Teng Yu’yi thought for a moment, then wrote on the tray: “Has your Senior Brother been handling any medicinal powders at the temple recently?”
“Well—no,” Qi Zhi pondered carefully. “Since Senior Brother went to the Court of Justice last year, he’s been much busier than before. The only time he stayed longer at the temple was when he performed the soul-summoning ritual for the Anguo Duke’s wife. Besides that, he hasn’t tended to those medicinal herbs for quite some time.”
Jue Sheng said, “Miss Teng, are you trying to find an antidote? Senior Brother deeply respects Master, so even if he were to make a voice-stealing drug, he wouldn’t use the temple’s herbs. I suspect he obtained it elsewhere. Senior Brother has many wealthy young followers, and he knows many extraordinary people in the city’s districts and alleys. Getting some novel items to play with would be easy for him.”
A glimmer of hope ignited in Teng Yu’yi’s heart. If it wasn’t from the Daoist temple, that would make things easier. Master Cheng knew quite a few people too—should she ask him to find someone to help? She didn’t care which school or faction they belonged to, as long as they could help cure her poison.
She wrote again: Speaking of extraordinary people, you must have met many remarkable individuals during your training trips with Master and Senior Brother.
Jue Sheng perked up, holding up three chubby fingers: “Not to boast, but I’ve been wandering around Chang’an since I was six and a half, almost three years now.”
Teng Yu’yi feigned amazement: No wonder you’re so knowledgeable at such a young age.
Qi Zhi added shyly, “Qingyun Temple is famous throughout the world. Besides Chang’an, many people from other places visit our temple. We’ve been by Master’s side since we were little, so we’ve indeed met many capable and extraordinary people. What would Miss Teng like to know?”
Teng Yu’yi: Good, then please help me examine this hidden weapon.
She slowly unrolled a scroll from the tray. In the lamplight, a strange object as thin as a rain thread became visible.
Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi were stunned: “Oh? What is this?”
Teng Yu’yi: Have you seen any extraordinary person use this kind of hidden weapon?
The two searched their memories: “Never. Chang’an has many different kinds of people, but we’ve never seen anyone use such a thin hidden weapon. Can this even hurt people?”
Teng Yu’yi pointed at the drawing: Though it looks thin, it can slice skin and break bones.
Jue Sheng exclaimed in surprise: “What could this be made of?”
Qi Zhi thought very seriously for a long while: “The thinnest hidden weapon we’ve seen is Senior Brother’s Soul-Locking Zhi, but that thing was transformed from a worm. Senior Brother can make it thick or thin at will, but since it’s been fond of eating cane syrup for years, and after coming to our temple, it’s been eating and sleeping well, it’s grown much bigger than it was a hundred years ago. Even at its thinnest now, it’s still as thick as a little finger.”
Teng Yu’yi felt somewhat disappointed. Master Cheng hadn’t seen such a person, and neither Jue Sheng nor Qi Zhi had heard of this strange art. Either this person rarely used this skill, or they weren’t from Chang’an. Otherwise, with Master Cheng’s abilities, he would have found some clues by now.
Just writing these few sentences in the tray had taken considerable effort from Teng Yu’yi. To inquire further would likely take until dawn. She hesitated, then rolled up the scroll with an apologetic expression: I’ve bothered you for so long, you two Daoists must be tired? I won’t keep you from your rest, I should take my leave.
Qi Zhi and Jue Sheng hurriedly said, “Tonight we need to guard against the corpse demon, so we shouldn’t just think about sleeping. We’re delighted that Miss Teng came to visit us.”
The two chattered as they escorted her to the corridor. A maid with a lantern came to meet her at the steps. Teng Yu’yi descended the stairs on her own, repeatedly urging the two to return to their room.
After they went back, she walked while thinking that although Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi were young, their behavior was extremely proper, surely due to Qing Xu Zi’s teaching. She wondered if they had parents—they always talked about their Master and Senior Brother but never mentioned family. With such warm and honest personalities, this seemed unusual. Could they be orphans?
Feeling sympathetic, she encountered Master Cheng bringing servants with midnight snacks. Looking inside the opened box, there were two plates of jade-white dew cakes and a large bowl of steaming fragrant apricot milk porridge.
Master Cheng said, “Following Miss’s instructions, the pastries are the dew cakes the Daoists like, and the porridge was made in a separate vegetarian kitchen without a trace of meat.”
Teng Yu’yi: Daoist Qi Zhi has broken bones and shouldn’t eat dispersing foods. Remove the apricot milk porridge and replace it with two bowls of pickled chrysanthemum green soup. The two Daoists can’t sleep tonight and might rise late tomorrow. Be careful when attending to them in the morning, and don’t disturb their rest.
The servants tensed up—they knew these were important guests but hadn’t realized how much the young miss valued them. They hurriedly gathered their spirits and went to prepare.
Master Cheng added, “Miss, His Majesty is hosting a banquet with wine and delicacies for the Master and several important ministers. I heard the festivities are quite lively and haven’t ended yet. The Master sent word that he might not know when he’ll leave the palace, and asked Miss to retire early.”
Teng Yu’yi nodded. Master Cheng looked at her worriedly: “I’ve been wanting to ask Miss, you were fine when you went out in the afternoon, how did you lose your voice after returning?”
Teng Yu’yi wrote: I was just about to ask Master Cheng to help me think of a solution.
***
Teng Yu’yi didn’t sleep well that night. When she woke up, it was already past the Chen hour (7-9 AM). Pulling aside the curtains drowsily, she saw Du Tinglan sitting on a low couch by the window, reading.
Teng Yu’yi struggled to sit up and then collapsed back down.
Hearing the movement, Du Tinglan walked over with a smile: “Awake now? Uncle has come to check on you several times. Hearing you weren’t awake, he told us not to disturb you. Want to sleep more? It’ll be noon if you sleep any longer.”
Teng Yu’yi rubbed her eyes, tucked the cloth doll back beside her pillow, lifted the curtain, and slowly put on her shoes.
Du Tinglan ordered Chun Rong and others to come in and attend to her, speaking softly to Teng Yu’yi: “Don’t be upset. Things will be easier once Uncle returns. We’ll tell Uncle about yesterday’s events, and let him deal with Lin Chengyou. No matter how arrogant Lin Chengyou is, he surely won’t disregard a court official’s face.”
It’s useless. Teng Yu’yi washed up, then turned to write in Du Tinglan’s palm: Sister, when Lin Chengyou was fourteen, he dared to pull Minister Wu’s beard. If he’s determined to make things difficult for me, he might not even care about Father’s position.
Du Tinglan was stunned. Minister Wu was no ordinary person—a senior official who had served three emperors, with numerous disciples. When Father took the imperial examination that year, Minister Wu was the chief examiner, so Father could be considered Minister Wu’s disciple. No wonder he would become so angry at the mention of Lin Chengyou.
“Still, we should let Uncle know that Lin Chengyou poisoned you. We can’t let him bully you without consequences.”
Teng Yu’yi: This happened because I tricked Qingyun Temple’s itching bug. If Father learns that Lin Chengyou poisoned me silently for no reason, he’ll surely confront Lin Chengyou. If this reaches the Emperor, what if Lin Chengyou reveals how I schemed against Duan Ninyuan?
Du Tinglan hesitated: “He promised to keep quiet yesterday, surely he won’t go back on his word?”
Teng Yu’yi didn’t answer.
Du Tinglan’s expression changed slightly, nodding: “I understand what you’re worried about now. Even if Lin Chengyou keeps his promise, the Emperor is still his uncle. If he learns his nephew bullied a court official’s daughter, he would surely punish Lin Chengyou severely to uphold justice. You’re afraid that Lin Chengyou might appear to submit on the surface but harbor resentment, and in the end, your loss would be minor, but Uncle making an enemy of Lin Chengyou would be major?”
