Chapter 110: Kisaragi Awakens

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I was completely unaware of the uproar in the capital over this matter, as I was deeply immersed in the profound mysteries of the sixth-level realm. Beyond the sixth level of the Yin-Yang Masters lies the senior Yin-Yang Master rank. At this stage, the dantian energy is as vast as an ocean and can even condense into a manifested form. What fascinated me even more was the application of spiritual power. I recall the first time my spiritual power took effect in battle—it was at the Mountain Demon Hall when I faced Qu Yuanshan; my spiritual power caused his thrust to veer off course.

Now, after days of research, I discovered that spiritual power can not only move objects but can also transform at will: condensed into needles to harm the soul, or into ropes to bind. Gradually, I explored an even more thrilling function—that spiritual power could form talismans. Although I have yet to succeed, this is due to insufficient control. The simplest talisman I attempted was two-thirds complete; the last third collapsed due to poor control.

The human body can forge magic weapons and talismans, but spiritual power is different. All Yin-Yang Masters’ spiritual power is essentially bare energy, varying only in strength. Imagine if one’s spiritual power could suddenly wear clothes and wield weapons—the opponent would be left only wailing. It’s like having a strong body with no defenses facing a kitchen knife—would you be afraid? If not the knife, what about a gun?

“One bite won’t make a fat man; better to take it slow for now,” I thought. The direction is right, so success is just a matter of time.

After freshening up, I stepped outside.

“Qin Feng!” I heard Huo Sirui call out as soon as I emerged.

“Darling, missing me that much? You haven’t been waiting at the door for days, have you?” I said with a chuckle, wrapping my arm around her waist.

Huo Sirui’s cheeks flushed. “I just happened to come by to check on you.”

“Well then, let’s get a little closer,” I grinned and scooped her up in my arms.

She gasped, clutching my neck, blushing and hurriedly saying, “It’s something Director Zhou asked me to tell you before he left.”

“What if you’d told me an hour later?” I asked.

“Ah? That wouldn’t have mattered, I suppose,” she hesitated.

“Then that’s settled.” I carried her inside and slammed the door shut with a bang.

What followed was a fierce storm accompanied by gusts of wind and sudden rain.

Two hours later, Huo Sirui lay on top of me, glistening with fragrant sweat, her gaze dreamy.

“Didn’t you say one hour?” she murmured, biting me lightly.

“I did say one hour, but the second hour was all you…” I chuckled softly.

Before I could finish, she covered my mouth with her hand.

She got up, lit a cigarette for me, then curled up in my arms like a cat.

“What did Old Fox Zhou say?” I asked.

“He said the Underworld is currently stable. It will take some time to gather the army there. He wants you to return to the capital after you come out of seclusion; there’s a new mission waiting for you,” Huo Sirui replied.

“Just that?” I exhaled a plume of smoke, my eyes flickering. What new mission would require me to return to the capital?

“Yes,” she nodded, though her expression was somewhat desolate.

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The capital was once her home, but now, where did she have a home?

“How about coming back with me? I’ll help you get even,” I offered.

“No, I’m no longer connected to the Huo family. I actually like it here,” she said softly.

“Alright then. In any case, you belong to me now, Qin Feng. If anyone dares to bully you, just tell me. I’ll make sure they experience ecstasy and agony—no, worse than death,” I patted her back.

Huo Sirui said nothing, only holding me tighter. After the Huo family tried to sacrifice her, only from me could she still feel some warmth.

…

I was about to leave in my dune buggy when suddenly a terrifying pillar of light shot into the sky from the ground. As it reached midair, it transformed into a Yin-Yang Taiji diagram, the eternal cycle of yin and yang swirling, mysterious and boundless.

In an instant, the Taiji diagram contracted, revealing a figure in midair.

Nangong Haoran, his magical energy rippling like the wind, hovered for a moment, then laughed heartily as he descended.

“Seventh-level Yin-Yang Master realm, forming a manifested form and even briefly floating in midair,” I thought. In just a few days, Nangong Haoran had broken through his limits and stepped into the senior Yin-Yang Master rank.

The senior Yin-Yang Master rank is a true dividing line—many spend their entire lives stuck at the sixth level with no progress.

