Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 60

The moment this sentence was spoken, the atmosphere shifted instantly.

“Why do you think that way?” Boss Jue asked. “Do you see demon witches as that pitiful?”

Wei Huan smiled and explained, “You said it yourself—your sect’s founder chose to end his immortal life, even established a rule that there could only ever be one demon witch per generation. At first, I thought maybe he just wanted to protect this unique art, afraid that if too many people learned it, it would spread.”

He clasped his hands behind his back and paced slowly.

“But later, even you said this soul summoning technique is the most vicious of sorceries. Your master refused to teach it to you but instead passed it to a newly formed demon, that Manzhuhuasha, who didn’t even have a proper humanoid form. Was she really abandoning you—or was she trying to help you?”

Zhang Jue clenched her fists but said nothing. It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about these things, but ever since she was expelled from Wuqi, she hadn’t had the chance to see her master again and could never fully understand the truth.

She didn’t want to think about the truth.

She was afraid that if she thought too much, in the end, it would all just be her own wishful thinking.

“Back then, I also followed her before I could even take human form,” Boss Jue raised her hand slightly, and a beautiful little bird flew out of the darkness. “Many years ago, when I was flying over the Wuqi continent, I fainted from the heat and nearly fell into the flames and was burned alive. It was she who saved me, using her demonic energy to help me recover. I’ve always known this, so when she later told me to leave, I simply refused. I just wanted to stay by her side.”

As she spoke, smoke appeared in front of Wei Huan. When the smoke cleared, there was a beautiful woman in a black cloak, and a little bird happily fluttered behind her. The woman in black gently stretched out her hand, and the little bird landed on her index finger, allowing her to stroke it.

“My human form was also given by her. Other demons, unless they are descendants of powerful great demons, rarely have beautiful human forms. But my form was personally drawn by her.” As Boss Jue spoke, in the illusion, the woman in black sat in front of a drawing board, carefully sketching the outline of a pretty, delicate human figure.

She gently peeled the drawing off, performed a ritual to burn the picture, and the green flames danced into the sky, enveloping the lively little bird.

Suddenly, there was a burst of light, and the little bird transformed into a slender, graceful girl, a little shorter than the dark witch woman, not yet good with words, but always clinging to her, smiling like a child.

At this moment, Wei Huan understood too. This Boss Jue, who seemed calculating and somewhat eccentric, deep down still had the heart of a little girl—probably because she had been protected too well.

“Do you know how your master died?”

Boss Jue waved her hand, and the illusion disappeared. “Dark witches have always had short lifespans, even shorter than humans, incomparable to most demons.”

So it was true.

“If I’m not mistaken,” Wei Huan continued, “your master probably didn’t choose to become a dark witch willingly. That’s likely why she didn’t want to trap you there.”

Boss Jue was silent for a moment, then actually laughed, “You brat, you speak so convincingly—someone who doesn’t know better might think you’re her disciple.”

Wei Huan shrugged. “I’m just reading your heart.”

The words were blunt. Boss Jue’s overly obvious expression faded, and she asked in return, “Do you know what her last words to me were?”

She paused, picking up the treasure she had just obtained from Yan Shanyue and carefully admiring it. “She said, ‘You’ve always been greedy since you were little. I didn’t expect you to grow up without the slightest improvement. A demon like you is unworthy of inheriting the dark witch title. From now on, you are no longer the Wuqi dark witch.’” She imitated her master’s resolute tone, repeating the words slowly, word by word.

“‘The world is vast, with countless treasures waiting for you. Don’t come back. I won’t acknowledge you anymore.’”

The world is vast.

Don’t come back.

They were just a few seemingly cold words, but when Wei Huan heard them, he only felt a wave of emotion. It seemed his guess had been correct.

“When did she die?”

Boss Jue sniffed and pretended to be indifferent, “When? Let me think…”

She said she would think, but instead, she turned around. In front of her appeared a three-tiered cabinet. Boss Jue opened the first layer and rummaged through it, found nothing, and kept searching through drawers and boxes, becoming more and more anxious, muttering, “Where is it? Where did it go?”

Wei Huan quietly watched her anxious figure, not daring to speak, afraid that saying anything would make her even more flustered. A moment later, Boss Jue finally dug out a red velvet box from somewhere, visibly relieved, “Scared me…”

“What’s that?” Wei Huan stepped closer and saw Boss Jue open the box—inside were the shattered fragments of a soul tablet.

Every demon has a soul tablet. When the demon’s heart dies, the soul tablet shatters.

“This was hers. Five years ago, I received a box without a sender’s name. When I opened it, this was inside.”

Boss Jue carefully arranged the fragments inside. “At first, I thought it was that wildflower deliberately trying to provoke me. She was probably thinking, ‘Look, I’ve now become the dark witch. You’re nothing. Even your master is dead. I am the one and only Wuqi dark witch now.’”