Teng Yu’yi nodded: Exactly.
Du Tinglan was speechless. The Emperor and Empress had always doted on Lin Chengyou, and he frequently moved about the palace. If he intended to create trouble for Uncle, it would give Uncle quite a headache.
“Last night you only said your throat was hoarse but wouldn’t tell Master Cheng the truth about being poisoned—was it because you were afraid Uncle would confront Lin Chengyou if he knew?”
Teng Yu’yi nodded: If he was willing to give the antidote, he would have done so last night. At this point, I can only find the antidote myself. When we see Father later, Sister, please help me explain everything to him, but keep the poisoning secret. Don’t let Father become suspicious.
Du Tinglan stroked Teng Yu’yi’s head, her gaze softer than the spring day outside: “Don’t worry, Sister knows what to say. We sisters haven’t talked this much in a long time. Today my heart feels very happy. If we can successfully eliminate the corpse demon, shall we go for a spring outing at Yuzhen Nunnery another day?”
Teng Yu’yi was startled, realizing that in her previous life, Sister had died tragically before seeing next year’s spring scenery. Hearing these words from Sister’s mouth brought an inexplicable sadness. Just as she was about to reply, Bi Luo lifted the curtain and entered: “Miss, the Master sent someone to ask if you’re up.”
“Where is Uncle?”
“In the main hall, entertaining the young Daoists.”
The two went to the main hall and entered to see Teng Shao sitting in the main seat. He had removed his military uniform and whip, wearing only a dark reddish-brown round-collared robe. His usual dignified appearance remained, but he had aged considerably. Though not yet forty, his temples had many white hairs, and due to frequent frowning, deep wrinkles had formed between his brows.
As Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi spoke about the corpse demon, Teng Shao still seemed somewhat skeptical: “The two Daoists say this corpse demon is from someone who died a hundred years ago?”
Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi had probably stayed up all night, appearing somewhat weary, struggling not to yawn: “For now we’ve only roughly guessed its origins. As for its exact details, Senior Brother is still investigating.”
Before they finished speaking, they noticed Teng Yu’yi and Du Tinglan entering. Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi secretly compared them in their hearts—truly worthy of being father and daughter. Miss Teng and General Teng not only looked similar, but their quiet and composed manner when looking at people was almost identical.
However, Miss Teng was more clever and lively, while General Teng was as steady as a mountain.
Du Tinglan pulled Teng Yu’yi forward to pay their respects but suddenly felt she couldn’t move her. Turning back in surprise, she found Teng Yu’yi’s face had turned pale.
“A’yu?”
Teng Yu’yi’s palms were sweating. In her previous life, she hadn’t been able to see Father one last time. When she rushed there, Father had already breathed his last. Due to excessive blood loss, Father’s sapphire blue robe had been dyed dark reddish-brown. Just now, when she caught sight of it unexpectedly, she had mistaken Father’s current robe for that blood-stained one.
Teng Shao quietly observed Teng Yu’yi, saying in a deep voice: “Yu’er.”
Teng Yu’yi steadied herself and calmly stepped forward to pay her respects.
Du Tinglan smiled: “Uncle, ten thousand blessings.”
Teng Shao said gently: “This morning I went to the Du residence to pay my respects. Your grandparents said your sisters returned to the Teng residence together last night. The sisters haven’t seen each other for a long time. Since you’re here, you might as well stay for a few more days. A’yu is proud and willful; it would be good for her to learn some propriety from you as her elder sister.”
Du Tinglan made a few modest remarks, while Teng Yu’yi calmly pulled Du Tinglan to sit on the other side.
Teng Shao looked at Teng Yu’yi: “Cheng An said you went to a poetry gathering yesterday and lost your voice after returning?”
Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi were anxious—Miss Teng deeply resented Senior Brother and would surely tell General Teng about how Senior Brother had tricked her. Unexpectedly, Du Tinglan said: “Sister said she drank several bowls of cane syrup yesterday, indulging in the cool drink, then caught a cold wind in the waterside pavilion during the poetry gathering. Add to that the shock she received later, and she suddenly became like this. I thought that since my sister had recently been exhausted from traveling, she might have caught a wind evil. Fortunately, there are no symptoms of fever or loss of appetite. Taking some dispersing medicine should help.”
Teng Shao’s emotions didn’t show on his face; he only silently observed his daughter. Du Tinglan wasn’t used to lying and couldn’t help feeling uneasy.
Teng Yu’yi had already made up her mind. Father would certainly investigate thoroughly, but even if he discovered something since Lin Chengyou had schemed against her when they were alone, she would simply deny everything.
After a long while, Teng Shao finally spoke: “Father remembers when you were little, whenever you caught a cold, your throat would always swell and hurt, and you couldn’t speak for several days—it was quite common. This time, you accidentally fell into the water on your way to Chang’an. Although you seemed fine, you might have developed some condition from it. When you were shocked last night, it might have triggered everything at once. Father has invited Palace Physician Yu to come examine your pulse. He is extremely skilled in medicine. Take this opportunity to properly recuperate and get rid of the root cause of the illness.”
Teng Yu’yi bowed slightly to indicate she understood.
Teng Shao observed Teng Yu’yi without showing any emotion. Perhaps it was his imagination, but although his daughter hadn’t said a word since entering, her gaze didn’t seem as cold as before.
Earlier, when he learned Yu’er had fallen into the water, he had been extremely worried. He immediately put everything aside and rushed to Chang’an, traveling day and night, taking only ten days to return to Chang’an. Unexpectedly, Yu’er was physically fine, but that youngster Duan Ninyuan had developed ulterior motives.
After returning to the residence yesterday, Cheng An had told him everything his daughter had done. When it came to using Qingyun Temple’s poisonous bug to secretly attack Duan Ninyuan, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
This child was full of schemes and would surely repay any grievance twice over. Though her position wasn’t wrong, her methods were somewhat crooked. Reasonably, such matters should have been handled by him as her father, but Yu’er chose to take action herself. He felt guilty and heartbroken, wanting to admonish her but finding himself unable to bring himself to do so.
He blamed himself for being too busy with military affairs these years, unable to stay at the residence daily to personally look after her. That’s why even when A’yu encountered such major matters, she didn’t naturally seek help from her parents like other children would.
Unable to hide the guilt in his expression, he clasped his hands and said to Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi: “May I ask the Daoists, after learning about the evil spirit’s disturbance last night, I temporarily deployed over a hundred personal guards who are now stationed outside the residence. Would they be able to keep the corpse demon at bay?”
Qi Zhi said seriously: “This thing is different from ordinary evil spirits. Bewitching over a hundred people’s minds would be nothing to it. If it wants to come, no amount of guards could stop it. Last night, Senior Brother set up a grand formation inside and outside the residence, and that only suppressed its malevolent force. When the time comes, these guards of your residence won’t just fail to defend—they might even turn on each other.”
Jue Sheng said: “General Teng, Senior Brother said rather than making futile efforts, it’s better to wait calmly for it to be caught. Back then, the blind Ancestral Master of Dongming Temple only took two disciples to subdue the second demon. Although the old master lost his life because of it, it shows that dealing with corpse demons isn’t about numbers.”
Teng Shao’s eye twitched slightly. He had been skeptical before, but news of the evil spirit’s attack on Prince Cheng’s residence last night had spread like wildfire. Yu’er was very strong-minded—she wouldn’t have invited Qingyun Temple’s Daoists without good reason. Though he wasn’t in Chang’an, he knew everything happening in the capital. He only knew that Daoist Qing Xu hadn’t been in Chang’an recently; he hadn’t expected this matter would involve Lin Chengyou.
