Although the timing was off, the moment his spiritual sense "took the initiative" to entangle with the youth's soft white spiritual sense, he still inappropriately indulged in that warm and comfortable feeling of intertwining.

Before retreating into hell to cultivate, he had heard people in the primordial world say that dual cultivation of spiritual senses was very easy to get addicted to. However, it was well known that the higher one's cultivation, the stronger one's will, so he never took this seriously. It was only after personally experiencing it with the youth that he realized this saying was not entirely an exaggeration.

At least... now just thinking back to the taste of his spiritual sense deeply intertwining with the youth's, he had some difficulty suppressing the restlessness of his own spiritual sense. Although his true body was a wisp of resentment and he did not cultivate the emotionless dao, his strength was there, and his willpower could not be that weak. To have his mind so easily hooked by a mortal was something he never could have imagined.

In those two days and nights, just the taste of the wisp of his spiritual sense attached to the Warrant, intertwining with the youth's spiritual power was already unforgettable to him. If he used his true body to dual cultivate with the youth, he might not be able to control himself and would directly devour the youth.

He just didn't know if the youth's spiritual sense strength could accommodate his overly vast entire spiritual sense...

Of course, facts proved that this kind of worry was obviously a bit too far-reaching. Very soon, he was taught a lesson by reality.

After the youth's white spiritual sense was entangled by his spiritual sense, it seemed to be stunned by his shameless behavior. The pure white spiritual sense stood stiffly in place for a while, finally reacted, turned around and fiercely whipped his sea of consciousness, broke free from the black spiritual sense's sticky entanglement, and retreated from his sea of consciousness without any lingering.

His sea of consciousness had already been cultivated and refined for who knows how many years, and of course could not be easily shaken by a mortal. So the youth's whip was actually completely painless to him. But what really made him panic was that after the youth withdrew his spiritual sense from his mind, he immediately turned around and left with a blank expression.

The youth was indeed still angry.

Xuan Qi stood blankly in place. The black spiritual sense, reluctant to part with the feeling of intertwining with the youth's spiritual sense, followed the youth's spiritual sense and poked its head out from the sea of consciousness. But under the control of its master, it did not dare to chase after him. It stood in mid-air like an ownerless duckweed, looking a bit ridiculous and at a loss.

At this moment, Director Xuan Qi, who had never been in a relationship before, faced with the figure of his beloved turning to leave, kept a wooden face and fell into the world-shaking difficult question of "to chase or not to chase".

The plan of "getting along with the other party first before confessing his identity", which he had racked his brains and tried every means to formulate, was tragically defeated at the first step. Xuan Qi, who had absolutely no experience in dealing with this kind of problem, almost immediately fell into a state of being at a loss.

He didn't want to just let the youth leave like this, but just now his spiritual sense had made that kind of harassing gesture towards the other party. The youth must be so angry that he completely didn't want to see him anymore. If he continued to shamelessly pester the youth, would he be hated even more?

After all, he had already committed numerous crimes in the youth's place.

During the time he hesitated, the youth's figure had already disappeared from his sight. His spiritual sense probed back and forth in the air in the direction the youth left for a long time, and finally silently retracted back into the sea of consciousness, with a bit of a dejected feeling.

After standing still for a long time, he lowered his eyes and swept a glance at Yan Xixi who was covered in blood and unconscious beside him. He took a step back, and his figure instantly blurred and dissipated in the air. The next second after he disappeared, a gust of wind blew from an unknown place. In just a few short seconds, the eerily numerous white flowers in the air were blown away, leaving only a few scattered petals, spinning desolately in the air.

A soft tearing sound rang out, and the barrier shrouding the lakeside silently completely shattered. The lake surface was illuminated by the scorching midday sunlight of early summer, reflecting a sparkling shimmer.

A young couple walked along a small path in the woods towards the lake. The boy seemed to have told a joke, making the girl beside him cover her mouth and laugh. She even reached out to hit him.

But in just a glance, the girl seemed to have seen something terrifying. The smile on her face froze, her eyes suddenly widened, and a scream escaped from her throat!

The boy didn't expect her to suddenly change her expression and asked in confusion, "Baby, what's wrong?"

Fear uncontrollably surfaced from the bottom of her eyes. She pushed his shoulders with her hands and pointed in the direction of the bench not far away, tremblingly saying, "You look... there, there, is there a person?"

The boy looked in the direction she pointed and saw a long-haired woman with her head down, leaning by the bench, her face and abdomen covered in dark bloodstains. His face also instantly turned pale with fright!

Hugging his girlfriend who was scared pale, the boy took a few steps back. Suppressing the fear in his heart, he quickly made emergency and police calls.

Soon, an ambulance rushed into A University with its sirens blaring.

