Chapter 68: It’s Not Your Place to Meddleā¦ part 1
“It really is you, little bro. Scared me to death. I opened my eyes and saw myself passionately kissing a guy. I thought I was hallucinating.”
Yun Xinyang’s shoulders relaxed. He raised a hand to pat his chest, wearing a look that said the world still had hope. Then, unable to hold back his gossip, he asked: “Just now, that… you two? Ahem, what is ‘sister-in-law’s’ name? Why did he suddenly disappear? Did I wake up at a bad time?”
After asking the last sentence, he muttered to himself: If I hadn’t woken up, wouldn’t I have become part of whatever roleplay Yun Wuxiang and that guy were doing? That’s a bit too much.
“And this cage…”
Yun Wuxiang watched as his own face shot him a bizarre look, hesitating to speak, and finally saying with profound earnestness: “I think some things are better done where there are no people around.”
“I’m not against you finding a guy, but I can’t join your relationship. In whatever form, it’s just not appropriate.”
The corners of Yun Wuxiang’s lips twitched downwards almost imperceptibly. His red eyes swept over the person sitting on the ground as he said, “Shut up, stand up.”
As soon as he said that, he saw the person on the ground stiffen, involuntarily shrinking back a bit, fingers gripping his clothes tightly: “Bro, I think I’ve slept too long. My body isn’t listening to me very well, and everything hurts. Did you not give me massages? Comatose patients need massages, or their bodies will break down.”
As Yun Xinyang kept muttering, his expression suddenly changed. Dawn broke over him mixed with awkwardness, and he looked at Yun Wuxiang sheepishly: “Cough cough, um, just pretend I didn’t say anything just now. The body is fine, I’m the one with the problem.”
“3339 is with you. If there’s anything you don’t understand, ask it.” Seeing his expression of sudden realization, Yun Wuxiang knew the System was filling him in.
“Also, Song Yilou. When you see him in the future, stay far away. He’s always found you to be an eyesore.”
“Huh? Why? Wait, do we know each other? Why does he find me an eyesore?”
Yun Xinyang was thoroughly baffled. After hearing whatever the System said next, he went silent for a moment. He looked at Yun Wuxiang with a bit more pity and sympathy: “Bro, you’ve suffered.”
Yun Wuxiang: “Call me older brother.”
Indeed, memories tend to beautify themselves. Thinking back to the Yun Xinyang that his Inner Demon had fabricatedāgentle, pure, tolerant, considerate, fragile, and sensitive… what a pure and beautiful little white flower. But looking at the authentic version right in front of himāhe was a pure chatterbox.
They weren’t alike at all.
“I’m older than you, so I’m the older brother.” Yun Xinyang’s reasoning was sound, but Yun Wuxiang was not a person who respected reason. He only respected his own thoughts.
Yun Xinyang’s neck turned cold, his pupils shrinking. His eyes drifted toward the blade resting against his neck, and he leaned his neck away from it: “Bro, this sword… looks pretty sharp, haha. Could you move it a bit further away?”
Yun Wuxiang looked at that familiar face and saw apprehension and fear in those pupils.
Two very unfamiliar emotions.
“Apologies. Spending too much time with Song Yilou has given me some habits of solving problems with violence. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m not good at arguing, and communicating like this is… faster.” Yun Wuxiang withdrew his sword. He seemed to have frightened the man.
Yun Xinyang let out two dry laughs: “It is very fast, haha…” With truth at your throat, how could it not be fast?
“Sorry,” Yun Wuxiang apologized once more. “Could you change your face or wear a mask? Looking at your face feels very strange to me.”
Yun Xinyang: ? Huh?
“I’ll slowly modify my own face. Once I’ve adapted to a new face, you can change yours back. How about that?” Yun Wuxiang explained earnestly: “If we keep using the same face, Song Yilou will cause trouble for you.”
The System probably said something to Yun Xinyang again, causing him to declare with a firm expression: “I will definitely wear a mask properly.”
Yun Wuxiang nodded: “You slept through all your time. In terms of living in the world, I’m older than you.”
