Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 107

Wei Huan lowered his head, but couldn’t stop his lips from curling up.

He always said he hated Yansui Academy’s red uniforms, but during the inter-academy battle at the sports meet, he was the first one to snatch Yansui’s flag and even forced a kid he knocked out of the match to switch clothes with him. Wei Huan still remembered how confused and bewildered Yang Sheng had looked—asking why he changed outfits and almost mistaking him for an enemy.

Back then, he insisted it was “tactical.”

What a load of cr*p. He just wanted to wear the same uniform as Yun Yongzhou, to sneak over beside him in the chaos, and catch a glimpse of the rare flicker of surprise on his usually unreadable face. It was so fun. He loved seeing Yun Yongzhou full of life. Even if they were fighting during the flag match, move for move, strike for strike—Wei Huan was happy.

When you liked someone, even close combat became a kind of intimacy.

People always saw them as being from opposing camps—one cold and withdrawn, the other wild and unruly—symbols of Yansui and Fuyao’s top strength. But when they wore the same uniform, no longer red and blue, Wei Huan felt that the distance and rivalry between them disappeared. They were just comrades.

No, not even that. It wasn’t that simple.

Just then, the ground began to shake again. Wei Huan lifted his head to look outside the defensive barrier. Though visibility in the blackness was poor, he could clearly sense the earth cracking open once more.

“As expected, that wasn’t all of them,” Yun Yongzhou said, his Xihe Eyes scanning the distance. He could see more than Wei Huan. “The rest are coming out.”

Wei Huan’s heart tightened. He could just barely make out shadowy black figures scrambling out of the ground in a frenzy, and he could hear the dense hissing and panting. Just by the sound, he could tell this wave was far larger than the last—and maybe not even the last one.

He knew their defensive barrier was strong, even by demon standards, but facing that kind of number—there was no guarantee.

Strangely, he felt unusually calm in that moment. Maybe it was that line Yun Yongzhou hinted at: With you, I share the robe. It gave him the strength to go on. It soothed his anxious heart. He watched the Undying climb from the ground—gathering like zombies in a human movie, yet not quite the same.

What was different?

He frowned. Their behavior after emerging wasn’t what he expected. He’d thought their hatred would drive them to seek out and kill him and Yun Yongzhou, but maybe the barrier was hiding their presence—or maybe there was another reason. These Undying showed no sign of attacking.

Instead, they raised their heads, as if searching for something.

Soon, the winged Undying began flying up to the inverted ground above, crawling along the upside-down buildings, frantically climbing higher and higher.

A thought suddenly struck Wei Huan.

“They might have the same goal as us,” he said out loud.

Yun Yongzhou frowned, eyes fixed on those Undying desperately clawing at the walls with their bare hands. Their blades and wind pillars couldn’t break through this place—how could bare hands succeed? But still, the Undying didn’t stop.

“Could it be…” Wei Huan spoke slowly, deep in thought, “that it wasn’t actually the resentment of the Deathless City that tore open the surrounding land and turned this place into a sealed tomb?”

His words coincided exactly with what Yun Yongzhou had been thinking. Yun Yongzhou nodded. The pain relief medicine wasn’t very effective—the searing ache from the miasma corroding his back hadn’t lessened much. He looked in the cardinal directions—east, south, west, and north. Guided by his Xihe Eyes, he noticed something unusual.

“The southern white bone of the guardian beast has been unearthed. Its position has shifted,” he said, pointing toward a direction only he could see. “That must be it. The breach in the seal gave the Undying a chance to resist.”

Just as they thought.

Wei Huan continued, “So the seal’s self-repair mechanism was triggered. Realizing that the Deathless City might resurface, it manually created a new tomb to re-seal them. Talk about bad luck—we just happened to get dragged into it right at that moment.” That’s why this place was so impossible to break through. It wasn’t just soil—it was all infused with seal power.

Thinking this through, it seemed even less likely they could get out.

