Chapter 90

Chapter 90: The Path of Yin and Yang - One

The laboratory was silent.

Ming Yue lowered her head in the stillness.

Why didn’t her older brother die?

Because he was never an ordinary living person to begin with.

The cycle of reincarnation, like a blade-cut path, the soul of the King of the Wheel spun for how long, weakened how much, to finally endure until the moment of birth.

The brand-new soul, bringing with it a fresh life, also bestowed upon this ancient ghost, who had lived for tens of millions of years, the most painful fusion of Yin and Yang.

He was the King of Hell.

The King of Hell who ruled over the six realms of reincarnation.

The moment his eyes opened to the world, he was bathed in the purest Yin energy from Hell, and with every breath, he never knew what Yang energy was. In the last ten years before the millennium came, his fate was fulfilled, and he became a new body fused with an old ghost, a new bottle containing old wine.

The corrosion of Yang energy on the King of the Wheel was fatal.

By normal logic...

The exit of reincarnation could only accept the products of Yin-Yang balance, giving birth to the light of life.

A body that could merge with a weak Yin soul would naturally be of weak Yang.

Then, a body that could harmonize with the most Yin soul in the world and form a perfectly balanced body would not only need rare treasures from heaven and earth, but also the hottest blood and the most Yang-attribute flesh/body.

"……"

Ming Yue thought carefully, her face gradually growing pale.

She remembered the reason why her maternal grandfather's family and the Ming family had a feud.

One was the early death of her mother, and the second was the "borrowed without repayment" clause of the hundred-year wish talisman.

And then, there was the record in the notes of Bai Wuchang about the fourteenth of July: "Blood relatives, blood and flesh as the seal."

Ming Yue understood everything now.

Ming Dinghai had used the body of a father and son as cover, luring the politically exiled King of the Wheel into the human world. He had used all his efforts, but still couldn’t save the soul of the helpless child, which was consumed by the ancient ghost that had lived for ten thousand years.Father’s life, Ming Yue’s Yin eye.

Both were lost for the sake of this dual-soul body.

Yet in the end, only one soul was preserved.

The young girl cried softly, her tears falling like autumn rain, subtle and unspoken.

Zhou Jingren was incredibly embarrassed and gave Lu Xingru a sharp nudge, "Apologize!" The second-year graduate student glared.

Lu Xingru: "…"

Lu Xingru couldn’t bring himself to speak. He felt that he had answered according to the direction Ming Yue gave him, and now he wasn’t even allowed to ask a few questions?

He squatted down, pulling a few sheets of paper from the paper roll beside him, and handed them to Ming Yue.

"Alright, stop crying."

"You’re already average-looking. If you cry, it’s even worse." Lu Xingru said coldly, blatantly lying through his teeth, almost making the Spirit Academy’s reputation seem worthless.

Zhou Jingren: "…"

Zhou Jingren slapped his chest, hiccupping in frustration, and sent a WeChat message to Yan Jun.

Ming Yue took the paper, wiped her nose, and let out a "pfft" sound. She softly thanked Lu Xingru.

Lu Xingru grunted, "If you don’t want to talk, then forget it."

"I didn’t have to collect the data directly from the person involved."

"Don’t take it too seriously."

Ming Yue shook her head, "It’s nothing."

"Since you’ve asked, you should’ve already guessed."

"My brother wasn’t an ordinary person to begin with."

Lu Xingru: "The eldest son of the Ming family, a useless person who didn’t inherit a bit of Ming Dinghai and Li Lan’s talents."

"This isn’t a guess, it’s just a paradox.""Although genetics is a mysterious science, it shouldn't be this abnormal."

"There must be something being concealed."

Ming Yue clenched the test result paper in her hand and slowly tore it into pieces.

Lu Xingru: "Your Yin eye is on your brother, and he's alive and well."

"This means he must have a severe imbalance of Yin and Yang, either because the surrounding Yang energy is too strong or his own Yin energy is too weak."

Thinking about her own older brother's body and the soul of the Wheel-Turning King, Ming Yue lowered her head. "I guess it's both."

"I can’t say too much, Senior."

"You know, knowing too much wouldn’t do any good."

"Ultimately, I can only say that my biological brother must have had great talent." If someone could support the King of Hell, how could they be lacking?

Zhou Jingren couldn’t bear it any longer.

Lu Xingru’s incessant questioning was unrelenting.