His heart was in turmoil, but his face remained calm as still water: “Last night, thanks to the Young Master and the Daoists’ protection, Yu’er was fortunately safe all night. I am deeply grateful. If that corpse demon is truly targeting Yu’er, will it come to cause trouble again tonight?”
Teng Yu’yi looked outside. Spring was in full bloom by the window, and it was already near noon. That fellow Lin Chengyou had boasted about keeping her safe, but there was still no movement from him. If there was still no solution, tonight would likely bring another frightening encounter.
Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi shifted uncomfortably: “The corpse demon usually comes out to cause havoc at night. Senior Brother returned to his residence this morning and is probably discussing solutions with the five Daoists from Dongming Temple now. If only we could find traces of the formation East Yang Zi set up back then—with an existing formation as a reference, Senior Brother wouldn’t need to make too many modifications. We just fear we won’t find it, then we’ll have to think of another way.”
Teng Shao probably knew about Lin Chengyou’s wayward nature and didn’t even raise an eyebrow: “The Young Master has studied under Daoist Qing Xu for many years and has his methods. Since he asks us to wait calmly for news, we’ll do as he says.”
Seeing it was getting late, Teng Shao instructed Master Cheng to arrange lunch. The kitchen knew the two young Daoists were important guests of the young miss and took great care in preparation. When the food was served, the table was full of delicate dishes. Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi were invited to the seats of honor with red faces, and Teng Shao personally accompanied them.
After the meal, when Teng Yu’yi was going with her cousin to talk in the small courtyard where Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi stayed, Master Cheng came to find her: “Miss, the Master requests your presence in the study.”
Teng Yu’yi knew Father must have many questions to ask her. After carefully considering how to respond, she went back to her room to get the scroll of drawings and followed Master Cheng to the study.
Upon entering, she saw Teng Shao standing before the camphor wood curio cabinet, his back motionless, seemingly lost in thought.
Teng Yu’yi’s heart pounded violently. Last time, when she recalled many details of her previous life because of a grand dream, the first thing she did upon waking was return to her father’s study to search for those letters from Nanzhao.
As soon as Father returned to the residence, he examined the landscape screen on top of the curio cabinet—could he have noticed traces of it being tampered with?
Fortunately, Teng Shao’s gaze didn’t linger long on that landscape screen, and he soon turned around: “Sit down, Father has something to ask you.”
Teng Yu’yi sighed in relief and obediently knelt on the low couch.
Teng Shao lifted his robe and sat down at the opposite table: “There’s no need to worry about the Duan family matter anymore. Father has returned to Chang’an and will handle everything else.”
Teng Yu’yi nodded. Having successfully broken off the engagement and gotten her revenge, she was very satisfied now and had lost all interest in the Duan family.
Teng Shao hesitated, then said: “Child, in the future, whenever you encounter something troubling, just tell Father, and Father will help you decide what to do.”
Teng Yu’yi remained silent, her black eyes as still as a deep pool.
Looking at these eyes so similar to his late wife’s, Teng Shao felt a twinge in his heart. He calmly took a sip of tea and said as if making casual conversation: “Recently, officials from other regions are coming to the capital to report on their duties. One of Father’s old subordinates named Li Changmao will also be transferred back to the capital. His daughter is called Li Huaigu—you used to play together when you were little. Do you remember her?”
Teng Yu’yi’s eyelid twitched. She originally had little impression of this person, but that recent grand dream had helped her recall many things. She remembered that in her previous life at Dayin Temple, Li Huaigu and her servant had schemed to make Lin Chengyou mistakenly believe she was his lifesaver. After being exposed, Lin Chengyou made her change her name to Li Huaisan.
Teng Shao assumed his daughter had forgotten her childhood playmate and continued: “Now that the Li family is coming to Chang’an, when you’re free, you can often invite her to the residence to play. Father heard you attended a poetry gathering yesterday and was very happy. You’ve just arrived in Chang’an—you should socialize more with young ladies from good families. Your mother, when she was about your age, also loved composing and exchanging poetry.”
Teng Yu’yi’s expression had been calm, but hearing these words finally stirred ripples in her eyes. She turned her face aside, her gaze stubborn and cold.
Looking at his daughter’s profile that still retained traces of childishness, Teng Shao felt a bitterness at the root of his tongue: “Father knows that over these years, Father has failed in many responsibilities. Leaving the most capable Cheng An and Duan Fu by your side was only because Father feared you would suffer grievances. You didn’t do wrong in breaking off the engagement, but you’re still a child after all. If unsavory methods must be used, Father should have been the one to plan them. Your mother loved you like a treasure and personally taught you your early lessons, hoping you would grow up to be virtuous and capable, not to use your intelligence for—”
Teng Yu’yi’s eyes blazed with two small flames as she quickly wrote on the tray: Daughter is unwell. May I ask if Father has finished lecturing? If the lecture is over, daughter wishes to return to her courtyard to rest.
Teng Shao’s gaze was complex. It was always like this—whenever his late wife was mentioned, his daughter would inevitably bristle like a hedgehog, raising sharp spines all over.
He said with a stern face: “Father isn’t scolding you. If it were Father in this situation, Father absolutely wouldn’t let Duan Ninyuan off easily. Father is worried you’ll go astray and develop a twisted nature.”
Teng Yu’yi snorted: My nature is perfectly upright. I don’t harm those who don’t harm me. Duan Ninyuan brought humiliation to my doorstep—did you expect me to swallow this bitter pill in silence?
Teng Shao narrowed his eyes. He didn’t know when it had started, but father and daughter could never sit together and have a proper conversation. Even when he wanted to ease the coldness between them and say a few intimate words, it would always end in discord due to Yu’er’s resistance. He knew that ice three feet thick doesn’t form in a day, and said with bitter resignation: “Yes, none of this is your fault. It’s all Father’s fault. You’ve just come of age—your mind should be more at ease. But somehow, you started making all decisions by yourself. If Father had taken better care of you, how could you have become like this? These frost and snow, these sword edges of the outside world—Father should have been the one shielding you from them.”
Teng Yu’yi was stunned. Remembering her father’s eyes in her previous life, unwilling to close even in death, she felt an inexplicable tightness in her nose, and the sharp scales she had unconsciously raised slowly softened.
Teng Shao seemed to sense something and changed the subject: “Cheng An said you stayed all night at that brothel called Caifeng House. What was that about?”
Teng Yu’yi placed the Little Cliff Sword on the table: For this.
She then spent most of an hour writing the whole story for her father to read.
Teng Shao had led troops for many years and seen countless strange things, but hearing about his daughter’s experience still left him shocked. He picked up the Little Cliff Sword and gently ran his fingertip along the blade. The jade-green body was completely crystalline—when held up to the light, not even thread-like patterns could be seen.
“It’s a good sword, but its origins are unknown.”
Teng Yu’yi: The Daoist from Dongming Temple said about this sword’s history that back then, the Blue Lotus Venerable One couldn’t find a suitable magical tool, so he temporarily made one from the jade tablet in his hand. Last time in the bamboo forest when we encountered the evil spirit, it was thanks to this sword that I could save Cousin. Last night at Prince Cheng’s residence, the corpse demon seemed quite wary of this magical tool, and it recognizes its master—when others try to use it, it has no spiritual power.
Teng Shao pondered in silence. He had seen such ancient divine artifacts that recognized their masters before—Prince Cheng Lin Xiao’s Chixiao Sword was one such example.
It was said that among all his grandsons, the founding emperor had favored Lin Xiao the most, and specifically bestowed this sword to his grandson on his deathbed. Since obtaining Chixiao, Prince Cheng carried it daily, and others simply couldn’t unsheathe it.