Yun Yongzhou gave up faster than Wei Huan expected. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, speaking faintly: “Don’t bother struggling. It’s hopeless.” This was a dead-end situation. Even if they managed to escape, the Undying would escape too. That would lead to far greater chaos—and more than just the two of them would die.

Might as well stay buried here.

Hearing this, Wei Huan’s fists clenched on their own.

“There’s no such thing as truly hopeless,” he said firmly.

Yun Yongzhou turned to him slightly, his expression shifting, but he didn’t speak.

“As long as we try, there will always be a result.”

Wei Huan lowered his head and patted himself down, until his gaze landed on his shoulder. He reached up and swiftly removed the military insignia engraved with the crest of the Nine Phoenix clan and held it in his hand. For Shanhai Academy students, their insignias didn’t just record battle merits—they also carried the imprint of their family lineage. For a family like the Nine Phoenixes, who had served in the military for generations, the insignia held deep meaning.

Just holding it made Wei Huan feel the spirits of his ancestors supporting his solitary self. The sharp edge of the emblem dug into his palm, hot and stinging—just like the turmoil within, like the turmoil of the Deathless City.

Yun Yongzhou knew he was thinking, but he couldn’t guess what. He never could see through Wei Huan. On the surface, he seemed to care about nothing, but inside he carried too many people and too many burdens.

“I still want to get out,” Wei Huan said.

—No, he thought, I want you to get out.

“I’ve thought of a way,” he said quickly, knowing Yun Yongzhou’s patience wouldn’t last. “Just hear me out. Since we now know this place is sealed, and that the seal reacts to the positioning of the white bones, then there’s a possible way to open it—manually breaking the seal.”

“Impossible,” Yun Yongzhou interrupted coolly. “Even setting aside the difficulty of breaking the seal from inside—just leaving this barrier means getting swarmed by who knows how many Undying.” He raised an eyebrow. “Which do you think would happen faster? Breaking the seal or us being corroded into a puddle of blood?”

Wei Huan pouted slightly. “You’re always so harsh.” His tone sounded like he was whining, but the expression vanished in an instant, replaced with his usual mischievous grin—because he noticed something: Yun Yongzhou had just said ‘us’. He liked that word.

“Relax, I’ve already thought it through. The plan is to split up. You go break the seal, I’ll draw the Undying away.”

Yun Yongzhou’s expression changed immediately. “You’re insane, that’s—”

“There’s no other choice,” Wei Huan said calmly. “You’re the one with the Xihe Eyes. You can see the bone seals—I can’t. So you have to do it. Besides, you’re injured.”

Yun Yongzhou stared at the wound on Wei Huan’s shoulder, making him uncomfortable, so he smiled again and said, “Mine’s just a scratch. Not like your back. I’ll be healed in no time.” He popped a painkiller in his mouth and stood up, checking where the Undying were. “In a minute, give me more light. Follow behind me so I can see them. I don’t know how much time I can buy you—but I’ll try my best.”

As he finished speaking, Yun Yongzhou saw his hair grow visibly longer—falling to his waist. Blue demonic wind coiled around his body, lifting his ink-black hair into the air.

He was serious. Normally, even in life-threatening situations, Wei Huan never revealed his fully demonized form. He always joked and played around, no matter how bad things got.

“Looking at it this way, our chances aren’t high—but it’s not impossible,” Wei Huan said lightly. “Maybe Yang Sheng and Buyu already brought reinforcements. They’re probably trying to get us out right now. Gotta stay hopeful.”

“What’s there to hope for?” Yun Yongzhou sneered coldly. He simply couldn’t understand Wei Huan’s optimism—so out of place. He was born a pessimist, never hoping for anything. To him, hope was just a foolish delusion. You won because you couldn’t afford to lose. You lost because you weren’t strong enough. That’s all.

“There is hope,” Wei Huan said firmly.

He had to believe that. He turned his back to Yun Yongzhou and closed his eyes, feeling the warmth and light radiating behind him.

That was his hope. And he had to hold onto it tightly—like this.

He couldn’t let that light go out.