“Oh.” Yun Xinyang processed this for a moment, then said to the System in his mind: ćIs my younger brother explaining himself to me? But even if I was a vegetative patient for a while, my birth date is still earlier than his. I’m the older brother.ć
3339: ćThat’s not important. The cultivation world bases seniority on strength. Waking up as a Profound Immortal is already a huge bargain for you. Just go be happy about it.ć
ćIf you want to go home smoothly, hug your brother’s thigh tight.ć
That one sentence completely made Yun Xinyang give up fighting for the ‘older brother’ spot. As long as he could go home, what did it matter if he was the younger brother? He’d even be a grandson if it worked.
ćSystem, what’s our mission?ć
ćIt’s a long story, I’ll explain it to you slowly.ć 3339 set aside its shitty mood about suddenly changing hosts just like that. Tapping into its professional ethics as an elite System, it began serving its new host.
Looking at Yun Xinyang’s eyes filled with confused helplessness, 3339 felt a surge of affection. Sigh, this is a genuine, unlucky college student. What a poor kid.
The fatherly heart that had retreated when Yun Wuxiang’s true nature was revealed came back online.
Taking care of completely newbie hosts was what it did best.
Yun Wuxiang abruptly turned his head, his gaze sharpening. Sensing something, he raised his hand to summon chains, completely surrounding Yun Xinyang.
The sound of objects tearing through the air and colliding rapidly echoed out, the chains vibrating and letting out ear-piercing shrieks.
What’s going on? As Yun Xinyang looked at the dense wall of chains before him in fearful confusion, Yun Wuxiang’s voice transmitted into his mind: “Stay inside.”
His longsword severed the incoming thorny brambles. Yun Wuxiang looked outside the cage: “Almost forgot, there’s still you.”
Mu Miao stared back expressionlessly, his green vertical pupils filled with dark gloom, heavy as a swamp piled with fallen leaves, waiting to swallow someone whole.
The branch-like demon horns on his head were more than twice as large as before. The demon markings on his forehead had merged with Mu Mian’s, becoming far more complex. As for his cultivation, it had already surpassed the previous Mu Mian.
Yun Wuxiang assessed his new image. His hand transformed demonic qi into a sword, resting it diagonally by his side: “It seems the legends are true.”
When one twin demon died, the other would become complete, and their cultivation would skyrocket.
What principle was this based on?
The thorny brambles transformed into a long whip in Mu Miao’s hand. Mu Miao looked at Yun Xinyang, who was protected by chains inside the cage: “Two. You also have a twin brother.”
With just a glance, Mu Miao withdrew his gaze, continuing to stare fixedly at Yun Wuxiang. Beneath his calm tone lay endless obsession: “The Demon Venerable’s inheritance should be able to bring Mu Mian back.”
Before he even finished speaking, a sky full of thorny brambles charged toward Yun Wuxiang like a swarm of spiked snakes.
A pitch-black blade beam flashed, severing a patch of brambles. Amidst the continuous, frenzied attacks, Yun Wuxiang moved to the edge of the cage. As his lower leg passed right through the bars, he realized that he was no longer a human with a physical body.
What was he now? A ghost? A demon?
There was no time to ponder deeply in the midst of battle. Realizing he could leave the birdcage, Yun Wuxiang immediately teleported out, simultaneously activating the array: “Turn.”
The birdcage vanished, leaving only a deep crater in its place.
Across the deep crater, Yun Wuxiang met the eyes of the Wood Demon standing amidst the brambles. The emerald vertical pupils looked calm but were already consumed by madness. Deep within the crimson demonic pupils churning with killing intent lay a coldly heartless, absolute rationality.
Every single attack from Mu Miao left no quarter. Every move was a desperate struggle, aiming for Yun Wuxiang’s life with all his might.
Yun Wuxiang wasn’t quite clear on what level his current strength was at. He hadn’t constructed a Shenfu; Song Yilou had stuffed his own Shenfu into his body. A grafted Shenfu, sacrificed cultivation base, and a pieced-together soul body.
Yet, utilizing this forcefully cobbled-together puzzle-like soul and power felt incredibly smooth, even more compatible and natural than when he was using Yun Xinyang’s physical body and soul.
“Your entire body reeks of that Gui Xie. You ate him too.”
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