Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 82

Ever since Yun Yongzhao got jealous last time, Wei Huan had been in an exceptionally good mood. Being the kind of person who does what he says, the next day he borrowed the Yuzao Mirror and switched out the bed.

“What are you fussing over day after day? Started a side business moving furniture now?” Qing He stood aside, teasing.

Wei Huan set up the large guest bed, shaking the floor enough to raise dust. “You said my bed was too small, right? Free upgrade, delivery included. Look at my service attitude — I’m basically an angel on earth.”

Qing He recalled Yun Yongzhao’s expression yesterday and roughly understood what was going on. “Tch, just scared your husband would get mad?”

“Your husband!”

Qing He shrugged. “Alright, Yun Yongzhao’s pretty handsome; I wouldn’t mind taking him.”

“Get lost! Keep dreaming.” Wei Huan clapped his hands. “Such a lemon spirit.”

Qing He flopped on the bed. “Look at your petty attitude, acting like someone’s trying to steal him from you.”

There were plenty of people trying to steal him. Wei Huan thought to himself. Yun Yongzhao had always been popular — back then, only students chased him; now teachers and students alike were all after him.

“Not going to argue with you, I’m leaving.”

Just as he took a step, he heard Qing He behind him: “Yang Shu is hiding.”

Wei Huan turned around. “Hasn’t he always been hiding?”

Qing He shook his head. “Ah Zu and the others had actually found Yang Shu’s address before, but they didn’t make a move to avoid alarming him. The organization has been monitoring him, but he recently disappeared without a trace — vanished like into thin air. He hasn’t shown up at the research institute, no one has seen him.”

“But…” Wei Huan suddenly asked, “How do you know he hasn’t been to the institute?”

“We have someone inside.”

Wei Huan was a bit surprised; it seemed the organization’s numbers and influence were even more impressive than he’d imagined. “So you’re tracking his trail every day?”

Qing He nodded. “At this rate, Tianfa won’t be able to hold on.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Wei Huan glanced at Xie Tianfa. His body was completely human, unlike those crude hybrid demon puppets mixing human and demon parts before. There were no traces of the Nine Phoenix demon body in him — probably only the demon heart had been transplanted.

Like himself, a human body couldn’t handle the two kinds of demon powers wielded by Yun Yongzhao and him — any slip and something would go wrong. Maintaining this strength must have involved special methods. But now he was locked up and sealed; his demon power was suppressed. This body probably…

“I want to find Yang Shu.” Qing He looked up. “I’ve thought it through these days. Yang Shu is the only one capable of creating those demon puppets. He should also hold the key to maintaining Tianfa’s life and the method to brainwash him. Besides him, I can’t think of anyone else who can restore Xie Tianfa.”

“What if he can’t?” Wei Huan spoke without holding back, voicing the worst possibility. “What if the brainwashing is irreversible?”

Qing He looked up. “Then I’ll kill him myself.”

The cold underground detention room suddenly fell silent.

“Don’t you want to?” Qing He looked at Wei Huan.

Wei Huan chuckled lightly. “Of course I do.”

My parents never found peace after dying; their bodies were used to make killing machines.

I hate him more than anyone.

“I don’t just want to kill him; tearing him limb from limb wouldn’t be too much.” Wei Huan lowered his eyes, as if pondering. “But I vaguely feel it’s not that simple. Yang Shu is just an abandoned pawn of the Fanzhou government on the surface. The forces behind him who allow these anti-human, demon-rights violating experiments must be significant.”

Qing He said nothing, understanding Wei Huan’s meaning.

“Before killing him, we must find out who the true black hand behind him is.”

When Wei Huan left the underground detention room and came out from the carved wall, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure standing ahead and was startled enough to almost turn back.

“Haha, what a coincidence.” The kind-faced man smiled at him.

“P-Principal Bai, you’re here…” Wei Huan felt uneasy. No wonder he’d been feeling off today — before, he was worried the dean might find out about Xie Tianfa’s sealing; now the principal himself caught him.

Bai Xiucheng stood with his hands behind his back, showing no hint of anger. Regardless, Wei Huan stepped out first.