Teng Shao tried to pull out his daughter’s small sword. The sword did come out, but perhaps it was his imagination—the warm glow that had surrounded the blade moments ago instantly dimmed somewhat. He returned it to his daughter, and with her touch, the small sword regained its light. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, even if someone had told him about this, he would have dismissed it as an idle tale. Why had it chosen his daughter? An ancient divine artifact that came uninvited—he didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse.
“So that’s when you encountered the corpse demon at Caifeng House? And because of that became acquainted with the Qingyun Temple Daoists?”
Teng Yu’yi nodded.
“Including Lin Chengyou?”
Teng Yu’yi: Naturally, he took the lead in dealing with the corpse demon.
Teng Shao observed Teng Yu’yi for a moment, then paced back and forth before his desk: “You probably only know that Lin Chengyou is His Majesty’s nephew, but don’t know that his mother, Princess Cheng, is His Majesty’s junior martial sister. Back when His Majesty hadn’t been recognized by his ancestral family, he was raised at Qingyun Temple. Daoist Qing Xu went through countless hardships to raise him. Princess Cheng was intelligent and kind-hearted, never looking down on her senior martial brother for his simplicity. During those years when His Majesty was away, Princess Cheng protected her senior martial brother in countless ways. When His Majesty faced several dangerous situations, it was Princess Cheng and the then Crown Prince of Lan who risked their lives to protect him. So you should understand now—His Majesty, Qing Xu and the Prince and Princess Cheng are his closest family.
“Later when His Majesty ascended the throne, being naturally kind-hearted, he not only showed filial respect to Daoist Qing Xu but also regarded Prince and Princess Cheng as his flesh and blood. In recent years, as Prince and Princess Cheng travel the world, His Majesty personally teaches Lin Chengyou and the Crown Prince. The children of both families address each other as brothers and sisters.
Teng Yu’yi rested her chin on her hand silently. Father was usually a man of few words—why was he suddenly telling her all this?
Teng Shao continued: “Lin Chengyou is a member of the royal family, naturally precious as gold and jade. Add to that this relationship, and it’s not surprising if his temperament is somewhat more arrogant. Perhaps because things were too smooth, even heaven grew jealous—when this child was eight years old, he was unfortunately poisoned by gu.”
Gu? Teng Yu’yi suddenly remembered that time outside Caifeng House when Lin Chengyou disguised himself as an old wandering Daoist with a white beard. She had inadvertently noticed a light golden mark on the back of his neck and wondered what it was at the time—could it have been the mark of gu poisoning?
She wrote curiously: What kind of guy was he poisoned with?
Teng Shao’s long eyebrows furrowed deeply: “Regarding this matter, none of the officials know. If it weren’t for Lin Chengyou’s annual attacks gradually leaking the news, it would still be tightly concealed today. It’s said that when Lin Chengyou’s gu poison flares up, his head pain is unbearable, and he can’t be without the pills that suppress the gu poison. Moreover, his temperament has been affected by the gu worm, making it very difficult for him to develop romantic feelings for young ladies. Probably because of this, over the years countless noble families and important ministers have wanted to form marriage alliances with Prince Cheng’s family, but Lin Chengyou has remained unmarried. Daoist Qing Xu has tried countless methods for this. This time when he went traveling, it’s said he went to seek a cure for the gu poison.”
Teng Yu’yi nodded at first but then felt something was wrong. If this Gu poison was so formidable, why had Princess Cheng shown her son her portrait in the previous life? She had heard that this couple was upright and kind—they wouldn’t actively seek marriage arrangements for their son while his illness wasn’t cured.
The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. Perhaps because of her borrowed life, why were so many things different from her memories of the previous life?
After finishing this speech, Teng Shao turned to see his daughter looking at him inquiringly. He stopped pacing with his hands behind his back and said: “The reason Father is telling you this is because—”
He fell silent, unexpectedly not knowing where to begin. These words should have been taught by her mother, but alas, Hui Niang died early, and he had spent years in military service. Trying to act as a mother now was beyond his ability.
Last night when he went to the palace banquet, a minister from the Censorate named Su Xingwang, being extremely drunk, accidentally let slip some drunken words before the emperor. He said that ever since his daughter had seen Lin Chengyou once in the Imperial Garden, she had fallen lovesick. No matter how her parents scolded her, their daughter would marry none but Lin Chengyou. The couple had tried many methods, but their daughter remained obsessed, and now she was lying on her deathbed, only begging His Majesty to help tie the red thread of fate.
His Majesty gently comforted Su Xingwang for a long while and even assigned his physician to treat that young lady, but regarding the marriage proposal, he politely declined.
Teng Shao, who had been observing at the time, recalled that he had seen Lin Chengyou several times. This young gentleman had been handsome and fond of smiling since childhood, and as he grew up, he became even more graceful and beautiful, causing the young ladies of Chang’an to develop admiration for him—nothing could be more natural.
Today, hearing about his daughter’s interactions with Lin Chengyou, his heart also jumped. He wasn’t worried about other things, just afraid that his daughter might also be like that official’s daughter…
He carefully said: “You’ve just arrived in Chang’an, and making some new friends isn’t a bad thing. The two young Daoists are innocent and honest—you can continue associating with them. However, Father has something to remind you about: once the corpse demon is eliminated, don’t have any more entanglements with Lin Chengyou.”
Teng Yu’yi was stunned. Father had taken such a roundabout way just to worry about this? Let alone having further entanglements with Lin Chengyou—just hearing this person’s name made her blood boil.
She snorted coldly and wrote with her chopsticks: Father worries too much. I avoid Lin Chengyou at all costs, and Lin Chengyou thoroughly looks down on me. After this matter is over, we two will never cross paths again.
Seeing his daughter not only unwilling to mention Lin Chengyou more but even showing disgust at hearing his name, Teng Shao didn’t need to guess much about the reason. Probably his daughter and Lin Chengyou’s personalities clashed. Given that his daughter had always been strong-minded, she wouldn’t likely develop such delicate feelings as Su’s daughter. He grunted: “It’s good that you understand Father’s concerns.”
Teng Yu’yi took out that scroll of drawings and opened it before Teng Shao: Has Father seen this person?
Teng Shao didn’t answer at first, examining it for a moment before asking suspiciously: “Never seen him. Who is this person?”
Teng Yu’yi wrote: It sounds somewhat absurd, but I dreamed this person would harm me. The dream was extraordinarily vivid, and it happened several times. I was scared when I woke up, so I drew down this person’s appearance.
Teng Shao’s face became as still as water. He raised his hand to take the scroll—just from such a portrait, it was truly impossible to determine the person’s background.
Teng Yu’yi drew again: Has Father seen this kind of hidden weapon?
Teng Shao’s gaze moved inch by inch across the drawing, finally nodding slowly: “I’ve seen similar ones in armies from other regions, but they were about as thick as zither strings, never as thin as shown in the drawing.”
Teng Yu’yi was greatly disappointed. Father had seen almost every weapon in the world, and if even he had no clue, wouldn’t the trail go cold? She quickly wrote: This person is vicious and will eventually harm me. Please, Father, find his whereabouts quickly, otherwise I cannot eat or sleep in peace.
Teng Shao carefully observed his daughter’s expression: “It was just a dream. This person might not even exist in the world. Yu’er, why are you so afraid?”
Teng Yu’yi’s heart was pounding like a drum, but she tried to appear as calm as possible: Since obtaining this treasure sword, I’ve had several prophetic dreams. Earlier, I dreamed Cousin would meet with misfortune, and I dreamed someone surnamed Lu would pass the imperial examinations—these all came true. Then I dreamed this person would kill me, so I couldn’t help but be frightened.