The dantian energy shifts from the energy river to the energy sea, a leap incomparable to the shift from energy stream to energy river.

Nangong Haoran landed before me. I jumped out of the buggy and laughed, “Congratulations, brother! Senior Yin-Yang Masters really are impressive. I envy you!”

“Kid, you envy me? I’m jealous of you! You freak, how long has it been since you stepped into the fourth level? And you’ve already broken through two levels? Qu Yuanshan isn’t even your match. If I don’t break through soon, I fear I won’t even hold my own against you,” Nangong Haoran laughed.

“Ha! Mutual flattery is meaningless. You enjoy yourself; I’m heading to the capital,” I said.

“Go ahead. When you return, I’ll treat you to drinks, and then we’ll head deep into the Underworld again,” Nangong Haoran said.

I waved goodbye and drove out of the base.

Midway, I received a call from A Youduo of the Hundred Cave Miao Village—Zhang Yu is showing signs of awakening.

Hearing this, I abandoned my plans to rush to the capital and turned toward the Hundred Cave Miao Village.

When I reached the cliff cave, I saw A Youduo dressed in traditional Miao shaman attire.

“Master,” A Youduo bowed.

I waved her off and entered the cliff cave directly.

But as soon as I stepped inside, a powerful miasma forced me back out.

My expression shifted slightly—not because the miasma was terrifying, but because it carried the scent of the Underworld.

The sun set and the moon rose, silver light stretching for miles.

Suddenly, the moonlight seemed drawn to the cave, all shooting like arrows toward it.

The moonlight cascaded like spilled mercury, while the rest of the surroundings plunged into darkness.

Inside the cave, the miasma churned, and low growls echoed.

Suddenly, all the miasma condensed instantaneously into a single point.

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From within the moonlight pillar, Zhang Ruyue appeared at the cave entrance.

Her hair had turned silver, her body armored by the miasma, her pale skin nearly translucent, and her eyes like azure jewels.

My heart skipped a beat. This Zhang Ruyue was both familiar and alien, evoking a sense of danger.

Could it be… she was no longer Zhang Ruyue?

Zhang Ruyue fixed me with her gaze and suddenly said, “I hate you. You let your blood flow inside me.”

I narrowed my eyes. I had fed her with my blood; she must be referring to that.

“You’re not Zhang Ruyue?” I asked coldly.

“Of course I am. You don’t need to doubt it. I know our connection, but if you think this small bond will make me submit to you, you’re dreaming,” Zhang Ruyue said calmly.

“You’re not Zhang Ruyue,” I said firmly.

“Whether I am or not isn’t that important. What matters is that I exist in this world, and this world will remember me as Zhang Ruyue,” she said with a coquettish laugh.

At that moment, her tone was much like the Zhang Ruyue I once knew—so why was this happening?

Zhang Ruyue darted to leave. I stepped in her way.

“Qin Feng, move aside,” she commanded.

“No,” I frowned.

She raised her hand, and I was instantly suspended midair. Though her hand didn’t touch me, I felt an invisible grip tightening around my neck.

Her mouth opened, revealing two gleaming vampire fangs.

At that moment, A Youduo shouted, and countless poisonous insects swarmed from all directions.

Yet, before they reached Zhang Ruyue, they fell dead to the ground.

Zhang Ruyue approached me, her fangs barely touching my neck before pulling back.

“Qin Feng, how about I drain you dry and turn you into a zombie?” she said, her eyes eerie and strange.

“That wouldn’t be too good—you know zombies can’t exactly be romantic,” I replied.

“That’s true,” Zhang Ruyue said, lowering her hand, and I dropped to the ground.

“Ruyue, how about coming back to the Ninth Bureau with me?” I asked.

“Don’t even think about it. I used to fear the Ninth Bureau; now, they should fear me,” she said with a mischievous laugh.

Suddenly, she embraced me, her cold lips lightly pressing against mine.

“I really am Zhang Ruyue, whether you believe it or not. Don’t try to stop me—you can’t. And don’t worry, I’m not interested in your filthy blood,” she said before vanishing like a flash into the moonlight.