Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 108

After explaining the divination charm Wei Huan had found and Bai Xiucheng’s plot, Yun Yongzhou gave them no chance to breathe and directly revealed his identity as the leader of the Rebels.

The information was so overwhelming, everyone was stunned speechless for a long moment.

Yang Ling was so shocked, her fingertips were literally sparking. “Crackle, pop.” She clutched her twin ponytails, snuffing out the sparks with nervous fingers. “I… I think my brain is too small to hold all this.”

Jing Yun tried to speak, but he stuttered from shock. “Yun Yongzhou-Yun Yongzhou-Yun Yongzhou instructor…”
Before he could finish, Yang Sheng covered his mouth: “Don’t talk. I wasn’t nervous before, but you’re making me nervous now.”

He looked at Yun Yongzhou and shook his head in disbelief: “You really kept it hidden. I never suspected a thing. That day when the underground organization sabotaged Yun Ting’s election, I even told my coworker, ‘That guy’s bad*ss.’ Never thought it was you. D*mn, that’s wild.”

Yang Ling’s eyes flicked instinctively toward Yan Shanyue and was surprised to find she didn’t seem shocked at all. She whispered: “Sister Shanyue, did you already guess?”

Yan Shanyue lowered her eyes with a smile. “Kind of.”

“Kind of?” Jing Yun, who overheard, grew even more curious. “What do you mean? About the principal or Instructor Yun?”

“I suspected the principal’s stance, but didn’t expect him to be the mastermind. As for Instructor Yun’s identity…” Yan Shanyue glanced at Yun Yongzhou. “When I was investigating the Nine-Tails Corporation, I nearly got caught. At that life-or-death moment, Instructor Yun saved me. I think… he regretted stepping in after that—it exposed who he was.”

Yun Yongzhou’s face didn’t show much expression. “You can keep your mouth shut—I’m not worried.”

“No wonder,” Yang Sheng suddenly understood. “No wonder you managed to get so much evidence of the tycoons colluding with Yun Ting. Turns out it was little agent Shanyue helping you from behind the scenes.”

“Mm.” Yun Yongzhou gave a small nod and turned his face to look at Qing He, who had been silent the entire time. Qing He also looked up at him, his gaze complicated.

“Surprised?”

Qing He made a face like he wanted to say something but stopped. He reached out, covered Yun Yongzhou’s face, and carefully looked him up and down, comparing him with the image of the “boss” in his mind.

“Unexpected, but not unreasonable.” He lowered his hand and furrowed his brow. “But I really never suspected before—who would’ve thought the leader of a rebel group was actually the son of the Prime Minister of the Demon Domain?”

Jing Yun laughed, his tone innocent. “Well, no one would’ve guessed the rebel group’s tech guy was the former Prime Minister of Fanzhou’s son either.”

“That’s true,” Qing He also laughed.

“A real den of hidden dragons and crouching tigers,” Yang Sheng joked.

Just then, Yang Ling’s student ring lit up with a red alert. She opened the message: “Another demon puppet sighting at Kunlun Void Municipal Square.” The previously relaxed atmosphere instantly turned tense.

“I got it too!” Jing Yun showed them his ring. Yan Shanyue also received it. “The school must be urgently summoning the combat prep teams.”

“Not just that,” Yang Sheng closed his communication channel. “I got it too.”

Qing He was a little surprised. “Even instructors? Looks like this isn’t a small incident.”

“If we don’t go now, it’s against school regulations. Are we going?” Jing Yun looked to the others. Qing He patted his shoulder. “You guys go. Wei Huan’s whereabouts are still unknown—I’ll stay behind.” Then he gestured toward Yun Yongzhou. “Besides, he’s definitely going too, so don’t worry.”

But just then, Yan Shanyue, who had accessed the Municipal Square’s surveillance records, suddenly spoke up. “No. We all have to go.”

Qing He turned around in surprise and saw Yan Shanyue lift her head, eyes grim. “Xie Tianfa has escaped.”

Yun Yongzhou’s gaze instantly turned cold. The thing he feared most had still happened. After confirming Bai Xiucheng’s stance, he had already felt like they had missed something. But with his mind full of Wei Huan, he hadn’t had the bandwidth to investigate. And now, at this critical moment, the overlooked weapon had struck without warning.

Seeing Yun Yongzhou begin to activate a barrier, Yang Sheng asked: “You’re not waiting for Wei Huan?”

A red barrier glowed before Yun Yongzhou’s eyes. “Xie Tianfa was let out on purpose by Bai Ze—we can’t just sit and wait. Besides,” he looked at Yang Sheng, “If he’s at the Municipal Square, that means Wei Huan is alone at the Nine Phoenix ancestral tomb. That’s safer for him.”