Teng Shao’s gaze was deep and keen, as if able to see into people’s hearts. He stared at his daughter for a long while, then nodded without pursuing the matter further: “Very well, Father will surely discover this person’s background soon.”
Only then did Teng Yu’yi feel relieved, and wrote again: This person is definitely not good. He knows strange arts, and with one strike can kill even martial arts masters. Father, if you encounter this person in the future, you must be extremely careful.
Teng Shao was somewhat surprised that his daughter took a dream so seriously, and she didn’t seem worried about herself but rather appeared concerned for his safety. However, before he could answer, his daughter had already calmly picked up the tray and walked out.
Teng Shao remembered the year his wife had just passed away. The Dangxiang and Tubo had invaded, and military reports from the Fengxiang area were urgent. The court hurriedly dispatched his Zhenhai Army to provide aid. The journey was long, and the frontier was bitterly cold. The child was too young to accompany the army on campaign, so after careful consideration, he could only send his daughter to the Du residence.
Several months later, when he returned triumphant to court, he went to the Du residence to visit his daughter despite being covered in dust from the road, but his daughter seemed not to recognize him and refused to see him.
He had no solution and dejectedly returned to the main hall, sitting silently for a long while. When he happened to look up, he saw a small figure quickly flash by. Following closer, he found his daughter secretly hiding outside the door, blinking her clear black and white eyes, tears still visible on her cheeks. When discovered by him, she turned and ran, her expression stubborn and proud.
He caught up and held his daughter in his arms. Father and daughter crouched in the remaining light of sunset, not speaking for a long time. This scene was branded in his heart, almost forming a scar. Many years had passed, but the expression on his daughter’s face had never changed. Looking at his daughter’s retreating figure, he said gently: “Alright, Father understands.”
Teng Yu’yi’s footsteps faltered slightly, then she quickly stepped over the threshold.
That afternoon, Teng Shao declined various invitation cards from outside the residence and personally selected dozens of strong guards. He had the guards surround the residence inside and out, while he chose a long spear gleaming like snow, planted it on the ground, and sat solemnly in the central courtyard.
Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi, having finished setting up the Nine Heavens Demon-Subduing Formation, had used nearly half their power. After pasting talismans in every corner, they returned to Pine Wave Garden, panting heavily.
Upon entering, they saw Teng Yu’yi and Du Tinglan sitting before a large cluster of green bamboo, playing chess.
The bamboo shadows were dense, blocking almost half the sunlight.
“Miss Teng, Miss Du.”
Du Tinglan rose with a smile: “Young Daoists, have the Young Master and the Dongming Temple Daoists arrived?”
Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi shook their heads.
“No news either?”
Jue Sheng said: “No.”
Qi Zhi turned to look at the sky: “It’s getting late, they should be here soon.”
“Yes, yes, yes, perhaps they’re on their way.”
Du Tinglan couldn’t hide the worry on her face, but Teng Yu’yi pulled Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi closer, ordering maids to serve them tea and snacks, and personally taught them to play chess.
They played one game after another. Watching the sun slowly sink in the west, during this time the maids came several times to relay messages, but there was still no word from Lin Chengyou and the others.
When Master Cheng also came to inquire about news, Teng Yu’yi couldn’t help but gaze into the distance. The orange-red clouds on the horizon were gradually replaced by a quiet, vast deep blue. After another moment, it would be dark.
Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi grew increasingly anxious, no longer having any mind for chess or snacks. They sat cross-legged under the corridor, holding up their demon-subduing wooden tablets while murmuring incantations.
Teng Yu’yi also slowly put down her chess pieces, focusing her attention and holding her breath, as if facing a great enemy.
This wait lasted for nearly two hours, from dusk until the bright moon hung high in the sky. Let alone the corpse demon—not even a fly had managed to fly in.
Teng Shao still guarded the main hall. Master Cheng led people to light lamps everywhere, and the entire residence was on high alert, with guards patrolling every corner. After a while, to make it convenient for Teng Yu’yi to dine with the two Daoists, Teng Shao specially ordered the evening meal to be sent to the inner courtyard.
Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi hurriedly wolfed down some food and returned to their position under the corridor. Setting up the formation earlier had already drained much of their spirit, and now to guard against the corpse demon’s sudden attack, they didn’t dare relax for a moment. A short time would have been fine, but prolonged vigilance was undoubtedly torturous for the mind.
By early evening, Jue Sheng finally couldn’t hold on and began to doze off first.
Qi Zhi opened his eyes to a slit and called softly: “Jue Sheng, Jue Sheng.”
Jue Sheng jerked awake, trying to force himself to stay alert, but once sleepiness came, it couldn’t be stopped. Soon he began swaying back and forth again.
Teng Yu’yi and Du Tinglan, afraid of disturbing the two as they guarded the formation, had specially stayed inside the room earlier. Coming out to check when they heard movement, they saw one about to fall asleep and the other rubbing his eyes with exhaustion.
Teng Yu’yi quickly had the maids bring water and wet towels for Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi to wash their faces. After the two cleaned up, they finally managed to drive away their sleepiness.
Du Tinglan smiled: “The young Daoists must be exhausted. Not sleeping for a whole night yesterday—even adults couldn’t endure it.”
Jue Sheng felt embarrassed and ran to the courtyard to practice boxing. Teng Yu’yi sat cross-legged under the corridor and wrote with chopsticks on the tray: Let’s talk for a while. Do you think the corpse demon will come tonight?
Qi Zhi was about to nod, but looking up at the sky, he became uncertain: “After breaking through a formation, the corpse demon urgently needs to increase its evil power. If it has targeted someone, it won’t wait long before striking. But its evil nature is extreme—we can’t judge it by normal logic. The ‘Classic of Demons’ says corpse demons are very particular before they strike.”
Teng Yu’yi: Particular? Does it eat people’s flesh?
Qi Zhi said quietly: “Before it strikes, it likes to bewitch people’s minds first. Besides its inherently cruel nature, this also makes it easier for it to seize souls. Those targeted by it will be bewitched to the point of heartbreak before death, either wailing loudly or feeling guilt and regret. Being killed in such a state often results in fragmented souls, without even the qualification for reincarnation.”
Teng Yu’yi shuddered all over.
Du Tinglan trembled: “No wonder it frightened people like that at Prince Cheng’s residence that night. So it was to break down A’yu’s will first. What a vicious evil thing—not content with harming people in this life, it wants to harm them life after life.”
“That’s why it’s called a corpse demon.” Qi Zhi sighed. “Miss Teng, do you remember the illusions Juan’er Li and Ge Jin saw that night? Juan’er Li saw her late father’s flatbread shop, while Miss Ge Jin saw an abandoned courtyard.”
Teng Yu’yi nodded.
“Those were probably the darkest, most vulnerable parts of their memories. The corpse demon created illusions from these to draw out its prey’s most painful memories.”
Hearing this, Du Tinglan finally realized what had been bothering her: “Wait a moment. According to this, Juan’er Li and Miss Ge Jin from Caifeng House were targeted by the corpse demon first. The corpse demon hadn’t succeeded with them yet, so why did it abandon those two and come after A’yu instead?”
Teng Yu’yi dared not let her sister know she was living a borrowed life and didn’t dare make a sound.
Qi Zhi said: “This point puzzles both Jue Sheng and me as well. Either it’s related to Miss Teng wounding the Golden-Robed Young Master with her sword—after all, the Golden-Robed Young Master was the corpse demon’s companion, so it probably targeted Miss Teng for revenge.”
Jue Sheng ran up the steps: “There’s another possibility—the corpse demon is playing with everyone. There are three prey, scattered in different locations. Even Senior Brother can’t determine who the corpse demon will hunt first. Human power is limited and can’t cover everything. This way, it not only keeps the prey in constant fear but also exhausts Senior Brother with running around. I suspect the reason Senior Brother hasn’t arrived tonight is because something went wrong at Caifeng House.”
