Outside the window, the night is deep and quiet.
Although he easily drove away that mischievous little fairy just now, Yan Yuchen's mood has become somewhat heavy.
The mysterious bead inside him is called a "Golden Core," and it's an item with an owner.
What puzzles him is how such a extraordinary thing, owned by someone else, ended up lost and coincidentally appeared in his body.
The moment of death before his rebirth vividly replays in his mind like a movie.
Could it be that because of this Golden Core, he escaped death and experienced rebirth?
If that's the case, it means the owner of this Golden Core has saved his life.
"Perhaps that kind owner saw my pitiful state and willingly gave me this precious Golden Core, while that little fairy just now was stingy and unwilling, hence sneaking over to try and take it back."
The more Yan Yuchen thinks about it, the more plausible it seems, and he can't help but feel disdain and contempt for the small-mindedness of that fairy.
However, this thing belongs to someone else after all. There's a possibility that the owner might regret it and come to reclaim it, which would be troublesome.
After all, his body still relies on this Golden Core; without it, he would fall back into illness.
So the urgent matter is to quickly use this Golden Core for cultivation. When he successfully cultivates, he won't need to rely on it anymore.
Thinking of this, Yan Yuchen's heart clears up.
"Qingya, let's go out for cultivation."
Because of the first out-of-body experience, this time the process is much simpler.
Yan Yuchen lies down on the bed, pretending to sleep, while his soul separates from his body, floating out of the window with Qingya.
Feeling the night breeze, observing the surrounding buildings, overlooking the streets below, Yan Yuchen feels like he's in a completely new world.
The places with floating dark mist in the sky are where the yin energy is densest, and consequently, where the most ghosts reside.
Yan Yuchen maneuvers through the air, excitedly trying various movements, like a child with a new toy, thoroughly enjoying the experience.
Just as they float into a dimly lit alley without streetlights, Qingya turns around and says, "Young Master, there are evil spirits here."
Yan Yuchen immediately suppresses his playful spirit and lands on the ground, proceeding forward.
In the corner of the alley sits a drunken man, reeking of strong alcohol, sobbing and cursing at his phone.
After listening for a while, Yan Yuchen understands that the man's wife has betrayed him, causing him heartache and leading him to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
Usually, men in such a state, both mentally and emotionally, are very vulnerable and easily susceptible to the temptations of evil spirits.
As expected, a malevolent ghost, emitting dark energy, floats over shortly, fixating its gaze on the intoxicated man.
This type of ghost is a form of succubus, delighting in misleading humans to commit sinful acts and deriving pleasure from the resulting spiritual turmoil.
The drunken man curses vehemently into the phone, throws it away, covers his head, and starts crying, eventually dozing off.
The nearby ghost, patiently waiting, immediately grins and swiftly enters the man's head.
The man rubs his head forcefully, lifts it, and his eyes fill with hatred. Through gritted teeth, he says, "You, slut, you've made me a laughingstock in front of friends and colleagues. Now, you dare to associate with that adulterer. Fine! Tonight, I'll make you a pair of dead mandarin ducks!"
He suddenly stands up with a fierce expression, ready to leave. Just then, a woman wearing high heels and heavy makeup enters the alley.
A sinister glint flashes in the man's eyes as he says with resentment, "All women are the same! Since I'm about to kill, what's one more!"
He swiftly charges towards the elaborately dressed woman, forcefully pins her to the ground, covers her mouth, and drags her towards the darker depths of the alley.
The woman, taken by surprise, is already terrified, her entire body limp with fear.
The man drags her into the darkest corner, grins maliciously, and starts tearing at her clothes, preparing for assault.
Yan Yuchen quickly rushes over, throws a punch that, while unable to hit the man's physical body, targets the evil spirit manipulating his dark thoughts.
"Agh!"
With a light sound, Yan Yuchen's fist directly knocks the evil spirit out, and it tumbles awkwardly to the ground.
Enraged, the evil spirit attempts to retaliate, but Qingya suddenly appears from the side and delivers another punch, coldly declaring, "You little evil spirit, daring to act recklessly in front of my Young Master, you're asking for trouble!"
Seeing the outnumbered situation, the evil spirit, full of resentment, glances at Qingya and Yan Yuchen before turning and fleeing.
Just as Yan Yuchen and Qingya are about to pursue, they notice that the man on the ground, although no longer under the influence of the evil spirit, is now uncontrollable. He continues tearing at the clothes of the woman beneath him.
Helpless, Yan Yuchen watches the situation unfold. Being a spectral entity, he can't intervene, and even if he speaks, the man won't hear.
"Qingya, what should we do?"
As the woman's clothes are about to be forcibly removed by the frenzied man, Yan Yuchen becomes increasingly anxious.
Qingya looks helpless and says, "There's nothing we can do. Right now, his consciousness is beyond control. Unless Young Master achieves the unity of the three souls through cultivation and forcibly enters his mind to command his consciousness, there's nothing we can do... Now, we can only watch."
Although Qingya's tone is full of helplessness, his expression is surprisingly excited, with a hint of anticipation in his crimson eyes.
Yan Yuchen slaps its head in frustration and says, "Think of something quickly!"
With a mournful face, Qingya says, "The only way is for Young Master to return to his body, then rush over here. But time is definitely not enough; the distance is too far."
Meanwhile, the woman with heavy makeup has already been stripped of her clothes and is crying in terror.
Seeing Yan Yuchen frowning, Qingya consoles him, saying, "Young Master, don't worry too much. Since the evil spirit has been driven away, this man surely doesn't have the guts to commit murder now. After he vents, he will calm down. At that point, even if he harbors murderous thoughts, we can enter his consciousness to remind him of the consequences."
Yan Yuchen glances at the miserable-looking woman and hesitates, "But what about this woman..."
Qingya shook his head, a hint of disdain on his face. "Young Master, a woman like her doesn't deserve sympathy. Dressed like this, wandering around late at night, even if nothing happened today, trouble is inevitable in the future. Such women attract nothing but trouble."
Yan Yuchen sighed and remained silent.
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