Wei Huan opened his eyes again and continued, “If we really do make it out, we’ll need to seal off the Undying immediately—whether it’s with a barrier or another seal. We need to act fast. We trained for wide-area suppression techniques at school. It should work.” Then he turned around, crouched down, and grabbed Yun Yongzhou’s hand, forcing something into it. “Here. Keep this safe for me.”

What?

Yun Yongzhou opened his palm and looked down. It was Wei Huan’s precious insignia.

He frowned. “Why are you giving me this?” A bad feeling welled up inside him—and it got worse after seeing what it was.

He didn’t hate the tragic boldness of a last stand.

He just hated that it was coming from Wei Huan.

Wei Huan shrugged and smiled as he explained, “You know, this is probably the most important thing to me. Who knows, if we succeed this time, I might get to add another mark on it.” His clear blue eyes looked at Yun Yongzhou as the demon markings on his collarbone spread, climbing up toward his jawline. “Help me hold onto it. Just in case I really do get super unlucky…”

—Then at least you’ll keep it for me.

—I just wanted to give it to you.

But he couldn’t say that out loud. He couldn’t think of any other excuse in the moment either, so he casually said, “Just deal with it however you want.”

“Why give it to me?” Yun Yongzhou stared into his eyes, gaze sharp enough to pierce through all pretenses, mercilessly peeling open his heart. Wei Huan smiled openly, but spoke words he didn’t believe, “There’s no one else here, right?” Then, softening his voice like he was pleading, “Please, just hold onto it for me.”

The little emblem sat heavy in Yun Yongzhou’s palm. He knew he shouldn’t accept it. His feelings weren’t pure—as if he were taking advantage of Wei Huan’s obliviousness—but he couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

He wanted to stop Wei Huan’s plan outright. He stood up and said, “You can’t do this alone. I’ll go with you—”

“Who said I’m alone?” Wei Huan cut in smoothly, stepping out of the defensive barrier without giving Yun Yongzhou a chance to stop him. Instantly, eight identical copies of him appeared around him. Standing in the center, he spread his wings, tilted his head to smile at Yun Yongzhou. “There are nine Nine Phoenixs here—more than enough to shield you.”

What was that supposed to mean?

Yun Yongzhou clenched Wei Huan’s battle insignia so tightly that even his molars bit down. He’d seen Wei Huan “stand up for others” countless times—whether for friends, classmates, or total strangers. The idea that Wei Huan would do the same for him—would once again risk his life out of that boundless, indiscriminate kindness—made Yun Yongzhou panic.

“No one asked you to save me!”

“I want to.” Wei Huan turned his back to him. “I’ll save you this time—next time, you can save me.”

The Undying had already sensed him. They turned their heads one by one, locking onto his presence and charging toward him at terrifying speed.

Wei Huan took to the skies. The blue demon wind swirled around him like aurora.

“Next time I’m in danger, I’ll be waiting for you to come save me.”

He’d said far too many things that ended up becoming reality.

The nine Nine Phoenixs flew off in different directions, luring the Undying. They swarmed like vicious wolves toward their prey. The purple-black miasma surged like an endless tide. Wei Huan’s wings beat, blue wind clashing against the miasma, resisting its advance. Just then, the Undying surrounded him, closing in like before. Wei Huan brought his palms together, and a storm of wind blades burst out from his center, spinning outward like a vortex. The air filled with the stench of rot and blood.

Seeing him charge headlong into that hellish mess, Yun Yongzhou had no choice but to accept his plan. He pinned Wei Huan’s emblem to his chest, right beside his own. In the darkness, his Xihe Eyes allowed him to see the four sealing points of the guardian beasts. They were buried deep beneath the earth. Since the southern one had already shifted, that was where he’d start.

At the moment he made up his mind, the defensive barrier around him shattered and disappeared. He spread his wings and flew toward his target at top speed.