“And I trust his ability—he’ll be fine.”

Yun Yongzhou really had changed. Yang Sheng thought silently, then opened his own barrier. “Let’s move, everyone.”

***

The situation at the Municipal Square was worse than they’d expected. By the time they arrived, the square was already in chaos—demon puppets of all shapes and forms attacking from the sky and underground, showing no mercy. Fleeing civilians filled the plaza—most were young, dressed similarly.

Yan Shanyue stepped on something by accident. Looking down, she saw a bloodstained protest sign with a slogan calling for the complete purging of corrupt governance.

“Looks like they chose to strike during a protest on purpose,” Yan Shanyue said.

Light blades appeared around Yun Yongzhou in an instant. “Still not tired of pulling the ol’ bait-and-switch trick, huh?”

Hearing that, Yang Sheng quickly caught on. “Everyone knows the former government’s stance on demon puppets. If they release demon puppets to attack protesters now, people will definitely blame the current government—thinking they’re no different, still colluding with Fanzhou and the demon puppets. But in truth, these puppets aren’t—”

“Bai Xiucheng is likely the true mastermind behind the demon puppet project. Song Chengkang was just a pawn—used and manipulated.”

“No wonder…” Yang Sheng’s heart sank. “So that’s why they deployed the Shanhai combat troops now. What a flawless self-directed performance.”

Around them—on fountains, gardens, plaza sculptures—barrier circles of different colors lit up everywhere. The Shanhai combat troops had rushed here completely unaware, all with the single goal of saving civilians from danger. But no one had realized—they were all just pawns in a political power game.

Yan Shanyue let out a cold laugh. “At a time like this, we come charging in as the Shanhai combat troops and become the heroes in everyone’s eyes. That’s nothing. What’s scary is—we believe we’re heroes too, doing the work of justice.”

Realizing this made Yang Sheng’s scalp tingle. He couldn’t believe that the principal he had always respected was such a schemer. Every Shanhai student here had once believed firmly in Bai Xiucheng’s leadership and decisions. But now it seemed, everything he had done was just paving a path—for himself. And not just a path to wealth or status, but to supreme rule.

Qing He looked around frantically. At this point, he didn’t care about the power struggle anymore. He only wanted to find Xie Tianfa.

“Qing He, don’t panic,” Jing Yun tried to comfort him. “He’ll be okay.”

Just as Qing He shakily finished loading his gun, a light-tether suddenly wrapped around his wrist. Startled, he looked up at the person responsible. “What are you doing?”

Yun Yongzhou said coldly, “If something happens to you, Wei Huan won’t be happy.”

A few high-combat demon puppets charged at them, launching venom from a distance. Yan Shanyue reacted fast, quickly weaving a defensive barrier from foxfire to block the poisonous spray. Yang Ling flew into the air and hurled blazing lotus fire from her palms. Explosions rang out—their arms and wings were blown apart, blood and mucus gushing—but they still writhed and struggled.

Just as Yang Ling was about to strike again, beams of golden light suddenly shot through, piercing specific points on the puppets’ bodies. They fell from the sky, hit the ground, and after a final twitch—went still.

The light blades returned to Yun Yongzhou’s side. He spread his wings. “Attack the demon heart.”

Yang Ling immediately nodded. “Understood.”

A large group of protesters had been cornered in front of the plaza sculpture by dozens of demon puppets hovering above. If they tried to flee, they would be burned by the fire-breathing beasts. Yan Shanyue calmly walked over from where she stood, tied up her long hair, and when a rapidly charging ground-wolf demon puppet brushed past her, she simply waved her arm—her highly controlled foxfire blasted the wolf away.

Her nine tails grew out in an instant, almost five meters tall. The snowy-white fox tails emitted a cold, blue foxfire that took control of all the firebird demon puppets circling in the air. The foxfire spread and wrapped around them, compressing and clustering them into one place, as if hauled up by a tight net.

“Run!” she called out to the terrified civilians. Her slender hand clenched, and with a backward swing of her arm, all the firebird demon puppets wrapped in foxfire were flung far and high into the sky. Golden light blades appeared, like a barrage of homing torpedoes, piercing each demon core one by one.

There were still many demon puppets in the sky, dense as a flock of birds blotting out the sun. Yang Sheng summoned his spirit energy and rose into the air. Several purple tornadoes instantly formed. These winged puppets couldn’t withstand such powerful winds and were swept up one after another. Yang Ling’s lotus fire followed up, striking them down in one sweep.

Jing Yun, sticking close to Qing He, relied purely on hand-to-hand combat to prevent the demon puppets from getting close. The rescue effort proceeded smoothly. Aside from them, the other Shanhai combat team members were also fighting with all their strength.