She perfectly mimicked that sharp, mocking expression, but as she continued, the proud smile on her face slowly turned bitter. She murmured, “I’ve always thought that was the case.”

“She was just provoking me… just taunting me…”

Wei Huan looked at the box. The soul tablet inside was completely shattered, but it was still covered with a layer of orange demon energy.

“If you truly believed that all this time, you would’ve thrown her soul tablet away long ago.” Wei Huan bluntly exposed the disguise Boss Jue had kept up all these years. “You and your master both love to lie too much.”

“She said she’d seen right through you long ago—that you were greedy beyond measure. But if that were true, you wouldn’t be hiding in a tiny street market selling dolls, even forbidding your customers from revealing your whereabouts. With your skills, you could’ve long since aligned yourself with the nobles and lived a life of power and luxury.” Wei Huan picked up the box. “And you’re lying too. You say you resented her, yet you’ve been using your own demon energy to protect these soul tablet fragments that no longer have any meaning. The person is dead. What’s the point of keeping these?”

Boss Jue, unable to hide her stirred emotions after being exposed, snatched the box back from his hands. “It has nothing to do with you.”

Wei Huan smiled, “Of course it doesn’t. I’m just a bystander, idly chatting, you can just treat my words as nonsense.”

“You are talking nonsense. She only wanted to drive me away, that’s all.”

“You’re right. You’re right about everything. Anyway, I’m just guessing wildly.” Wei Huan watched as she made the box disappear, then added, “Hey, do you know what I’m guessing now?”

Boss Jue still didn’t answer.

“I’m guessing your master probably knew her time was running short even before she drove you away.”

When he finished speaking, he saw her hand tremble slightly.

Wei Huan couldn’t help but sigh. Maybe she had really never considered this possibility.

“You stayed by her side, from an ordinary bird to a generation’s demon witch. In that almost deserted Wuqi, it was always the two of you relying on each other all these years. But when her life was about to end, she drove you away. Boss Jue, tell me, why would she do that?”

Wei Huan looked at Boss Jue’s lowered eyes and watched a tear slide down her cheek.

Everyone has their own destiny.

He didn’t believe in fate, so he chose to resist.

But some people had long accepted their fate. She didn’t struggle, she bore the consequences, but she gave the only chance to escape fate to someone else.

Even the timing of her death had to be meticulously calculated, just to prevent her from knowing too soon and being unable to let go.

If she couldn’t let go, she would come back.

Looking at Boss Jue’s lost expression, Wei Huan said calmly, “You already know the answer in your heart.”

After he finished, he clapped his hands like he was calling a wrap, “CUT! The Little Human’s Brain Theater has ended. I won’t disturb the beautiful lady anymore.”

He deliberately changed the subject to lighten the mood, giving them both a way out. “You better remember your promise! If I bring that container that seals the demon soul, you must help me lift the seal.”

After saying that, Wei Huan turned around with a flourish and was about to cross the boundary when Boss Jue called him back, “Wait.”

What now?

Wei Huan turned his head and saw that Boss Jue actually looked calm this time, speaking unhurriedly, “You’re the one who was summoned.”

“What are you talking about?” Wei Huan pretended to be shocked. “You’re saying I was summoned? Didn’t the Nine-Tails just ask about summoning demon souls? I’m just a regular human. If someone summoned me, it would’ve been a human soul.”

She had expected Wei Huan to deny it, so she silently opened her right hand, revealing a mirror—the one she had used earlier. “This is the Mirror of True Form. It shows the truth: when it reflects a demon, it reveals their original form; when it reflects a human, it shows their past life. I just used it on you.” As she spoke, she held the mirror up to Wei Huan.

“Look, there’s nothing in it.”

The mirror was clearly pointed at him, but what it reflected was nothing but empty darkness.

“You’re not human.” Boss Jue made the mirror disappear from her hand. “Even though Yan Shanyue stepped in to stop me, I still saw it. I had been wondering—if you’re clearly in a human body, why is there no trace of a past life?”

Since she had already exposed so much, Wei Huan didn’t bother to argue further. “Yes, I’m indeed not human.”

Boss Jue nodded thoughtfully. Just as Wei Huan was about to say more, she suddenly held up her palm to stop him. “Hey hey hey, enough, I don’t want to hear it.”

What’s wrong with this woman? Wei Huan was speechless.

“The more you know in this world, the faster you die—especially when the information comes at no cost. That’s the most dangerous kind.” Boss Jue flicked her sleeve and said carelessly, “Alright, you can go now.”

“Sometimes you seem so silly, but sometimes you’re scarily sharp.” Wei Huan couldn’t help laughing as he turned and left the illusion, returning once again to the dark little doll shop.