This was possible. That night when the corpse demon broke into Prince Cheng’s residence, although the talismans hadn’t self-immolated, Little Cliff had given several warnings. Tonight, the Little Cliff Sword had remained completely calm.
Qi Zhi performed ritual steps and movements, trying to capture every trace of evil energy in the wind: “Maybe the corpse demon really won’t come tonight, but even so, we can’t let our guard down.”
Suddenly, there came a commotion from outside the courtyard. Everyone was already on edge, and immediately became fully alert.
Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi called out: “What happened?”
A servant entered: “Reporting to the two Daoists, just now the lamps in the main house suddenly went out, then lit up again moments later. Master Cheng has led guards to investigate.”
Teng Yu’yi felt a chill wind brush past her neck. The main house was her parents’ residence, and when she returned to the capital this time, she had specially brought back her mother’s belongings. Except for those she handled daily, most were stored in the main house.
Du Tinglan paled: “Could it be the corpse demon has come? Last night at Prince Cheng’s residence, the lamps also went out without reason.”
Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi ran to stand east and west: “Be careful it’s not a diversionary tactic. We cannot leave this place.”
Du Tinglan commanded: “Master Cheng if you have news, come report immediately.”
The servant left, and everyone in the courtyard was fearful and uneasy. Fortunately, Master Cheng came shortly after. Entering the courtyard, he reported: “Miss, don’t worry. The main house indeed had two horn lamps go out, but after careful inspection, it was because the oil was exhausted. In the evening, this old servant had people light lamps in every corner of the residence. With oil running short in some places, the lamps went out before we could replenish them. Oil has been added now. The Master personally inspected everywhere just now—there are no signs of intruders in or around the main house. The Master also said he will personally guard outside Pine Wave Hall tonight, not leaving even half a step.”
Soon after, footsteps were heard outside the courtyard again. Teng Shao personally led guards to come, ordering them to surround Pine Wave Garden tightly, while he stood with his spear outside the door.
Seeing Teng Shao’s tall, straight figure, everyone immediately relaxed. Teng Shao was a famous general worth ten thousand men. Usually in battle, he could behead thousands while chatting and laughing. Even in ordinary clothes, he emanated an awe-inspiring martial presence.
Teng Yu’yi still frowned. Du Tinglan thought for a moment and said: “Last night after the lights went out at Prince Cheng’s residence, no one in the entire residence could light their tinderboxes. If it were the corpse demon, how could the oil lamps be lit so easily? Perhaps it was just insufficient oil. Now that Uncle has come, we shouldn’t panic needlessly.”
After this incident, no one had the mood for casual conversation. The night was cool as water, and gradually the wind rose. Du Tinglan was the first to feel the cold, quietly pulling her shawl tighter.
Teng Yu’yi, worried her cousin would catch a cold, pulled Du Tinglan inside.
Jue Sheng said: “Miss Teng, Miss Du if you’re tired, you might rest a while. Last night, Jue Sheng and I only meditated on the low couch, not sleeping in bed.”
Du Tinglan and Teng Yu’yi shared a smile.
Du Tinglan said softly: “These two little ones are really interesting.”
Then she raised her voice: “Thank you for your kind thoughts, but A’yu and I don’t feel tired. We’ll just sit for a while.”
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Qi Zhi’s face: “Jue Sheng, Miss Teng, and Miss Du aren’t like you, able to doze off anywhere. With so many people inside and out, they couldn’t sleep even if they wanted to.”
Jue Sheng muttered: “I was just showing concern, what’s it to you? You’re so nagging, even more than Master.”
“You… you dare disrespect Master!”
Teng Yu’yi greatly enjoyed listening to their bickering, but after a few exchanges, they stopped. Feeling somewhat bored and with nowhere else to go, she simply moved the chessboard inside and played a game with Du Tinglan. Soon she felt drowsy, barely propping up her chin as her head kept nodding down.
Du Tinglan said: “Tired? Why don’t you sleep for a while, Sister will keep you company.”
Teng Yu’yi nodded. Hearing all was calm outside, she lay down on the table to doze. In her haziness, Du Tinglan covered her with something, and her body slowly warmed. Her drowsiness grew deeper, and soon she fell asleep.
She didn’t know how long she slept, but her arms and legs were extraordinarily numb. Teng Yu’yi hazily awoke, planning to switch to rest on her other arm. Just as she raised her head, she realized it was extremely quiet around her. Suddenly sitting up to look, she found herself alone in the room—Du Tinglan was gone.
Teng Yu’yi’s back instantly broke out in a fine sweat: “Sister.”
Only after calling out did she realize she could speak again. How had she suddenly—suddenly regained her voice?
Confused and alarmed, she hurriedly went out to look. Du Tinglan wasn’t under the corridor. No, not just Du Tinglan—even Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi were gone.
Teng Yu’yi knew something was wrong. Was she dreaming? She pinched her arm—it hurt piercingly. In her panic, she reached for her sleeve, relieved to find Little Cliff still there.
Teng Yu’yi steadied herself, gripping the sword handle tightly: “Little Cliff.”
Before she finished speaking, Little Cliff began to grow hot. Teng Yu’yi’s heart leaped with joy, and she said in a low voice: “Come out quickly, I have something to ask you.”
But unexpectedly, Little Cliff quickly cooled again. Teng Yu’yi was caught off guard, knowing this time was highly unusual. While anxiously looking around, she slowly descended the steps. Master Cheng was gone, Chun Rong and Bi Luo were gone—in an instant, the entire Teng residence had only her left.
A strange feeling arose in Teng Yu’yi’s heart as if she had returned to that terrifying night in her previous life. Unfathomable traps lurked ahead, and all struggle was futile. That person was determined to take their life—no matter where she fled, she couldn’t escape this catastrophe.
She struggled to steady herself, slowly walking outward. Father was at the door—as long as Father was still there, everything would be fine.
She called softly: “Father.”
Silence at the courtyard gate.
“Father?”
Still no response.
Teng Yu’yi’s heart sank. Father had excellent hearing—he would surely answer if he heard her call.
The situation was too strange. Teng Yu’yi’s palms were sweating. Even if everyone in the residence had fled, Father wouldn’t abandon her.
Had Father met with misfortune? Her legs trembling, she moved forward step by step. As despair spread through her, she couldn’t help calling again: “Father.”
Raising her eyes at the doorway, Teng Yu’yi’s gaze froze. Before a rock outside the courtyard gate stood two people—one tall and straight, clearly Teng Shao, the other a graceful woman.
Tonight the moon was bright without clouds, its light spreading silver radiance everywhere. This woman was gentle and beautiful, wearing a goose-yellow brocade dress with cloud patterns. The woman spoke softly, gently caressing Teng Shao’s face.
Teng Shao’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared fixedly at the woman as if entranced.
Teng Yu’yi looked at the woman in shock. She couldn’t be mistaken—that face was clearly visible in the moonlight, with familiar eyes, familiar mouth corners, familiar temples, even the cinnabar mole below her ear was identical.
Her teeth chattering, she wanted to go look closer, but her legs felt as heavy as lead. She saw Father slowly kneel, embracing the woman’s legs as he wept brokenly: “Hui Niang.”
The woman seemed very sad, bending to hold Teng Shao’s head to her chest, crying even more sorrowfully.
Teng Yu’yi swayed, walking dazedly toward the woman. The woman had a deeply gentle bearing. Hearing Teng Yu’yi’s footsteps, she slowly turned her head. Seeing it was Teng Yu’yi, every line of her face softened gently.