He glanced at the calendar on the wall and came up with a topic. "Ming Yue, you should be starting the Yin-Yang Path training soon."

"There are still thirteen days until the Zhongyuan Festival, and you’ll need to do your internship."

Ming Yue: "Right."

Zhou Jingren calculated the time in his head and wondered, Why hasn’t Yan Jun come yet? "Where do you plan to intern?"

Ming Yue fell silent for a moment and then said, "Wherever the city of wrongful death is, I’ll go there."

Zhou Jingren gasped in surprise: "What, is there a grievance in your family?"

Ming Yue vaguely replied: "There are old friends to meet."

Zhou Jingren frowned, uneasy: "It's your own business, so I can't say much, but be careful."

"On the night of Zhongyuan Festival, our main task is to help thousands of 'common people' return to their true selves. Only in the last half hour before midnight can we attend to personal matters."

"Remember to bring the relics… don’t be too sad."

Ming Yue rubbed her eyelids. "Thank you, Senior."There was a knock on the door.

At the door, Yan Jun poked his head in.

"Sorry to interrupt."

"Hello, Senior, Teacher Li Xianzhou is looking for Ming Yue."

Ming Yue: "???"

Lu Xingru furrowed his brows, and Zhou Jingren chuckled, "Just in time, we’ve finished talking. Go ahead, Junior."

Leaving the laboratory, Ming Yue asked in confusion: "Class Leader, what does Teacher Li want with me?"

Yan Jun saw the slight redness at the corner of her eyes and sighed inwardly. "Nothing."

"I was called here to save you."

"Senior Zhou Jingren saw you struggling with the questioning and, not wanting to reprimand Lu Xingru for helping, asked me to come to your rescue."

Ming Yue made an "oh" sound and kicked a small stone by the roadside.

Yan Jun: "Not happy?"

"I heard you went to the archive yesterday."

Ming Yue perked up her ears. "Who told you that?"

Yan Jun smiled. He’d lost a lot of weight in the past half month, thanks to the exam hearings and other matters. "Don’t be nervous. The Dean told Teacher Li that you went to the archive. I just happened to be there."

"Don’t worry, I won’t ask what I shouldn’t."

Ming Yue looked up at Yan Jun.

In the evening, the sunlight softened, casting an orange glow on the roof, but the heat remained intense.

The lighting was unflattering for faces, making them appear darker and redder, but the more Ming Yue looked at Yan Jun, the more handsome he seemed.

He stood on her right, shielding her from the sun.

Am I going out to hit my head on something today?Ming Yue cursed herself inwardly.

She had truly been blind before.

The person in front of her, he was trustworthy.

They had shared their lives with each other, in the outskirts of Baoshan, and at the Gates of the Underworld in Fengdu.

He was willing to risk his life to save her, but she, holding feelings of unease, was unwilling to let him fall into the abyss with her.

"You can ask," Ming Yue's heart warmed, and the words slipped out.

Yan Jun: "???"

He raised an eyebrow, pondering the changes in the person before him, and at the same time, not intending to miss the opportunity to learn more about her.

Ming Yue silently bit her tongue, regretful.

Awkward.

What was I just saying?

Ming Yue’s second brother cried out in her heart.

"No… it's just that, after all, we’ve been through life-or-death situations together, right?"

"At the Gates of the Underworld."

"You pulled me up, and even though I dragged you down, you still saved me," Ming Yue reminded, her face slowly turning red.

Yan Jun watched her against the light.

The dimming sunlight hit the girl's face, her soft, downy skin clear under the light. Her face flushed, and it was hard to tell if it was from shyness or the heat.

The atmosphere was strange, filled with a damp, charged tension.

"Alright, I’ll ask, you say," Yan Jun smiled.

Ming Yue: "……"

She nodded like a little chick pecking at rice!"Why did you come to see the senior?"

"To test the manifestation talisman."

"Whose trace of yin energy did you test?"

"Mine, and my older brother's."

Yan Jun recalled the brief encounter in Baoshan. Ming Ye had left a shocking impression on people, and Ming Yue almost unconditionally listened to her older brother. This truly made Yan Jun, the class leader, feel jealous.

"What did the test show?" he asked.

"It showed... it showed that in my brother's scattered yin energy, there exists a portion that is the same source as mine," Ming Yue described the facts objectively.

Yan Jun paused. "What?"

