Reborn as a succubus - Chapter 11

Why is it that even in the dream, the final impression Chu Yan gives him is still “definitely a virgin”?

Xi Che could feel that in this dream he indeed had some indescribable experiences with Chu Yan, but for some reason, he had no feeling at all about what happened afterward. All he could judge by were the shaking of the bed curtains and the continuous creaking sounds… If he really had felt it, he probably would have been in unbearable pain.

…Damn virgin.

But this was clearly his own dream, so why did he still have to dream of being treated so roughly by Chu Yan? It made no sense at all.

Xi Che opened his eyes. A little kitten was sniffing around his mouth, startling him. He sighed and leaned back into the pillow, reaching out to gently stroke the fur on the back of Bai Hu’s neck, running his hand along the cat’s body from head to tail tip.

He rarely stroked Bai Hu like this. Although Bai Hu was a tiger, he still belonged to the cat family. Being stroked like this made him comfortable enough to stretch his tail.

Despite the reluctant, tsundere expression on his face.

“Hmph.”

Bai Hu chuckled, “Dreaming of Chu Yan again?”

Hearing that, Xi Che sat up in surprise: “I thought you couldn’t see my dreams?”

Bai Hu shook his head and said, “I can’t see them, but I can hear them. You were just talking in your sleep, kept calling ‘Brother Yu, Brother Yu ’… so it’s obvious you dreamed of him.”

Xi Che’s face flushed slightly. He grabbed a T-shirt nearby and put it on. Bai Hu said again, “Sounds like it was a sweet dream. You seem softer now.”

 Normally if he saw Xi Che stepping on his chest, he would probably throw him off, not act like this today.

Xi Che didn’t want to hear about “dreams” anymore. He used these dreams as a painkiller to fool himself; to explain it openly was always embarrassing.

He glanced at the clock on the bedside table — he had slept for nearly two hours during this nap.

…Better get up quickly, it was almost time for assembly.

At Yujing Academy, every afternoon the first class required students to visit the main hall and pay respects to the God of Light. Being late for class might just mean detention, but being late for the worship ceremony risked expulsion.

Xi Che rushed and arrived at the hall at the very last second. Students were lined up, one by one kneeling before the statue of the God of Light. He hurried to the end of the line. The teacher in charge of roll call glared sternly at him and ticked his name on the roster.

He pretended not to notice and seriously followed the other students to the statue.

The statue was about three meters tall, gleaming gold — whether gilded or painted with gold powder, it was considered a “golden body.” But the statue bore no resemblance to the real Chu Yan; it was an old man with a long beard and a tall hat — this was the mortal realm’s conception of the God of Light’s image.

He really didn’t understand Chu Yan’s problem — when revealing his divine form to the believers, it was like this? Why not show the handsome side?

The mortal world couldn’t know the gods’ true appearances without them conveying the image — through dreams or other means. When many people imagined a god with a certain image, that became the god’s image.

Xi Che stood before the statue, shaking his head and sighing.

His small actions would be nothing on a normal day, but today was special — the statue actually contained the true god.

Chu Yan, having come down to the mortal realm rarely, knew his believers would worship here, so on a whim he entered his golden body. Worshiping a true god felt very different from worshiping a statue. The students kneeling that day all felt a subtle difference — hard to describe, just a warm, comfortable sensation throughout their bodies.

If Xi Che had worshiped Chu Yan’s statue before, he surely would have felt the difference. Knowing gods well, he might have guessed Chu Yan’s true form had descended.

But unfortunately, this was his first worship, so he thought it was just the heating system warming the hall.

Xi Che’s unusual reaction caught Chu Yan’s attention.

“What are you standing there for? Kneel down now!”

Xi Che was lost in thought when suddenly the teacher beside him whispered sternly.

He was stunned. Looking at the teacher, then the statue, he pointed at himself in disbelief: “Kneel? Me? To him?”

Come on, a joke — they were peers. Bowing to his golden form was already respectful enough. Now he had to kneel?

Xi Che was shocked, staring at the teacher’s expression in horror — listen to what he just said! This was blatant disrespect to the God of Light!

Luckily, he came to his senses quickly. He was no longer the master of the Pimi Hall, but an incubus disguised as a human and a loyal worshiper of the God of Light. It was better to kneel obediently and avoid trouble…

Before the teacher could blow up, Xi Che reluctantly knelt before the huge statue — on one knee.

He could only give in that far.

He pressed his palms together and bowed to the statue, muttering like a mosquito, “This kneeling you owe me. You have to pay me back later.”

Having just committed “blasphemy” in his dreams… no, was it being blasphemed by a god, and now he had to kneel… he felt uncomfortable inside and out.

Damn it.

This little episode was, of course, completely seen by Chu Yan in the statue.

Chu Yan knew many humans were not sincere when worshiping gods, but they at least acted devout in the God of Light’s hall. He had never seen anyone dare to be so blasphemous right before his golden form.

Normally, some punishment should be given.