Rubbing his goosebumps away, Wei Huan quickly ran out of the shop, thinking that after so long, maybe the other three had already left.

But to his surprise, as soon as he pushed open the shop door, he saw the remaining three members of Group Seven sitting side by side on the steps outside the shop. Jing Yun was holding a large bunch of grilled skewers. He wasn’t eating them himself but was handing them one after another to Yang Ling, who was happily munching away, her hands already full of used sticks. Yan Shanyue sat at the far end, quietly sipping a drink.

The passing little demons couldn’t help but sneak glances at them. After all, it wasn’t every day you could see students from Shanhai in this backwater place, let alone rare big demons like the Nine-Tails, Bifang, and Chongming. It was worth taking a few more looks.

“Oh, I’m so touched.” Wei Huan walked up from behind them and squatted down. “Quick, give me two skewers.” He grabbed two from Jing Yun and started eating while talking, “I thought you big shots would’ve left first. You didn’t even think about coming in to save me. Weren’t you afraid that Granny Zhang would sell me off?”

Before the Nine-Tails could speak, Yang Ling cut him off, “You’re not worth anything.”

“Hey, you little brat, how can you talk like that!”

Jing Yun quickly grabbed the skewers from Wei Huan’s hands, “Careful, don’t stab yourself.” But he was too strong—when he yanked the skewers, he accidentally dragged Wei Huan over with them. “Hey hey hey—what the h*ll!” Wei Huan’s body slammed onto Yang Ling’s little head. She almost exploded with her lotus fire, and the scene descended into chaos.

Yan Shanyue calmly bit the straw and finished the last sip of her drink. The empty cup, controlled by her fox fire, slowly floated into a nearby trash can. As if she didn’t belong to the same world as the other three, she finally stood up, drew a glowing circle to open a boundary, and brought all three of the tangled little ones back to Shanhai.

Jing Yun and Yang Ling, in a rush to finish their skewers, stood frozen between the boundaries of Yansui and Fuyao. Yan Shanyue greeted them and entered Yansui’s boundary first. Of course, Wei Huan knew exactly what that meant and immediately followed her in.

Sure enough, Yan Shanyue was waiting for him inside the boundary. “When are you planning to go to Wuqi?”

Wei Huan clasped his hands behind his back and lightly kicked a firestone on the ground. “How do you know it’s me going? Maybe it’s my friend who wants to learn about the soul summoning ritual.”

Yan Shanyue didn’t answer immediately. She waited, knowing that Wei Huan was already beginning to suspect—maybe because of her earlier probing, maybe because of the clues he left at Boss Jue’s place. Either way, she was too lazy to keep playing riddles.

She stepped closer and lowered her voice, “Do you remember the first favor you owe me?”

Wei Huan immediately understood what she meant and couldn’t help but laugh. “You really live up to your fox reputation.”

Yan Shanyue didn’t deny it and directly said, “I’ve long suspected you’re not human, but I didn’t have proof to support my guess. So, my first request is this: tell me your true identity. Since we’re teammates who can help each other, openness and transparency should be basic principles.”

Wei Huan shrugged. “You’ve already guessed it, and you still want to waste a request on this question?”

Yan Shanyue’s gaze was firm. “Seeking the truth is never a waste.”

This sentence actually made Wei Huan feel more respect for this girl, who was technically a generation younger than him.

“Alright, I’ll tell you.” Wei Huan looked straight into her fox-like eyes. “You guessed right. I’ve indeed been reborn.”

Even though this answer had lingered in her heart for a long time, when it was finally confirmed, Yan Shanyue still felt deeply shaken.

The person standing in front of her—Shanhai’s only human—was actually the once noble-born prodigy Nine Phoenix. As clever as she was, she had already pieced together many clues from this human’s behavior, and she had confirmed even more through probing conversations with Yun Yongzhou. Putting all the pieces together, she had formed the most likely answer in her mind.

But this answer was also utterly absurd.

A great demon who had betrayed the demon domain and was humiliated to death, seven years later, knocked on Shanhai’s door in a human’s body.

Seeing her silence, Wei Huan figured she probably still found it hard to believe. After all, someone like him, slick and full of nonsense, could easily just ride the opening she’d given and play along.

But to his surprise, Yan Shanyue suddenly smiled at him—a rare, bright, almost girlish smile.

“Do you remember? I met you when I was little.”

Wei Huan had no memory of this at all. Seeing the confusion on his face, Yan Shanyue seemed fully prepared. She slightly moved her index finger, reminding Wei Huan of when he first went to her to ask for the Soul Revival Fruit. Just like that time, she created an illusion and trapped both of them inside it.

The surrounding scenery was no longer Yansui, but a crowded place where people seemed to be fleeing in the same direction. The sky was lit red by firelight. Looking against the flow of people, Wei Huan suddenly saw a familiar figure in the sky.