The ambulance made a big commotion. After that couple, many other people also saw the scene one after another. The news couldn't be hidden at all. By the first class in the afternoon, almost the entire school knew that something had happened to someone in the small woods on campus. Blood flowed all over the ground and the person was taken to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Even the identity of the person involved was quickly dug out.

He Yan's first class on Monday afternoon was Ideology, which was a well-known easy class. Not many people were seriously listening to the lecture at all. He sat in the last row, his gaze focused on the textbook in front of him, but if you looked closely, you would find that his pupils had no focus at all, as his mind had wandered off.

The roommate beside him was incessantly trying to discuss with him the "small woods" incident that was spreading like wildfire in the school.

This former roommate, who was not very familiar with the original body, for some unknown reason, seemed to have the intention of sticking to him and making friends after he tidied up his face a bit.

Seeing that he kept staring at the book, the roommate said, "Hey, are you still listening to me?"

He Yan politely came back to his senses, turned his head to the side and "hmm"ed to indicate that he was still listening.

Facing people without malice, he generally wouldn't show a cold face. And he indeed needed such a chatty companion now to distract his attention from Xuan Qi.

His roommate rubbed his hands together, a complex expression appearing on his face, somewhere between sadness and disbelief. He leaned in close and whispered, "I heard that the person is our class assistant... We just saw her this morning, right?"

He Yan nodded in agreement.

His roommate was stunned for a moment, puzzled. "How come you have no reaction at all?"

He Yan turned a page of the textbook in front of him and calmly said, "It's just a rumor. It may not be true."

As the person who helped Xu Xi take revenge on Yan Xixi, he naturally knew whether the person in trouble was really Yan Xixi or not. But of course, he couldn't directly tell others about these things.

His roommate wanted to refute him, saying that the source of this news was very reliable. But on second thought, emphasizing such things seemed as if he was eager for something bad to happen to Yan Xixi, which was a bit immoral, so he didn't mention it again.

The freshman courses were relatively relaxed. There was only this one class in the afternoon. After class, He Yan shouldered his backpack, its edges worn white from rubbing, and returned to his rental house alone.

Halfway there, he passed by the small pharmacy near the rental house where he had once bought over-the-counter anti-inflammatory medicine. His footsteps paused slightly, and the experience of the shadow's "mischief" when applying the medicine that time surfaced in his mind. Immediately after, he inevitably thought of the matter regarding Xuan Qi.

As he thought about the origin of the Underworld Warrant, the truth of the matter was already very clear. The shadow was a wisp of Xuan Qi's avatar attached to the Underworld Warrant. It was attracted by his spiritual power and slipped down from the Underworld Warrant to entangle with him. Last night's "disappearance" of the shadow should have been its automatic return to the main body after being injured.

When he first discovered that Xuan Qi was the shadow, he was indeed very angry. But once that impulse passed and he recalled the tall man standing there stiffly with his face frozen and the dark threads of spiritual power stretching out eagerly in his direction but not daring to truly chase after him when he left, he couldn't help but feel a little pity.

After calming down, He Yan had also gradually figured out Xuan Qi's reason for concealing his identity.

Their beginning with the shadow wasn't actually beautiful. Although for him, after recognizing that the other party was his lover, there was no obstacle to acceptance - if he had to say there was any trouble, it was probably that the shadow's form gave him a little difficulty in accepting it.

But Xuan Qi had no memory of his previous life. Although he would involuntarily feel the desire to be close to him due to the attraction of spiritual power, in his perception, there was no emotional foundation between the two of them.

So from Xuan Qi's perspective, the experience of those two days and nights was completely a one-sided coercion by the shadow. According to common sense, as the coerced party, he should have held hatred towards the shadow. Therefore, it was not difficult to understand why Xuan Qi didn't dare to admit his identity.

However, although he could understand the other party rationally, He Yan still inevitably felt a bit depressed emotionally.

Ever since the shadow disappeared, his mood had not improved. As a result, the object of his concern had actually changed into a bigger form, secretly lurking by his side and trying to conceal his identity. If he hadn't become suspicious and exposed the other party, how long was he going to hide it?

Sighing, He Yan continued to hurry home. Before leaving this morning, he had neither the energy nor the mood to tidy up the room that had been turned upside down by last night's disturbance, so now the whole room was still a mess. In any case, he had to go back and clean up the room first.

The rental house was on the third floor. Absentmindedly climbing to the middle of the second floor, He Yan only then noticed that there was a familiar figure standing in front of his door.

Because it was an old building built privately, the design of the entire building was somewhat unreasonable, and the floor height was very low. The tall man, wearing a proper suit with broad shoulders and long legs, looked very constrained and out of place standing in the narrow, low corridor with peeling wall paint.