But Chu Yan was not petty toward ordinary humans. Among believers, he was known for “tolerance.” Many so-called “disrespect” or “blasphemy” acts didn’t bother him.

Also, because of the dream last night, his mood was good. Such minor “disrespect” he could just ignore.

What intrigued him more was what the human before him said: “This kneeling you owe me.” What did that mean?

Such bold words — daring to say a god owed him?

Since this was a daily worship ceremony, the process was simple: everyone took turns kneeling before Chu Yan’s golden statue, then recited a prayer together, and it ended. Xi Che blended into the students as they exited the hall.

Chu Yan kept watching him from the start and followed discreetly after he left.

He didn’t understand why he did this, but some unknown force made him want to find out more.

Xi Che seriously considered that if he wanted to investigate the Tiger Talisman issue, he should start with Rong Shi. He needed to figure out how the tattoo on his body came to be. If it was random, no big deal. But if it was exactly the same pattern as the great talisman, that would be a problem.

The great talisman’s pattern was unique. Without the original or pattern, it was impossible to replicate perfectly.

This implied one possibility — his Tiger Talisman had reappeared in this world.

Only Xi Che knew how troublesome his belongings were. The Tiger Talisman might be fine in his hands, but if it fell into someone else’s, who knew what evil would be done.

He didn’t want to hear, even 200 years after his death, people blaming him for causing trouble in the Three Realms.

“You’re notorious for causing trouble in the Three Realms already. Why still care?”

Bai Hu’s voice spoke again in his mind. Xi Che rolled his eyes and didn’t bother telling him to shut up. He moved forward with the crowd, trying to find Rong Shi.

But after passing several people, he suddenly felt someone slip something into his palm. He reflexively caught it, then looked around sharply. But the surrounding students had just left the God of Light hall, so he didn’t know who gave it.

He stood amidst the crowd, confused and half amused. His alertness had become so low… But since he had it, he might as well see what it was.

He struggled through the crowd and found a quieter place. He took out the item — it was a crumpled paper ball. He unfolded it; two lines were written:

“See you at 9 PM tonight, gymnasium.”

Xi Che twitched at the two lines, wondering if it was sent to the wrong person. He didn’t recall making any such appointment…

Ah, he remembered — he had promised Yuan Ting to join the Military Overseers. Could it be they sent this?

Although they forcibly conscripted people everywhere, they were still official court agents. Why use such a mysterious method to meet him?

Was it to avoid detection by other clans?

He couldn’t figure it out and decided to burn the paper on a candle first. It was still early; he would confirm with Rong Shi first and meet whoever gave the note tonight.

He skipped two classes and headed straight to Rong Shi’s dorm. Instead of forcing him to speak, he thought investigating the dorm might be easier.

Rong Shi’s dorm wasn’t a secret place. It was class time, so entering it was not difficult.

But Xi Che expected finding Rong Shi’s secret to be hard — unexpectedly, Rong Shi placed such a secret item in the most obvious spot.

As soon as he entered, Xi Che saw a small altar against the wall. Although covered by a cloth curtain, the object on it was recognizable — a memorial tablet.

He yanked the curtain away and was shocked by the familiar name on the tablet:

— “The Honored Position of the Decree-Granted War God, Tenth Court Demon King, Lord Shen, Asas.”

…

Having the memorial tablet of himself, this great demon, in the God of Light’s Yujing Academy — wasn’t that tempting death quickly?

Xi Che stared at the tablet, so angry his lips trembled. He grabbed the tablet, ready to smash it on the ground. What were these demons thinking? He had been dead so long but still couldn’t rest in peace. How many black marks did they want him to carry?

Bai Hu’s voice suddenly sounded in his mind, “You’re ruthless, even smashing your own memorial tablet. This guy is a demon; what’s wrong with worshiping you, a demon War God?”

Xi Che was fuming and shouted, “But this is the God of Light’s territory!”

“Oh… so you just can’t bear to let your Brother Yu lose face.”

“…” Damn, he was too lazy to argue further.

But smashing the tablet here was useless — it would only alert others.

Trying to calm down, Xi Che wanted to put the tablet back, but his fingers accidentally touched the back. There were carvings he hadn’t noticed before. Curious, he flipped it over and saw the Tiger Talisman imprint carved into it.

…

Staring at the mark for a long time, Xi Che gently stroked the pattern — it was definitely the great talisman, not a single line wrong.

A chill ran through his limbs — his worst fear had come true… the Tiger Talisman had reappeared. This was not a good sign.

Just as he was emotionally confused, a flash of golden light suddenly appeared outside the door. Xi Che looked up sharply, “Who’s there?!”

The golden light appeared for only an instant, and disappeared by the time he looked again. But this phenomenon wasn’t the first time — it wasn’t an illusion like the one on the sports field!

Xi Che immediately chased after it.

The corridor was empty, no one in sight.

Standing in the middle of the corridor, he frowned deeply — the Tiger Talisman, the unknown golden light, the incubi… what was the connection?

A human-run academy actually had so many factions. It seemed that after two hundred years, the world’s balance had changed drastically…