“This is…”

“It’s you.” Yan Shanyue’s tone carried little emotion.

It really was him.

Wei Huan froze, watching his past self fall from the sky, retract his black wings, still wearing the battle uniform of Fuyou Academy, holding a pretty little girl in his arms. Blood was still trickling down the little girl’s head. Wei Huan reached out, weaving wind into silk to wrap her wound. “This should hold for a while. Where are your parents? Big brother will take you to find them.”

The little girl just shook her head blankly, not speaking, seemingly shy and withdrawn.

Watching this scene, Wei Huan’s memory slowly began to awaken. “This was… my second mission after joining Group Seven. It was the explosion case at a building in the Qingqiu District, wasn’t it?”

Yan Shanyue softly affirmed. The fleeing residents passed through their illusory bodies, wailing and crying, as Nine Phoenix held the little girl’s hand, searching everywhere for her family.

The little girl’s hand was ice cold. Worried she was scared, Wei Huan deliberately picked her up, softly coaxing her to talk. “How old are you? You’re in elementary school, right?” The little girl remained silent, head bowed, not responding. Wei Huan didn’t mind. He gently patted her back. “It’s okay. Your parents will come get you soon. Big brother will stay with you.”

“Who are you?” The little girl finally couldn’t help but ask.

“Me?” Wei Huan smiled, showing a pair of sharp little canine teeth. “I’m Nine Phoenix.” He shook the little girl perched on his arm. “And you?”

That little shake unexpectedly revealed the little girl’s tail. Wei Huan immediately seized on it, “Oh, I see now, you’re a little fox~”

The little girl pressed her lips together and clutched the epaulet on Wei Huan’s shoulder. “Why are you here?”

Wei Huan beamed brightly, completely shameless. “Because I’m a hero.”

Hearing this, she blinked blankly. “What’s a hero?”

“Mm…” Wei Huan seriously thought about it. “A hero is someone who always dares to fight back, who isn’t afraid, who doesn’t back down— that’s a hero.” Seeing her nod as if she half understood, Wei Huan smiled. “Are you scared?”

She shook her head.

Wei Huan reached out and pinched her little nose. “Then you’re a little hero too.”

“Can I be a hero?” The little girl looked into Wei Huan’s eyes. Compared to her earlier fearless tone, this question sounded a little timid.

“Of course you can!” Wei Huan answered without hesitation.

“But my dad says girls can’t…”

Before she could finish, a middle-aged man in a suit appeared in front of them. The little girl seemed to sense something and immediately turned her head. When she saw the man, she softly called, “Dad.”

Seeing this, Wei Huan quickly put the little girl down. “You’re her guardian? That’s great. The child’s fine, just a minor head injury. Please take her back quickly and get her treated.”

Unexpectedly, the man didn’t even say thank you. He immediately grabbed the little girl’s hand and started scolding her. “Who told you not to get in the driver’s car after school? I’ve told you so many times— you’re a girl. If you can stay home, then stay home. Why are you so playful?”

The little girl said nothing, just quietly lowered her head. The man pulled her along to leave but still loudly scolded as he walked away. “Girls need to follow girls’ rules! Don’t even think about—”

Before he could finish venting, something suddenly wrapped around the arm holding the little girl. Frowning, he looked over and saw it was a glowing blue rope. Following the rope back, he saw that it was being held by the young man in the Fuyou Academy uniform from earlier. Unlike his polite demeanor before, now he wore an utterly cocky grin, not bothering to hide the arrogance written all over his face.

“Uncle, I risked my life to save your daughter, not so you could scold her.”

The girl’s father flew into a rage. “How I discipline my daughter is none of your business!” As soon as he finished speaking, a blue foxfire shot toward Wei Huan. Wei Huan raised his hand, and a wind shield blocked the foxfire outside.

“That’s true, it’s none of my business.” Wei Huan’s tone was flat, but his gaze turned sharp. “But I just can’t stand your way of disciplining her.”

The little girl stared blankly at Nine Phoenix, who was standing against her father, the fire from the building behind them reflecting in her eyes.

“What’s this nonsense about girls having to follow girls’ rules? Bullsh*t!”

Wei Huan casually cleaned out his ear. “I almost thought I misheard you. What era do you think this is? Still drawing lines between boys and girls? Where did you time-travel from, you old relic?”

The father was about to keep scolding when Wei Huan’s communicator buzzed. A teammate’s voice came through his earpiece. Wei Huan quietly replied, “Number Nine received, I’m on my way.”

Helpless, he had to spread his wings and rise into the air. But he didn’t leave right away. Instead, he called out with a bright, clear voice, full of youthful spirit:

“Little Fox, there’s nothing in this world a girl can’t do.”

“You can be a hero too.”