“There’s not much school business today. I thought I’d take a walk and unexpectedly ran into you. We really seem fated to meet.”

Wei Huan gave a dry laugh and approached him, thinking it best to be honest. “Principal Bai, I…”

“Look at this wall.” The principal’s eyes rested on it. “It’s all our Shanhai’s ancestors here. Are you familiar with them?”

He didn’t seem to be pursuing the matter of them secretly keeping demon puppets. Wei Huan thought so and turned to face the wall with him. Principal Bai looked seriously at the reliefs; Wei Huan stared at him. “I’ve actually heard some of these stories before. Teachers sometimes tell Shanhai’s old tales in class.”

Principal Bai pondered for a moment. “Although I didn’t witness those times personally, my ancestors were among them — just not as accomplished as these predecessors.” He smiled. “Otherwise, you might have seen my ancestor’s face on this wall.”

“That would be a pity.” Wei Huan’s eyes looked at the wall; in the center was a phoenix, and on the right, a golden crow.

There was no Nine Phoenixes in this relief either.

Actually, Wei Huan didn’t like the Golden Crow clan before. In his previous life, Wei Huan always felt the Nine Phoenixes were overshadowed by the Golden Crow. Although they weren’t in the same field, the Nine Phoenixes clan almost always served in the military, whether in peaceful times or not, while the Golden Crow family never missed out on the shifting power struggles in the demon realm. From ancient times to now, everyone said the Golden Crow were demons bearing divine status — not ordinary demons.

Back then, he was especially resentful. After all, he was born with the dual abilities of his parents, recognized as a favored child of heaven. At that time, Kunlun Void didn’t have any direct Golden Crow clan members, only some distant relatives with loose connections. Even so, those people were all talk and no skill, tyrannizing and bullying the weak, only to be beaten so badly by Wei Huan that they couldn’t get up from the ground. He once stood on the street yelling, what divine status, what nonsense — a demon is a demon. All these self-hyped superiority titles are just for show; they should look at their own qualifications.

But later, after meeting Yun Yongzhou, he realized that among the Golden Crow there really were some who were like immortals.

Probably the whole family had just that one true heir who actually inherited the divine status.

“But I’m already very lucky to be able to carry on the ancestors’ will,” Principal Bai said quietly.

Wei Huan cast a glance and silently looked at Bai Xiucheng — this man once had a close relationship with him; he was a childhood friend of Wei Huan’s mother. According to His Mother, they had known each other since they were three years old, and had been very good friends all these years.

He still remembered that when his parents were sent on missions and couldn’t come home, he often went to Principal Bai’s house, which had a huge spiral library. Sometimes the two of them, big and small, would sit there all day long.

Back then, he wasn’t yet principal, just a teacher at Shanhai. Gradually he became busier and had less time to meet. Later, when Wei Huan entered high school and the old principal retired, Bai Xiucheng became the new principal recommended by the Shanhai school board.

At the time, acquaintances joked to his parents, saying their little Nine Phoenix would be guaranteed admission to Shanhai. Just not to embarrass Uncle Bai, Wei Huan thought to himself that no matter what, he had to enter Shanhai ranked first — although in the end he failed.

Second place wasn’t too bad either, he comforted himself.

“Principal, you are very outstanding,” Wei Huan said to him, “all Shanhai students respect you, and that’s inseparable from your hard work.”

Principal Bai shook his head with a smile, “Not nearly enough, it can be better. Shanhai can still be better.”

He looked up at the night sky. “Look at these stars, this vast world. Compared to all this, Shanhai is just a small floating boat in a vast sea. Once the situation becomes turbulent and waves rise, this insignificant little boat cannot maintain balance, it will be in grave danger.”

Wei Huan was silent for a long time, then said, “But for so many years, no matter how turbulent the situation was, this boat has never capsized.”

“That it hasn’t before doesn’t mean it won’t in the future,” Principal Bai sighed. “It’s never wrong to prepare for a rainy day.”

What he said made sense, but Wei Huan thought that Shanhai is just Shanhai. If to protect it from capsizing, they have to change it — to turn a little boat into a raging wave — that didn’t seem a simple or reasonable path.