But his life force quickly attracted the Undying. They crawled and sprinted toward him in droves. Behind him, a net of radiant blades formed, and a long glowing spear appeared in his hand. Just as he was about to plunge it into the earth hiding the beast’s bones, several half-reformed Undying lunged at him. Yun Yongzhou reacted instantly, conjuring a light sword in his left hand to defend—but it wasn’t needed.

Blue wind blades sliced through the air, severing the black arms reaching toward him.

Wei Huan landed behind him, right foot stepping back, not turning around. “Go!”

It was his real body—Yun Yongzhou could tell.

There was no time to think. Yun Yongzhou drove the spear into the ground. The buried demon bones snapped under the force, and the ground rumbled violently. As the spear withdrew, golden flames of the true golden crow ignited on the southern bones, reducing them to ash in an instant.

Success.

He quickly looked up to check on Wei Huan, only to see him caught in the middle of a sea of Undying, flashes of blue demon light shining through the mass. He clearly saw the miasma invading Wei Huan’s arm, and panic surged in his chest. He rushed forward. “Wei Huan!”

“Don’t come over!” Wei Huan shouted, gripping his wind blades tightly, surrounded by spinning wind. “I’m fine! There are still three more! Go!”

Yun Yongzhou had never felt so torn. But he knew—if he didn’t go now, they would both die here in this tomb.

Seeing Yun Yongzhou, just as he’d hoped, fly toward the western seal, Wei Huan finally relaxed.

But many Undying had already begun chasing after Yun Yongzhou too. Wei Huan couldn’t rest for even a second. Then, to his surprise, golden light blades appeared out of thin air, weaving into his blue wind barrier, making it denser, stronger, unbreakable.

He looked toward Yun Yongzhou’s retreating figure, and a strange sense of certainty settled in his heart.

With Wei Huan’s true body and eight clones drawing away the enemy, Yun Yongzhou managed to slip past the Undying and miasma. Protected by the light blades, he reached the western seal and destroyed the guardian bones there, igniting them with golden crow fire. The Deathless City shook violently. Buildings collapsed one by one, crushing Undying beneath the debris.

Dodging falling structures, Yun Yongzhou made his way to the northern seal. That guardian’s bones were buried especially deep—it took him three attempts to finally break them. Everything was going smoother than he had anticipated.

He turned back to look for Wei Huan and saw him moving at incredible speed, his bright blue eyes glowing in the darkness. His entire body was fully demonized, covered in demonic markings, radiating a deep blue aura only seen in moments of deadly battle.

“We’ll succeed.”

There was still one more—just one last one. He flew toward the final point. The last beast’s white bones loomed before him. He gripped the light spear tightly in both hands, body sinking as he thrust it fiercely upward—when suddenly, the tallest building came crashing down.

He heard Wei Huan’s startled scream and instinctively turned his head.

“Wei Huan!” In that instant, his heart was yanked straight into the abyss, as if plunged into an icy pit.

Panic hit him hard—harder than he expected. He couldn’t think. He just wanted to reach Wei Huan’s side. But the next second, Yun Yongzhou felt something seize his neck, the miasma nearly brushing against his skin.

This is bad.

Yet in the blink of an eye, that pulling sensation vanished. He turned his head and saw the undead creature’s body falling backward. Blue demon light flared in all directions from behind the dark figure, shattered corpse parts scattering across the ground. Only then did he see the panting Wei Huan—left hand clutching his right arm, right hand holding a wind blade.

“What are you doing? That was just one of my avatars.” Wei Huan was confused by Yun Yongzhou’s distraction, but the current situation left no room for explanation. More undead surged at them, and he had no choice but to throw himself back into the fight.

Yun Yongzhou’s heart pounded wildly—he didn’t know if it was because he had misjudged the situation or because Wei Huan had appeared just now. The feeling was terrifying. It overwhelmed all his senses.

He was genuinely scared.

The Deathless City was about to collapse. Time was running out. Because the two of them were so close together, they drew more undead than usual. Wei Huan had no choice but to fight desperately—his eyes nearly turned red from the slaughter.

They had to succeed. There could be no failure.

