic him perfectly. Instead, you gave yourself a Heart Demon. You really are interesting, Temple Master.”
Yun Wuxiang’s response was to turn all the blood-lust and demonic energy around him into weapons, attacking Song Yilou.
The attacks were like a torrential downpour, like surging wild waves, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
Song Yilou instantly gained large and small wounds all over his body. Looking at those crimson eyes, he laughed with incredible delight. “Hahahaha! I knew I wasn’t wrong. You are the existence most suited to be my kin. No, perhaps we were of the same kind from the start.”
His fingers grazed the demonic energy spilling from Yun Wuxiang. As the blade struck, he dodged sideways and circled in front of Yun Wuxiang. The five small moles under his eye seemed to flicker with a ghostly arc of light in that moment.
“The Temple Master is influenced too deeply by the main body. Look at me—I wouldn’t be troubled by a past of being human.”
Tilting his head to dodge the long sword, Yin energy drifted. Two pairs of eyes locked gazes in the gap of the battle—one filled with crimson killing intent, the other bursting with evil paranoia.
Crack.
The sound of shattering glass alerted both fighters simultaneously. The fragments of the broken illusion pieced together in an instant, then spun madly, as if they had been sucked into a washing machine.
When Yun Wuxiang’s vision returned, the Song Yilou who had been baring his fangs and brandishing his claws was gone. Only a scrawny child remained.
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