Chapter 8: We Are the Same Kind of People

“——She blushed.”

Back home, He Yimo lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

He was still savoring that subtle feeling of awkwardness, but as time ticked by, exhaustion gradually washed over him.

He Yimo drifted into a deep sleep, his consciousness sinking into a dreamscape of clouds.

At the end of the weightless sensation was the warm embrace of a girl.

He Yimo had never slept so peacefully. He quietly felt the girl’s embrace behind him, instinctively holding her hand, as if she were a guide in his dream, leading him through the clouds and mist, until he noticed the blood-red curse mark on her neck—

【——What is this?!】

The strong sense of déjà vu from his past life jolted He Yimo awake, as if his heart was being squeezed.

He broke free from the dream, gradually seeing the reality before him.

He should have been dreaming in bed, but now he found himself sleepwalking out of his room, heading towards the steaming hot spring courtyard!

【I can’t speak, nor control my body’s direction…】

【This isn’t sleepwalking, it’s an illusion spell!】

As a reincarnator, He Yimo felt a chill at the familiarity of this illusion technique.

Although he couldn’t control his body, he could clearly see from the corner of his eye that the gentle girl from his dream was beside him, supporting him as they walked forward.

He couldn’t see her face clearly, but under the moonlight, he glimpsed the blood-red curse mark tattoo on her white jade-like collarbone.

This distinctive mark was unforgettable for He Yimo, even across two lifetimes.

The Enchantress Jiang Jinyue, one of the Western cult’s witches!

She was even more significant than Mo Yuyan, one of the two main villainesses throughout the “Fallen Immortal” original story!

Mo Yuyan only blackened and went crazy later, but Jiang Jinyue was established as a bad woman from her first appearance.

【So, in the original story, I was framed, leading to my offense against Mo Yuyan and death?】

【But I’m not the protagonist, why would Jiang Jinyue target me?】

In just a few seconds, countless hypotheses formed in He Yimo’s mind.

But the intricate power struggles in the original story weren’t He Yimo’s current concern.

More importantly…

He needed to think about how to face Mo Yuyan next.

After all, the end of the Enchantress’s illusion was the steaming hot spring courtyard.

He Yimo recognized this door.

It was the largest guest room’s backyard in the Grand Tutor’s residence, with a private hot spring pool for guests to bathe.

And more crucially, as the most honored guest of the Grand Tutor’s residence, Mo Yuyan was staying in this most luxurious guest room. The front yard was where she played chess with He Yimo, and now he was about to intrude into the backyard, where Mo Yuyan’s hot spring pool was!

Normally, He Yimo wouldn’t believe Mo Yuyan would bathe in the middle of the night.

But with Jiang Jinyue’s manipulation, He Yimo had to suspect Mo Yuyan was indeed bathing.

【This is bad.】

【If I intrude into the hot spring pool now, even without seeing anything, just touching the doorknob would get me beheaded by Mo Yuyan’s sword!】

Thinking of this, He Yimo’s face turned even paler.

But at that moment, the witch beside him suddenly stopped.

She leaned close to He Yimo’s ear, whispering softly, her blood-red enchanting eyes showing a hint of pity and regret:

“What a poor child~”

“For so many years, you’ve been known as a cultivation waste, a playboy. No one truly cares about you, and those girls at Pin Feng Lou only flatter you for your money…”

“Do you remember how the Wuji Sect fairy looked at you?”

“Contempt, disdain, disgust, rejection…”

“He Yimo, don’t you resent your failed life?”

The witch’s gentle whisper was bewitching.

He Yimo wasn’t that pessimistic, but her series of questions ignited many negative emotions within him.

“Actually, being born insignificant isn’t your fault.”

“He Yimo, do you know?”

“Every life in this world, from the moment of birth, has its fate planned by an invisible hand, and different fates naturally determine the high and low status of our lives.”

“For example, me, and you…”

“We are the same kind of people, both pitiful small characters fooled by fate, just insignificant cannon fodder to be discarded at any time under fate’s hand…”

“But I’m not willing to die unnoticed!”

In her last sentence, the witch’s whisper turned cold.

She widened her blood-red eyes, her enchanting and yandere face almost touching He Yimo’s.

Under the witch’s illusion brainwashing, He Yimo felt the same world-weary resentment.

After the anger, the red fox girl raised her hand to caress He Yimo’s cheek, her fierce blood-red eyes returning to a gentle smile:

“Poor little thing~”

“Surely you, like sister, aren’t willing to always be a small character?”

【Listen to sister—】

【Walk forward, open that door, and you’ll have more value than dying as predicted!】

In these last two sentences, Jiang Jinyue revealed her true intentions, her words laced with illusion, each word carrying a suggestive command.

He Yimo resisted with all his might, but his body still moved forward uncontrollably.

Before parting, Jiang Jinyue even made a cheering gesture for him.

Until he pushed open the bathhouse door, He Yimo felt the overwhelming sword’s killing intent, and his eyes finally cleared.

【Damn it—】

【Jiang Jinyue, is this what you call giving cannon fodder more value in death?】

….

Guest room backyard, Spirit Bath Immortal Pool.

Mo Yuyan had already undressed and entered the pool, her snowy southern hemisphere submerged, while the northern hemisphere above the water was covered by a towel, securely hiding the snowy peak.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall into the water, and a few willow branches hung down from the poolside, veiling the fairy’s spring scenery, adding a touch of mystery to her peerless beauty.

“He Yimo?”

“Why is he coming to see me so late?”

Mo Yuyan looked at the changing room door, her gaze gradually turning cold from its initial daze.

With her cultivation level, Mo Yuyan had already sensed the footsteps outside the courtyard half an incense stick ago.

She knew it was He Yimo.

But she didn’t know why he was coming.

So, Mo Yuyan picked up a towel from the poolside, quickly dried herself, then changed into her clothes, sitting by the pool with narrowed eyes, quietly observing the footsteps outside the door.

Until…

Mo Yuyan heard the boy push open the courtyard door, then proceed all the way to the final door of the bathing area.

As soon as he turned this door handle, he would see Mo Yuyan by the pool.

However.

The moment he looked at the door, Mo Yuyan would draw her sword to blind him.

In fact, if she hadn’t played chess with He Yimo at night, having some understanding and conversation, she would have drawn her sword when he opened the first door.

This second door was already her last line.

In terms of reason and emotion, Mo Yuyan didn’t see any point in He Yimo sneaking in at night.

From the chess replay analysis, he clearly wasn’t a simple playboy, and he should know a cultivator’s perception couldn’t be spied on by mortals.

Yet he still did it…

Thinking of this, Mo Yuyan’s heart couldn’t help but feel more tormented.

She had analyzed for so long at night, finally understanding He Yimo’s deliberate loss to her.

Mo Yuyan had even considered, while bathing, whether to nominate He Yimo to accompany her up the mountain to play chess tomorrow.

But He Yimo chose a night raid to seek death?

“Why ruin the last bit of good impression I have of you?”

Mo Yuyan sighed, lowering her eyes, feeling more regret than anger.

As the bathroom door handle turned, the fairy’s sword, Yinshuang, was ready to strike.

Crack——!

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