Tears were about to fall from Teng Yu’yi’s eyes. Appearances could be faked, but eyes couldn’t lie. In this world, only Mother would look at her this way.
Lady Teng was too choked for words, reaching out to Teng Yu’yi: “A’yu.”
Tears flowed down Teng Yu’yi’s face. She had dreamed of this scene many times, but now that it was real, she didn’t know what to do. Her mother had returned. Sobbing, she took large steps, rushing forward eagerly: “Mother.”
Lady Teng’s tears fell like rain as she opened her arms to receive her daughter.
Teng Yu’yi threw herself into her mother’s embrace, crying. She had just seen this dress a few days ago while sorting through her mother’s belongings—the familiar sweet grass brocade pattern subtly matching her mother’s name. The belongings were stored in the main house; it was Mother’s unique identifier. Smelling the faint fragrance on Mother’s jacket, her tears poured down.
Even if this was a dream, she accepted it. No one knew better than her how much she missed Mother.
Lady Teng held her husband and daughter tightly, her tears quickly soaking her collar. Teng Shao seemed too grief-stricken to notice his daughter had come, neither speaking nor looking at her.
Hearing her mother’s crying, Teng Yu’yi’s heart knotted painfully. Gripping her mother’s hands, she sobbed: “Mother, have you been well… I must be dreaming… Mother, daughter will be good, please don’t leave again, alright?”
Lady Teng said tremblingly: “Alright, Mother won’t leave. Mother will stay by your side from now on, never separating from you again.”
Teng Yu’yi’s ears buzzed, the sudden joy making her dizzy. After a long while, she finally reacted, desperately wiping tears while saying incoherently to Teng Shao: “Father, did you hear? Mother won’t leave anymore.”
Teng Shao ignored his daughter’s words, still immersed in his grief. Teng Yu’yi’s heart suddenly contracted. Looking between Teng Shao and Lady Teng, her lips began to tremble: “Mother, are you going to leave again?”
Lady Teng’s eyes filled with sorrow as she stroked Teng Yu’yi’s head, crying without answering.
Teng Yu’yi’s mind went blank. From wild joy to despair took only an instant. Such a cruel blow almost instantly crushed her internal organs. She lowered her head dazedly, then raised it again blankly: “Mother, I… I can’t bear to part with you. Please don’t go, please, Mother.”
She clutched Lady Teng’s sash, crying like a child.
Lady Teng’s gaze was heartbreaking, but her words were cruel: “A’yu, how could Mother bear to part with you? But Mother is separated from you by life and death—Mother has no choice but to leave.”
Teng Yu’yi’s entire chest felt hollow. The feeling was like being cut with a dull knife, slicing at her heart bit by bit. Looking at that gentle, beloved face, she said slowly: “Mother, why did you deceive me just now?”
Lady Teng cried: “Because Mother dreams of returning to your side.”
Tears flowing unstoppably, Teng Yu’yi opened her arms to her mother: “Mother, then hold me once more.”
Lady Teng bent down tearfully. Teng Yu’yi moved closer, choking with emotion, and then suddenly her expression darkened as she drew her sword from her sleeve.
The blade unexpectedly thrust toward Lady Teng. Teng Yu’yi said tremblingly through tears: “How could Mother deliberately torment her daughter? You’re a monster. You dare impersonate my mother—I’ll fight you to the death!”
Lady Teng’s tears still hung on her cheeks. Surprisingly, she neither dodged nor avoided. Her fingernails grew several inches long, red as cherries. An eerie smile appeared on her face as she reached for Teng Yu’yi’s heart.
Just then, a sharp whistle came from behind, and a golden arrow shot through the air, straight for Lady Teng’s brow.
Lady Teng’s eyes rolled upward as she abandoned Teng Yu’yi to catch the strange golden arrow. But at that moment, another silver-gleaming chain flew out, wrapping around Lady Teng’s neck with lightning speed.
The corpse demon gripped the silver chain with both hands, its eyes becoming extremely fierce. However, before it could break the chain, it was dragged from its position.
Someone cried out in wild joy: “We caught it! We caught it!”
“Ancestral Master’s blessing! Who would have thought this old Daoist would see a corpse demon caught in his lifetime!”
“The Young Master’s method was good indeed. If we hadn’t waited until now, how could we have lured the corpse demon into the trap?”
“Hahahahaha, it was busy setting traps to bewitch people’s minds, not guarding against the mantis catching the cicada while the oriole waits behind. It fell for the trap after all—let’s see where it can escape to.”
“Miss Teng, you don’t know how hard we struggled all night to keep you completely safe!”
Then Lin Chengyou said: “Have you all made enough noise? Quickly, set up the formation!”
Teng Yu’yi lay on the ground catching her breath for a moment, then looked up to see several figures leaping through the night sky, agile as rabbits, moving back and forth to surround and lock in the corpse demon.
Lin Chengyou, wearing a quiver on his back, leaped down from the treetops, his robes fluttering, swift as a hawk. As he drew near, his wrist turned, raising a faintly glowing yellow talisman between two fingers, striking directly for the corpse demon’s forehead.
The corpse demon struggled more violently. Seeing Lin Chengyou approach, it clenched its fists and extended its claws. Its yin energy suddenly surged, and the Soul-Locking Zhi around its neck broke into seven or eight pieces, bursting outward like silver stars.
Everyone’s expressions changed drastically. Teng Yu’yi was also dumbfounded. She had seen Lin Chengyou use the Soul-Locking Zhi several times and remembered it was invincible—she never expected the corpse demon could break it by sheer force.
With “zhi-wa zhi-wa” strange cries, the Soul-Locking Zhi fell scattered about like a chopped snake, sections lying east and west, writhing on the ground.
Lin Chengyou’s expression remained unchanged. Not only did he not slow his advance, but he made the talisman between his fingers shine bright as a torch.
The corpse demon raised its hands, arms stiff as wooden sticks, trying to grab Lin Chengyou’s neck, but it was ultimately a step too late. The talisman struck its forehead, and it instantly froze.
A thick, putrid smell spread through the air. The five Dongming Temple Daoists’ spirits lifted, and they immediately spread out, each holding a sword while murmuring incantations.
Lin Chengyou withdrew his hand and whistled. The Soul-Locking Zhi on the ground quickly merged back together, transforming again into a silver snake. It crawled limply for a distance before stopping at Lin Chengyou’s feet.
Lin Chengyou bent down to take it in his hands, stroking it twice: “Don’t cry anymore, come rest in my arms first.”
The Soul-Locking Zhi drooped its head, quickly stopping its sobbing. It crawled to Lin Chengyou’s chest, nuzzling its little master’s clothes before suddenly vanishing.
Teng Yu’yi wiped away cold sweat and turned to examine the corpse demon. It no longer looked like her mother—this woman appeared at most fifteen or sixteen, with two high buns, a bright complexion, a small round face, and full red lips.
If one didn’t know its true nature, seeing just this innocent appearance, they would surely mistake it for a naive young lady from a noble family.
Teng Yu’yi got up, gritting her teeth. The previous illusion had nearly crushed her heart and lungs. Everything had been false—it had only bewitched her mind. She knew the corpse demon was formidable but hadn’t expected it could be so convincing.
When she saw the clothes on the corpse demon, she grew even more furious. The corpse demon was wearing her mother’s cloud-patterned brocade dress. Earlier when the lights in the main house had gone out without reason, this thing must have gone to steal her mother’s belongings to deceive her.
The five Dongming Temple Daoists murmured incantations and five beams of snow-white light shot from their sword tips. The corpse demon was trapped in their formation, unable to move even a hair.