“You’re getting more and more like a demon now,” Principal Bai suddenly changed his tone, catching Wei Huan off guard. Wei Huan laughed and scratched his head, “Probably… probably because of the bond…”

At times like this, all he could do was pull Yun Yongzhou out to take the blame.

“I used to have a nephew,” Principal Bai turned and looked at him, “taller than you, with a personality… even more flamboyant than yours, but just like you, very smart and gifted.”

Wei Huan was a bit surprised; after all, last time he talked with Principal Bai, Bai hadn’t pointed this out. Now it was almost a direct hint.

“He was like you — every time I said something, he would speak his mind, even if it contradicted me, unlike others. He was a very talented kid. Though he always said he had no ambition and just wanted to stay at Shanhai as an instructor on the reputation of a well-connected family,” Principal Bai couldn’t help but laugh, “but he could actually have achieved great things.”

Wei Huan lowered his head, feeling a sourness in his heart.

He had always worried that Principal Bai, like others, believed he was a traitor and often avoided him, afraid his identity would be discovered. Hearing this, Wei Huan suddenly felt the stone on his chest loosen a little and was deeply moved.

A gust of wind rose; he looked up and saw a white mist appear in front of Principal Bai. When it cleared, a snow-white broken horn wrapped in blue demon aura floated suspended in midair. Wei Huan was extremely familiar with this thing!

“This is a fragment of the legendary Wind God’s broken horn, a gift I gave him when he was born,” Principal Bai waved his hand, and the white horn floated before Wei Huan. “Later, because he got into fights with other students at school, I punished him by taking back this broken horn. I intended to return it to him later, but the chance never came.”

“This broken horn followed him for more than twenty years and has absorbed his demon aura.” Saying this, the white mist carried the broken horn to Wei Huan’s eyes, waiting for him to reach out.

Wei Huan’s fingers moved slightly, his eyes a bit misty, but he still smiled, “Th-this is too precious. Why would you give it to me…”

Principal Bai smiled without answering, only looking at the starry sky, letting out a meaningful sigh.

“Thank you.”

The mist dispersed, revealing a silver chain attached to the horn’s base. The small broken horn slowly floated to Wei Huan’s neck, the chain clasped tightly.

“No need to thank me.” Principal Bai seemed about to leave, but just as he stepped forward, he turned back and pointed at Wei Huan with his index finger, “By the way, about what’s below — I’ll pretend I don’t know. But if any problems happen, if any Shanhai students get hurt, none of you will escape.”

Ah, so he knew after all.

Wei Huan immediately nodded, “Understood! Understood. We will do our best to keep him detained.”

A swirl of smoke rolled in, and when it cleared, Bai Xiucheng’s figure had completely vanished. Wei Huan held the broken Dan horn, and a powerful Qi of the Nine Phoenixes surged directly into his body. The sensation was extremely familiar.

If only it could be faster.

Faster to become his old self again.

Unexpectedly retrieving the broken Dan horn that had grown with him, Wei Huan’s mood brightened. He had originally planned to return to the dormitory, but then thought, since he had already taken back the small bed, he might as well finish the job thoroughly.

At the same time, Yun Yongzhao was not so pleased. He sat in the conference room of the Prime Minister’s residence. Around the table, besides his domineering father who could not be defied, there were more than a dozen elders of the Golden Crow clan, each demanding he give a final time to leave Shanhai.

They needed to establish a shining banner for their power, needed him to go to the battlefield and win merit, to exchange life and blood for public support, needed him to properly fulfill the duty of a weapon, and to consolidate the Golden Crow family’s root of authority.

Yun Yongzhao sat like a statue at the end of the oval table, silent the entire time, not even looking directly at them. This attitude finally angered Yun Ting. Suddenly furious, he slammed his palm down on the round table; the surface immediately burst into fierce flames. Everyone fell silent.

Such a display finally prompted Yun Yongzhao to raise his eyes.

“What do you think you are?! All these years I have poured my heart and soul into cultivating you, giving you a worry-free life, making you a prodigy for half your life—and now you hide like a coward in some university! Do you deserve the Golden Crow name, huh?!”