Yun Yongzhou poured all his demon power into the light spear in his hands. The battle emblem on his chest gleamed brightly under golden light.

The sharp light spear drove forcefully into the earth. Through Xihe’s golden pupils, he clearly saw the white bones shatter to pieces. As he pulled out the spear, raging flames erupted. In that instant, the sealed ceiling above exploded with a thunderous boom—crumbling, breaking apart, stones and buildings falling like a hailstorm.

Sunlight burst through in that moment.

“We did it.” Yun Yongzhou’s first instinct was to shield Wei Huan with a defensive barrier. But unexpectedly, Wei Huan rose into the air. A powerful wave of demon energy exploded from his body, the blue demon light spreading through the dusty air, nearly engulfing the entire ruined Deathless City.

This was the strongest demon power Yun Yongzhou had ever seen from Wei Huan.

Nine versions of Wei Huan closed their eyes and activated their spirit energy. Their combined demon power wove a blue demon array in the sky. Yun Yongzhou instantly understood what he was about to do.

“Elemental Wind Control—”

As soon as they spoke, the wind from outside was pulled in, forming nine howling storms in this chaotic place. The moment Wei Huan opened his eyes, a piercing light burst from his collarbone. The next second, the towering storms transformed into massive blue wind pillars.

No, not just wind pillars—

Each one landed in front of the fleeing undead, shaking the ground with a heavy rumble. They eventually formed a vast blue prison. Between the wind pillars were unbreakable barriers. Any undead that came close would feel intense, searing pain. The return of light seemed to lessen the resentment on their bodies. Slowly, they began to calm, lifting their blank white eyes to gaze at the now indistinct sky.

Wei Huan hovered silently in midair, breathing heavily, his eyes exhausted as he looked down at these undead beings who once again saw the light. His eight avatars returned one by one to his body. Finally, he looked at the disheveled Yun Yongzhou and gave him a weak smile.

“What did I say? We succe—”

Before he could finish, he passed out. His wings, no longer controlled, couldn’t support him, and he fell from the sky. Yun Yongzhou immediately rushed forward and caught him midair.

Wei Huan’s body was covered in blood. His arms, legs, neck, even his waist had been corroded by miasma. He had so many wounds they couldn’t be counted. His gray uniform was tattered and soaked with blood. Of all their missions together, this was the worst injury he’d ever suffered.

“Wei Huan.” Yun Yongzhou used the spirit of the Golden Crow to protect his soul and carried him out of the blue wind prison, holding his chilling body among the ruins.

Voices came from nearby—it was reinforcements. The arriving combat troops were stunned. They gaped at the towering wind prison, at the densely packed undead inside. They looked at each other in disbelief—two students who hadn’t even graduated had subdued these immortal monsters?

Yun Yongzhou had only one thought in his mind. He grabbed the Group leader and asked, “Where’s the medical unit?!”

“C-coming!” The soldier, startled by Yun Yongzhou’s intense presence, pointed in another direction. “Back there!”

Without another word, Yun Yongzhou picked up Wei Huan and carried him to the medical vehicle. The medics were also shocked when they saw the extent of his injuries.

“How did he get hurt this badly?”

With every word they spoke, Yun Yongzhou’s heart ached even more.

A Tianxing Jingmu removed a broad leaf from its body. The leaf spun in the air, conjuring a green wind that blew away the remnants of miasma from Wei Huan. Seeing this, a healing herb spirit nearby immediately used its own demon energy to treat Wei Huan’s corroded wounds.

Inside the vehicle was also a Jiuli Bright Demon. She approached Yun Yongzhou and asked, “Are you alright? Want me to check you over?”

Yun Yongzhou silently shook his head, his eyes fixed only on Wei Huan.

“He’s awake—thank goodness.”

Wei Huan slowly opened his eyes with a frown. The pain made it hard to breathe. As his eyes adjusted, he saw many unfamiliar demons from Jiahui Academy, and he seemed a bit confused. He mumbled, “Yun Yongzhou…?”