Ming Yue remained silent. "Class leader, I ask you, please don't spread this matter."

Yan Jun’s mind was boiling. He performed excellently, sometimes even surpassing Ming Yue, and the things Ming Yue could figure out, he could also understand quickly. "It's not… you could’ve not told me this."

"This... the implication behind this is just too... I’m really angry right now."

Ming Yue looked at him. "Angry about what?"

Yan Jun raised his voice: "I'm angry for you!"

"If someone else has the same source of yin energy as you, what does that mean? Something must have been taken from you."

"Still not angry?"

Ming Yue's mood suddenly lightened.

Like a calm lake, suddenly sunny after a brief rain.

She grabbed Yan Jun's arm, a bit overstepping, a bit unexpected. Yan Jun paused, listening to her say: "Enough, this is enough."

"Some people, when they hear this news, will stand up for me, simply angry, without probing deeper."

"That's good. I'm satisfied."

Yan Jun took a deep breath, feeling immense heartache.The girl he liked was beautiful, smart, brave, and kind.

She was the best among the countless girls Yan Jun had met from childhood to now.

Why, when facing a severe violation of his rights, was her reaction like this?

Ming Yue didn't give Yan Jun a chance to think further. "Alright."

"The boat has already been set in motion. Giving for family, tying bonds with each other, that is the meaning of family."

"Let's go, tomorrow is the start of the training session, let's go back and study."

Yan Jun didn't say anything, and he couldn't move.

Ming Yue smiled at him, feeling warmth in her heart. "Why are you more angry than me?"

"How about I treat you to a meal?"

Yan Jun: "......"

Yan Jun stared at Ming Yue with frustration. "You always do this."

Ming Yue wouldn't let go: "Wow, it's my first time treating a boy to a meal, class leader."

"Give me some face."

Yan Jun sighed, his heart softening. "Fine."

"What do you want to eat?"

Yin-Yang Way, three zhang three.

Open the underworld, meet the souls.

The opening of the Yin-Yang Way happened on the day of the Zhongyuan Festival, the only passage between the vast number of wandering souls between the underworld and the human world.

It requires the use of vengeful spirit coins to lay the path for the souls to step on;

The prayer flags carried by the night wind bring the moonlight to the souls;

And a "sandwich" of inner yin energy and outer yang energy as a barrier to isolate the corruption from the human world, allowing the souls to safely gaze at their loved ones.At the front, Professor Wang Yangming, the elderly teacher, was slowly demonstrating the opening of the Yin-Yang Way, while the Feng Shui course instructor, Chen Wuqi, was lazily assisting. The students sat in rows, munching on snacks, listening to Teacher Chen mumbling:

"Damn, that dead Li Xianzhou."

"Still not back? Damn it, now I have to work and do the training for you."

Wang Yangming held up a talisman and coughed loudly twice.

Chen Wuqi immediately stopped talking.

The students: "Pfft."

Chen Wuqi glared at them. "What are you laughing at? Pay attention and study!"

Wang Yangming ignored the group of little ones, waving his vermilion brush. He drew a calming spell, and then immediately another blessing incense spell. The two talismans were placed together on the ground, the blessing incense spell beneath, the calming spell above. He scattered some dry acacia flowers, and two faint yellow light screens slowly rose from the petals, gradually expanding until they were more than three feet wide.

The students' eyes lit up. "Wow—" A chorus of exclamations followed by applause.

Wang Yangming coughed again and raised his hand, signaling for everyone to stop.

"The blessing incense spell, the sixth of the Eight God Spells, neither attacks nor defends, it only focuses on blessings."

"According to the curriculum, by now you should be in your second year, and this spell should be the third of the Eight God Spells you learn." The first two are the Cleansing Mouth Spell and the Calming Spirit Spell.

Many students nodded enthusiastically.

Wang Yangming’s eyes casually swept across a few of them, and then he continued.

"But I also know, every batch of students always has a few who are ahead of the curve and like to learn ahead of schedule."

"I have just one thing to say—when you're in my class, practice honestly."

"Don’t show off."

"If I catch you, be careful of getting peeled."

As soon as he finished speaking, the students quickly turned around, and the few who were attending the practical exams became the center of attention.

The surrounding air fell silent. Without the usual coughing sound from Teacher Wang, Ming Yue raised her head, concentrating on her hands: "..."

"What are you looking at me for?"