Chapter 61: A Familiar Silhouette

Yang Fan pressed his hand against Lu Yuxi’s navel, channeling his spiritual energy to expel the medicinal effects from her body.

Throughout this process, Lu Yuxi’s hands never ceased moving, continuously caressing and touching Yang Fan’s body.

Had it been any other man, faced with such a situation, he would surely have found it irresistible.

But Yang Fan was different. As a cultivator, his determination was far greater than that of ordinary people.

No matter how Lu Yuxi touched him, she could not stir his desires.

Focusing his mind and gathering his energy, Yang Fan concentrated fully on helping Lu Yuxi purge the drug from her system.

As the medicine was gradually dispelled, Lu Yuxi’s movements slowed until, at last, she lay peacefully on the ground.

His spiritual power was overly taxed; beads of sweat covered Yang Fan’s forehead, and his body felt drained.

If his cultivation had reached the middle stage of Qi Refining, he wouldn’t have found it so exhausting.

He dressed Lu Yuxi, then sat cross-legged to recover his energy.

About five minutes later, Lu Yuxi awoke from her dazed state.

The first thing she saw was a familiar back.

Looking at the figure before her, her expression grew agitated. She suddenly sat up and hugged Yang Fan tightly.

“Yang Fan, is that you?” her voice trembled, emotion bright in her eyes.

That back was all too familiar to her.

“Yang Fan, I don’t want a divorce anymore. Please come back, I miss you so much.” Her arms clung to Yang Fan, tears streaming down as she pleaded.

Yang Fan’s body stiffened at her embrace.

He didn’t understand why Lu Yuxi was acting this way.

Could it be that she still harbored feelings for him?

Yang Fan was bewildered, unable to make sense of it.

But they were already divorced; he did not wish to be entangled with her any longer.

All he wanted now was to cultivate in peace, leave this world as soon as possible, and return to the universe.

“You’ve got the wrong person, miss. I’m not Yang Fan.” He gently pried her hands away.

“You’re lying. You are Yang Fan. I could never forget your voice,” she insisted, hugging him again, her cheek pressed to his back.

Freeing himself from her arms, Yang Fan turned to face her. “Look closely, I am not the Yang Fan you speak of. My name is Yang Jian, a security guard at your school.”

Stunned, Lu Yuxi froze, her expression blank.

The man before her looked nothing like Yang Fan. Disappointment welled up inside her.

His back and voice were so similar—why wasn’t he Yang Fan?

A bitter, self-mocking laugh escaped her lips. “It seems I was just imagining things. He must really hate me now.”

“Hurry and call the police. I’ll be leaving now,” Yang Fan said, brushing the dust from his clothes as he stood and walked away.

At his words, Lu Yuxi suddenly remembered she’d been kidnapped. She quickly checked herself and found nothing amiss.

Then she noticed Zhou Yang unconscious nearby.

“What is he doing here?” she asked in confusion.

“He’s the mastermind who hired others to kidnap you. As for his motive, you should know best.” Yang Fan’s tone was cool. “Remember, don’t mention seeing me. I don’t want any trouble.”

Lu Yuxi nodded blankly.

She realized this security guard was no ordinary person; there was something mysterious about him.

She glanced at Zhou Yang lying next to her, a wave of disgust rising in her heart.

Quickly, she took out her phone and called the police.

Suddenly, she noticed the pendant at her chest.

“A pendant?” She was stunned.

Hadn’t she lost the pendant?

But what happened next astonished her.

The pendant in her hand emitted a faint light, then vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

“Who exactly is Yang Fan?” Lu Yuxi wondered, shaken.

So the pendant had never been lost—it had been with her all along.

She felt a comforting energy emanating from her neck.

Lu Yuxi made a silent vow: she would find Yang Fan no matter what.

After she called the police, they arrived quickly.

In the end, both Lu Yuxi and Zhou Yang were taken to the police station.

When Lu Yuxi learned that the three kidnappers had been killed, she was shocked.

She suspected it was that security guard who had done it.

As to why, she had no idea.

She recounted her ordeal, but when asked how she was saved, she only said she awoke to find Zhou Yang unconscious beside her.

The police could find nothing suspicious.

As for who had rescued Lu Yuxi, there was no way to know.

After all, Lu Yuxi claimed she had been drugged and was not in her right mind.

The deals and call records between Zhou Yang and the kidnappers were uncovered, and the charge of kidnapping was confirmed.

When Yang Fan returned to the school, he was asked if he had caught up with the kidnappers. He replied that he had not and could not find them.

No one doubted Yang Fan, for the perpetrators had fled by car, and he could not have caught them on foot.

Five days later, all the yellow hemp he needed had been collected.

With the materials ready, he could set up the formation and begin searching for spirit stones.

During his daytime patrols at the school, he took the opportunity to dig formation nodes around the teachers’ dormitory building.

Once preparations were complete, he placed the inscribed formation talismans into the nodes.

Activating the talismans, the array covered the entire ground beneath the teachers’ dormitory.

At night, Yang Fan began digging a tunnel from his own room toward the dormitory.

He stored the excavated earth in his storage ring, disposing of it far away the next day.

Fortunately, with the storage ring, he didn’t need to worry about handling the removed soil.

Being a cultivator, digging was not difficult for Yang Fan. In two days, he reached beneath the teachers’ dormitory.

Once there, he continued digging downward.

Over five days, he dug more than two hundred meters deep.

Thanks to the formation, no water seeped in underground.

He began to sense for any spiritual energy below.

As his energy spread through the earth, Yang Fan finally detected a faint fluctuation.

“The direction leads to the girls’ dormitory—it must be over there,” Yang Fan thought, excitement stirring in his heart.

At last, he had found a trace of spiritual energy—his efforts had not been in vain.

Over the next three days, Yang Fan continued digging toward the girls’ dormitory.

“Why is there a Spirit Suppression Talisman here?” Yang Fan stared at the palm-sized jade tablet before him, puzzled.

The talisman emitted a faint spiritual fluctuation, clearly worn down by the passage of time, its energy nearly depleted.

“If I replenish it, this talisman can still be used.” Finding the Spirit Suppression Talisman, Yang Fan stopped digging.

He brought the talisman with him back to the surface.

The following evening, Yang Fan had night patrol duty. He left his dormitory at ten.

Shortly after, a chilling laugh echoed up from the tunnel beneath his room.

“Kekeke, after a thousand years, I, the vengeful ghost Chou, am finally free!” A figure drifted up from below.

If Yang Fan had been present, he would have seen that the figure was nothing but a soul.

The moment the spirit appeared, the room’s temperature plummeted, suffused with an eerie, sinister aura.