Yun Yongzhou calmly controlled his light blades—but the next second, he sensed a familiar presence. Turning his head, he saw hundreds of blue wind blades appear before his eyes. The attack was just inches away. Fortunately, Yun Yongzhou had long been able to recognize Wei Huan’s demon energy. At the moment he turned around, he immediately formed a powerful defensive barrier.

The sharp tips of the blue wind blades struck the golden barrier with a deafening clang. The powerful demonic energies collided, and both the wind blades and the barrier dissipated. The shockwave from the clash distorted the air around them.

“Tianfa!” Qing He finally spotted him.

“Jing Yun, hold him!” Yun Yongzhou commanded calmly. A dense formation of light blades appeared, tracking Xie Tianfa’s every move. As expected of the most successful subject of the demon puppet experiment, his movements were fluid and agile—nothing like a puppet.

Unlike Wei Huan, who always joked around and refused to hurt others, Yun Yongzhou had never fought someone wielding the true power of the Nine Phoenix bloodline—Xie Tianfa was the first. He dodged Xie Tianfa’s wind blades at top speed, eyes fixed on his every move. The light blades surrounding Xie Tianfa suddenly shifted form, transforming into glowing cords that wound tightly around his body, binding him securely.

“Nine Tails—Yuzao Mirror!” Yun Yongzhou shouted.

The Yuzao Mirror spun to the front, emitting a cold blue glow.

It had to be fast.

The Yuzao Mirror began absorbing Xie Tianfa, half his body already inside. But at that moment—

Something was wrong.

Yun Yongzhou quickly summoned more light cords—but he was a step too late. Xie Tianfa’s many clones had already appeared. They’d learned from before and reacted even faster this time, dodging Yun Yongzhou’s attack altogether. The main body also took the chance to escape from the mirror. Though Yang Sheng’s purple storm still raged above, Xie Tianfa raised a hand—and a massive purple wind blade appeared.

The blade came down hard on the Yuzao Mirror.

“Classmate Yan!”

In that instant, a burst of blue light flared— Another enormous wind sword intercepted, blocking the strike between the mirror and Xie Tianfa’s blade, even forcing his weapon aside.

“Attacking your own—when you wake up, you’ll regret it.”

That familiar bright voice.

Worried about her sister Yan Shanyue’s mirror, Yang Ling cheered up instantly when she saw this, “Brother Huanhuan’s here!”

Three blue demonic marks surfaced on Wei Huan’s face. Under the pressure of his demon energy, one eye turned gold, the other blue. This was his true body—undeniably.

Yun Yongzhou rushed to his side, joining in the effort to subdue Xie Tianfa. “You okay?”

“Long story. Once this is over, we’ve got a score to settle,” Wei Huan grinned at him, then swung his arm fiercely—the wind sword shattered the wind blade in Xie Tianfa’s hand.

Yun Yongzhou was confused. “Did I owe you something?”

Despite the danger, Wei Huan burst out laughing. “No, it’s me who owes you.”

Yun Yongzhou was even more puzzled by his answer—but he didn’t have time to think about it. His only focus was protecting Wei Huan. They were responsible for dealing with Xie Tianfa’s real body—only they could identify it clearly. And besides, the goal was to capture him alive, not destroy him.

Their seamless cooperation made everything clear. Without needing to say a word, they all knew: aside from the one Yun Yongzhou and Wei Huan were fighting, the rest had to be clones.

“Don’t hold back on the clones—move fast!” Yan Shanyue said.

Hearing that, Qing He glanced toward Wei Huan and Yun Yongzhou. He was worried, but he trusted them not to hurt Xie Tianfa—so he joined the fight, helping to eliminate the remaining eight strongest demon puppets.

Xie Tianfa carried the demon energy of mature monsters like Wei Huan’s parents. His strength was among the highest. With more puppets appearing, the battle became a brutal one. Everyone was getting injured.

Just as they were wearing out, another figure emerged from the crowd, moving fast as a phantom.

Qing He saw his green eyes.

“Mo Tong?”

Mo Tong gave no reply. Xie Tianfa’s wind blade pierced his shoulder—blood gushed, but he seemed completely unfazed. Also a demon puppet, his close combat skills were even sharper. The moment his demon-slaying sword was thrown, it severed a clone’s wings. Forced to the ground, the clone was quickly surrounded. With help from others, Mo Tong’s sword stabbed straight through the clone’s demon core.

He had arrived just in time.

Qing He turned his head—only to realize he wasn’t the only one who had come.

Not far away, a middle-aged man with a disheveled appearance and a savage scar over his right eye was walking toward them, carrying the purifying aura of a true demon slayer.