Yun Ting was furious. “Look at you now, not a trace of the manners expected of a prime minister’s son. Everyone sitting at this table are your elders—you dare to ignore their existence with this attitude, to ignore me, your father. How dare you!”

Yun Yongzhao raised his arms and crossed them, his clear eyes calmly staring at this overbearing man he called father.

He was nothing like him. In both appearance and temperament, he was cold, and even in rage was like freezing ice.

“You raise your son like a blade, you should be prepared. A blade does not speak.”

His gaze was chilling to the bone, with a faint smile on his lips.

“It only silently stabs in.”

These words chilled everyone present; no one spoke. Yun Ting was stunned into silence for two seconds before laughing bitterly. “Looks like I really spoiled you, Yun Yongzhao. Don’t forget,” he slammed the table and stood up, “a true weapon has no weak spot.”

“But you have one.”

It was already late at night when Yun Yongzhao left the Prime Minister’s residence. He walked quietly for a while. Normally, Yun Yongzhao rarely appeared on the streets because he disliked being tracked by reporters every day; apart from Wei Huan’s teasing, he really hated the title of “Number One Young Master of the Demon Realm.”

But Wei Huan was always an exception in every way.

The aura of Golden Crow was so strong that birds along the way felt oppressed and scattered, flying off into the sky. Yun Yongzhao looked up at them flying far away, disappearing from sight, his gaze finally resting on the crescent moon. The moon’s light was always gentle, illuminating the night sky but also embracing the darkness—unlike the sun.

He clenched his hand, feeling the burning power inside his blood at every moment.

He despised the sun.

Originally wanting to find Wei Huan, Yun Yongzhao reconsidered and returned alone to the Shanhai dormitory. Opening the door, the room was pitch black and silent. As he passed the entryway, a shadow suddenly appeared and wrapped arms around his neck.

“Robbery! Don’t move!”

His eyes shone brightly in the night, Yun Yongzhao thought. He didn’t struggle, letting Wei Huan hold him. “Looking at you, such a little instructor, I won’t rob your money but rob for your body instead.” Saying this, Wei Huan planted several kisses on Yun Yongzhao, who responded with a gentle kiss back, pressing softly before pulling away.

Wei Huan let go. “And to think you were the top of Shanhai back then, no guard at all.”

“I sensed you right at the door.”

“Okay then, you still played along.” Wei Huan pouted, turned on the light, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to the bedroom. “Come with me.”

Opening the bedroom door, Yun Yongzhao saw an extra bed—the one he had moved for Qing He earlier. Wei Huan leaned casually against the doorframe with a cocky grin. “Well? Didn’t you want it? This bedsheet I found at home myself.”

Yun Yongzhao first froze, then couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Happy?” Wei Huan grabbed his arm. “Are you laughing because you’re glad or laughing at me?”

Both, Yun Yongzhao didn’t say, just ruffled his hair. Wei Huan then pulled him to another room, where another blue small bed had appeared, shaped like a spaceship pod. “This was my elementary school bed—I really liked it. Whenever classmates came over, they’d always check it out. I even cried a whole night when I had to change it.” He patted the top of the bed. “Still looks cool now, but unfortunately I can’t sleep on it anymore.”

“You…” Yun Yongzhao was surprised and didn’t know what to say. But Wei Huan pulled him again. “There’s more.” He led Yun Yongzhao to the bay window, where something was covered by a white cloth. With a swift motion, he pulled it off to reveal an exquisite blue cradle with pretty little bells and toys hanging on the crossbars. Gently shaking it produced a tinkling sound.

Wei Huan sat by the bay window. “This was my cradle when I was born. Pretty, huh?”

Yun Yongzhao sat down too, grasped the edge of the cradle, and gently rocked it. Though it was empty, he could almost imagine the chubby little Nine Phoenix as a newborn inside, perhaps reaching out little hands to grab the bells.

His expression softened profoundly. Wei Huan watched quietly; when he had come back earlier, there had been a heavy aura of hostility on him, but now it seemed all smoothed away, and his lips gently curved upward.