The Daoists were both shocked and delighted. The previous scene had made them break out in cold sweat. Miss Teng had been as if in a dream, her life in danger at any moment. The corpse demon, intent on seizing its prey’s soul, had put all its energy into tormenting its prey. After plotting for a day and night, it had finally waited for this rare opportunity. Lin Chengyou, seeking just one successful strike, had forced himself to wait until the very last moment to act.
This young man had a touch of wickedness mixed with righteousness, acting quite differently from ordinary Daoists. But if his heart hadn’t been harder than the evil creature’s, how could he have successfully caught the corpse demon?
Miss Teng was even more surprising—who would have thought that even while crying her heart out, she hadn’t forgotten to strike at the corpse demon?
Lin Chengyou took out a golden arrow from the quiver on his back, knocking it and drawing the bowstring while slowly retreating: “Miss Teng, your spirit is unstable. Return to the room first, or if you’re afraid to move, you can hide behind me.”
The five Daoists called out: “Miss Teng, we’ve been hiding nearby all along. To successfully catch the corpse demon, we dared not move even when we saw it enter the residence. We estimate dozens of people in your residence have been affected by the corpse demon’s schemes and won’t wake up immediately. Please go wake up Jue Sheng and Qi Zhi and have them give everyone talisman soup.”
Teng Yu’yi stood up shakily.
She glanced at Lin Chengyou—they must have seen her crying and weeping. There was no time to worry about that now. The corpse demon was too difficult to deal with. Since she had volunteered as bait, she should have been prepared.
Even so, Teng Yu’yi still felt uncomfortable. The secret hidden deep in her heart had suddenly been glimpsed by others, like armor being publicly stripped away, exposing the soft, vulnerable parts within.
Her eyes stung, tears not yet dry on her face. To disguise herself, she could only clear her throat as if nothing had happened, only to find she couldn’t make a sound. Her earlier ability to speak had been merely part of the corpse demon’s illusion.
Worried about her father and cousin, she hurriedly looked around but couldn’t see her father’s figure. No wonder in the illusion her father had never spoken to her—surely this was also the corpse demon’s doing.
Teng Yu’yi ran toward Pine Wave Garden. Just then, Jian Xian stumbled, disrupting the formation. Fortunately, he quickly steadied himself. The corpse demon remained motionless, but its eyes darted about.
Lin Chengyou had drawn his bow to full draw, smiling as he examined the corpse demon: “So you’re the corpse demon? I’ve heard much about you. Did you get uncomfortable underground and want to come up for some air? Too bad you ran into me. I let you bounce around for two days, but tonight you’re going back where you came from.”
The corpse demon struggled within the formation, then suddenly blinked its eyes and called out to Lin Chengyou: “Brother!”
Teng Yu’yi was startled—this was Princess A’zhi’s voice. Looking over in shock, she saw the corpse demon’s appearance hadn’t changed, but its manner and tone were identical to A’zhi’s.
Lin Chengyou seemed to freeze for a moment. The corpse demon’s eyes glistened with tears: “Brother, I’m A’zhi. You promised to teach me horseback riding—why aren’t you paying attention to me? I’m scared, Brother, come hold me quickly.”
Teng Yu’yi looked at Jian Mei and the others, seeing them all drenched in sweat, presumably each trapped in their illusions. Having experienced the corpse demon’s methods herself, she thought “This is bad.” Though she had decided to leave, she turned back and ran toward Lin Chengyou. No, she had to warn him—if he fell for the trap too, they would have no hope of subduing the corpse demon tonight.
Lin Chengyou’s expression became strange as he stared unblinking at the corpse demon. Perhaps his spirit was disturbed, for the corpse demon, initially unable to move, gradually lowered its arms. It stamped its foot and pouted: “Brother, are you still angry at A’zhi? Last time when I knocked over your treasure, didn’t you already punish me?”
Teng Yu’yi broke out in cold sweat, desperately wanting to run to Lin Chengyou, but the corpse demon in the formation began crying loudly, its features becoming more and more like A’zhi’s.
Though Lin Chengyou hadn’t lowered his bowstring, the arrow remained unshot.
“A’zhi” walked step by step toward Lin Chengyou, sobbing: “I want to eat Mother’s homemade jade-containing mud cake. Brother, the one you made for A’zhi last time wasn’t good—it turned into charcoal. Brother, I’m hungry, take me home.”
It walked faster and faster, much quicker than Teng Yu’yi, crystalline tears hanging on its cheeks. A few more steps and it would throw itself into Lin Chengyou’s arms.
Teng Yu’yi bit her lip, lifted her skirt, and ran wildly. Suddenly there came a sharp sound—the arrow had been loosed, golden light flashing as it struck the corpse demon’s brow.
Caught off guard, the corpse demon’s body tilted backward, staggering several steps before returning to the formation.
Lin Chengyou sneered: “Coming closer is perfect—saves me effort.”
Teng Yu’yi let out a great sigh of relief. The corpse demon raised its arm, trying to pull the golden arrow from its brow, but the arrow seemed to have grown into its flesh and couldn’t be removed no matter what.
The corpse demon looked pitifully at Lin Chengyou, suddenly changing its tone: “Little Brother.”
Strangely, though still a young lady’s voice, the tone was very different from A’zhi’s, sounding more childish.
Lin Chengyou remained unmoved, quickly drawing a second arrow and pulling the bowstring taut.
But the corpse demon said: “Little Brother, I saved your life, yet you plan to take mine?”
Lin Chengyou seemed to remember something, his expression suddenly changing greatly. The corpse demon lowered its head, sighing softly: “That year when you fell into the water at Marquis Lin’an’s residence, I saved you. You gave me pear blossom candy and said you would help me find my mother, but then you abandoned me. Little Brother, all these years I’ve been waiting for you to find me. I never expected that when we met again, you would try to take my life.”
Lin Chengyou’s face showed no expression, but his hands paused for a moment.
Teng Yu’yi’s mind suddenly became confused. She had also been to Chang’an in those years, but that period of memory seemed as if someone had erased it.
If not for that grand dream a few days ago, she wouldn’t have known about a little girl who had saved Lin Chengyou. Lin Chengyou had been searching for that young lady for many years, lamenting that in the vast sea of people, there had never been any news. Everyone guessed the little girl had either died young or wasn’t in Chang’an at all.
Unexpectedly, the corpse demon could probe people’s hearts to this extent. The corpse demon said in a sweet voice: “Little Brother, I wanted to return that package of pear blossom candy to you, but you told me to go away. I’m the one who saved your life—why do you treat me this way?”
Lin Chengyou didn’t react for a long while, his gaze becoming somewhat unfocused. Teng Yu’yi ran madly forward, about to reach Lin Chengyou’s shoulder, but before she could push him, the second arrow was loose, striking the corpse demon’s right arm.
“Is this how you bewitch people’s hearts?” Lin Chengyou’s face was full of contempt. “I overestimated you.”
Not waiting for the corpse demon to speak again, he quickly shot the third and fourth arrows, one striking the left arm, the other hitting the center of its chest.
Finally, he nocked the fifth arrow, saying to Teng Yu’yi: “Miss Teng, what are you standing there for? Come behind me—it can’t harm me.”
In the moonlight, Teng Yu’yi saw that though Lin Chengyou’s expression was relaxed, his temples were covered in fine sweat. It couldn’t harm him? Those words could only fool him.
Lin Chengyou seemed to sense something, glancing at Teng Yu’yi before nonchalantly drawing his bow to full again, this time aiming at the corpse demon’s throat.
Teng Yu’yi had planned to find her cousin and father but now was uncertain. If the corpse demon were to impersonate Lin Chengyou’s mother, father, aunts, and uncles all at once, who knew if he could withstand it?
Seeing Lin Chengyou about to shoot the fifth arrow, Teng Yu’yi weighed her options repeatedly before finally moving behind him.