Hearing his voice, Yun Yongzhou immediately approached. He wanted to say “I’m here,” but something about it felt strange, so he stayed silent and just looked at him.

Wei Huan tried hard to lift his head and reached out his hand, using all his strength to pinch Yun Yongzhou’s arm.

Yun Yongzhou didn’t understand—he winced in pain, frowning slightly.

“It’s real…” Wei Huan relaxed his head back onto the pillow and broke into a grin. “I wasn’t dreaming.”

His injuries were severe, and the medical team insisted on transferring him to the hospital. Yun Yongzhou stayed with him the entire time, only leaving once he was sure Wei Huan had been settled into a hospital room. Standing outside by the window, he looked in at him—and, without meaning to, saw his own reflection in the glass. Reflected on his chest were two war emblems, side by side.

Wei Huan, too pained to sleep, craned his neck toward the door.

Where was Yun Yongzhou? Had he really left? That heartless guy.

Just as he finished cursing him silently in his head, the door opened. That familiar demon aura—Wei Huan knew it too well. He immediately slumped weakly against the bedframe and began moaning pitifully.

Yun Yongzhou, also covered in injuries, carried a strong scent of blood as he approached. Wei Huan barely opened a slit of his eyes, faking surprise and vulnerability: “You came…”

“Mm.” Yun Yongzhou remained cold as ever.

“Sit down.”

“No need.”

With a flick of his hand, Yun Yongzhou tossed something that traced a gleaming arc through the air. Wei Huan instinctively reached out to catch it, and only then realized he was acting far too lively. After catching it, he feebly slumped back down again. Opening his hands, he saw—it was the war emblem he’d previously entrusted to Yun Yongzhou for safekeeping.

“Keep it safe.”

For some reason, seeing the emblem back in his hands, Wei Huan felt a small pang of loss.

“Oh… thanks.”

Yun Yongzhou turned to leave. That moment, Wei Huan’s sense of disappointment peaked—like cold seawater submerging him completely. But after just a few steps, Yun Yongzhou actually stopped again.

“Don’t give something like that to someone else so easily next time.”

He didn’t say the rest of what he meant—felt it would be too direct.

Something like this, once handed over, was the same as giving up one’s life.

He didn’t want Wei Huan to throw away his life. Didn’t want him to rush out recklessly again.

What Yun Yongzhou didn’t know was—this little war emblem meant more to Wei Huan than just throwing caution to the wind. It represented the honor of the Nine Phoenix clan. It was the brightest symbol of his life.

It was his own symbol.

“I won’t,” Wei Huan smiled like an eternal child, “I’ll only cause trouble for you.”

This Nine Phoenix emblem—I’ll only ever give it to you.

Memory surged over Wei Huan like a tide, drowning his body, his soul, his entire consciousness. Past scenes floated like a fog on the verge of dissolving, gradually dispersing before his eyes. His heart ached densely, painfully. Blue light faded where his fingertips touched the villa window. The second layer of the barrier was undone, and with a soft “pop,” the small window flipped open.

Inside was a small silver emblem, engraved with the Nine Phoenix crest. It shimmered in the sunlight.

He clenched his back molars, holding back tears through sheer force of will. Vision blurred, Wei Huan reached out and took the emblem, his whole body trembling. He wiped off the dust. The emblem was just as it had been back then, even if everything else had changed.

Clutching it tightly in his hand, he finally uncovered the truth long buried deep in his heart. He hadn’t betrayed anyone. He hadn’t given up the honor of the Nine Phoenix clan. This emblem—he had only ever wanted to give it to Yun Yongzhou. It was the best proof—not just of his innocence, but a crystal-clear confirmation of his own heart.

He had once wanted to offer Yun Yongzhou his nervous, hidden, beating heart. He had spent countless sleepless nights carving and fitting together a future and a sense of home. He wanted to give him the freedom of the wind, the courage of conviction, and a lifetime of glory.

Wei Huan let out a bitter laugh.

He had actually forgotten—that he once loved so fiercely.