“Do you like it? This one looks nice, right?” Wei Huan flicked the little bell with his finger. “If you like it, I’ll give them all to you. They’re all old things anyway—no one else cares for them but you. I almost got laughed to death by the Nine-Tails today. They said I’m marrying into your family, and these are my dowry.”

Yun Yongzhou corrected him, “The one who marries in is the son-in-law. Sons-in-law don’t have dowries.”

“Ah, whatever.” Wei Huan stood up and walked over to Yun Yongzhou, grabbing his hand. “You like it, right?”

Yun Yongzhou looked up and nodded seriously. “I like it.”

Wei Huan’s mood was like a just-opened soda bottle—overly sweet bubbles rushing out uncontrollably, speaking without thinking, “When we have… oh wait, no, I can’t have kids, can I?” He suddenly realized and looked down at Yun Yongzhou, his pupils widening in shock. “Sh*t, I won’t have kids in the future! My little Nine Phoenix is still waiting for me in the reincarnation tunnel!”

Yun Yongzhou smiled and placed a hand on Wei Huan’s stomach. “Yeah, you can’t give birth.”

Wei Huan slapped his hand away. “Of course I can’t!” He was still shaken, dazedly letting Yun Yongzhou pull him to sit astride his lap. He didn’t resist, muttering, “Oh no, you won’t have kids either. Our genes are so good—if we had a child, they’d be gorgeous. What a waste, what a waste…”

Yun Yongzhou hugged him, resting his head in the crook of Wei Huan’s neck, listening to his endless rambling, feeling incredibly warm inside. Wei Huan was like a small, beautiful seashell, wrapping around his sharp-edged little stone self, using his softness to gently smooth out those rough corners, slowly turning this unlikable stone into a pearl, radiating a warm glow.

He even thought, it would be nice to stay like this forever. He wouldn’t need to get dragged into bloodshed to fulfill others’ expectations, and Wei Huan wouldn’t need to risk his life in those endless schemes again. He just wanted to stay with Wei Huan like this, not heroes, just two ordinary little demons.

As Wei Huan spoke on, his voice softened. “Did you fall asleep?” He lowered his voice and asked tentatively.

“Mm…” Yun Yongzhou’s reply sounded like it was muffled in a fluffy cloud. His arms hugged Wei Huan’s waist even tighter.

Wei Huan gently stroked his hair, suddenly feeling that Yun Yongzhou was just like before—or maybe he never changed. “Even if I won’t have kids in the future, I still have my little swan.”

Upon hearing this, Yun Yongzhou let out a lazy, dismissive hum through his nose.

“When you someday turn into a little white-feathered golden crow, I’ll put you on this bed.” Wei Huan patted the edge of the cradle. “I’ll be right next to you, rocking you to sleep.”

Yun Yongzhou lifted his head, his eyes still half-closed, lips slightly parted—a kind of soft, razor-sharp allure. “What’s going on in that little head of yours every day, huh?”

“Who are you calling little!” Wei Huan knocked his forehead against him. “I’m older than you by half a year! I remember—you were born in winter! I was born in March, in spring.” He wanted to poke Yun Yongzhou’s forehead with his finger, but Yun Yongzhou caught his hand, sounding genuinely a bit sleepy.

“Yeah.” His lips curved into a subtle smile. “But you haven’t grown in seven years.”

What the h*ll?

Oh right.

Wei Huan instantly panicked. “T-that doesn’t count!”

“Why not?” Yun Yongzhou brought his hand to his lips and kissed it.

Wei Huan stammered, “I-it’s not my fault, okay? Who says I haven’t grown? My soul matures more each year, you—you…”

“Me?” Yun Yongzhou tilted his head, amber eyes clear and full of Wei Huan’s reflection. He leaned in and kissed him lightly. “I’ve kept growing these past seven years—not just my soul.”

What was once dry became moist, what was calm started to ripple. The bell on the cradle swayed more and more slowly, more and more softly, and compared to that, Yun Yongzhou’s voice was like ice floating on deep water.

“Call me older brother.” His fingers gently brushed against Wei Huan’s lips. “Older Brother Yongzhou.”

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