Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 85

When Wei Huan went to find Yun Yongzhou, he was busy teaching a practical combat class. He looked really tied up, so Wei Huan stood on the edge of the training ground, hopping up and down, waving like a little frog. But Yun Yongzhou acted like he didn’t see him at all, strolling seriously among the students, inspecting their form.

Although Instructor Yun didn’t have time to pay attention to him, the students’ eyes were all fixed on Wei Huan—especially the girls.

“Isn’t that the one who’s contracted with Instructor Yun? I think he’s from the class next door.”

“Seems like it, he’s here looking for our instructor.”

“I’ve totally switched sides now. I used to think this human was super weak, but now I think he and Instructor Yun are so perfect together…”

As Yun Yongzhou walked past one of the girls, he noticed she was staring at Wei Huan so intently that she didn’t even notice him approaching. He coldly said, “If you like looking at him so much, should I ask him to come teach you?”

The girl jumped in fright and immediately looked away.

Yun Yongzhou glanced back at Wei Huan. He was already sitting on the steps at the edge of the training field, holding his face in both hands. The moment Yun Yongzhou turned, Wei Huan quickly lifted his head as if his movement had a sparkling “ding” sound effect, flashing him a sweet smile. Seeing Yun Yongzhou finally look at him, Wei Huan frantically gestured—pointing at Yun Yongzhou, then at himself, then mimicking walking legs with two fingers on his palm, finishing with a pitiful “please, please” expression.

“So cute…”

“I want to record this and post it on the Shanhai forum…”

Yun Yongzhou turned back and gave those girls with their ‘auntie smiles’ a cold glare. “Practice on your own.” Then he took off his weapon chain and casually tossed it to the ground. As he walked toward Wei Huan, he bit the fingertip of his leather glove to pull it off.

Seeing this, Wei Huan’s heart raced.

“What’s up?” Yun Yongzhou’s tone was much gentler than before but still carried a bit of instructor authority.

Wei Huan stood up and quietly said, “I need a favor, it’s urgent. Do you still have class later?”

Yun Yongzhou glanced at the distant clock tower. “No. What is it?”

“I want you to take me to the government military archives.” Wei Huan rushed to speak in case Yun Yongzhou refused. “It’s really, really important. It’s about Xie Tianfa and those demon puppets.”

“Does it have anything to do with you?” That was all Yun Yongzhou cared about.

Wei Huan paused. Thinking carefully, it seemed like it didn’t really involve him that much.

“It does, a little,” he quickly added. “Right, the file I want to find probably has something to do with my father, but I think something’s suspicious, and I want to see what’s really going on. Look at me now—I have no chance of getting in, and Yang Sheng can’t get in either. You’re the only one who can help me.”

Yun Yongzhou patiently listened. “So you came to me just because I’m your only option.”

Wei Huan lowered his head and kicked away a small stone between them. “That’s not entirely true. Sure, you’re the only one who can help, but…” He stepped closer, closing the distance so much that the top of his lowered head almost touched Yun Yongzhou’s chest. His voice softened obediently, “Yang Sheng said he was going to call you, but I didn’t let him. I wanted to come find you myself.”

Yun Yongzhou pretended not to understand, hands clasped behind his back in full instructor posture. “Why?”

His question made Wei Huan feel awkward, instantly regretting that he’d brought up coming personally. Now he’d cornered himself with no escape. His palms grew hot—he clenched, loosened, then stuffed them into his pockets to hide.

“No reason.” He raised his head, then quickly turned it aside and saw two plants running laps outside the training field.

Why would they reveal their true forms just to go jogging? So ridiculous. Wei Huan tried to distract himself.

The early autumn breeze puffed up his white uniform shirt and messed up his hair. He looked so much like a student.

After a brief silence, Yun Yongzhou asked again, “Why did you want to come to me yourself?”

Wei Huan, still zoning out watching the goofy plant spirits, blurted out, “I just wanted to see you.”

As soon as he said it, he instantly regretted it. He looked up and met Yun Yongzhou’s eyes for a second, utterly shocked, then quickly lowered his head again, his heart pounding like a drum. Feeling reckless now—whatever, he already said it, and they were in a relationship now, so what was there to be afraid of? I’m a Nine Phoenix—why should I act weak?

“Y-Yeah, I just wanted to see you. What, I can’t see my own boyfriend?” His words were bolder, but his head remained lowered, eyes locked on their nearly touching toes.

“So obedient.” Yun Yongzhou rubbed his head.

Suddenly, quiet squeals came from the girls behind the training ground, quickly suppressed.

Wei Huan still didn’t raise his head, but his ears and neck had already turned bright red. He looked like a drooping little flower under the hot sun, his heavy bud hanging low.

“So will you help me or not?” he mumbled and kicked Yun Yongzhou’s foot on purpose.

Yun Yongzhou reached out, switching his target from Wei Huan’s head to his lowered chin. His slender fingers pinched there, then squeezed Wei Huan’s cheeks gently between his thumb and index finger.

“You’re not going to make me beg again, are you?” Wei Huan grumbled.

“Smart, you answered ahead of time.” Yun Yongzhou’s voice carried a teasing smile.

“Please, I’m begging you, Lord Golden Crow, you’re the reincarnation of a living Buddha, you’re a little deity hand-crafted by Nuwa herself, you’re the most powerful, the coolest, the most incredible great demon in the entire demon realm, you—”

“I’m nothing.” Yun Yongzhou grabbed his hand and pulled him into his arms, silencing his rambling with a brief but brilliant hug under the blazing sun. Wei Huan’s mind went momentarily blank, like a clumsy little shooting star crashing into his chest. At that moment of impact, all outside noise seemed to vanish—only Yun Yongzhou’s signal reached him.

“I’m your boyfriend.”

That semi-forced hug lasted no more than ten seconds, but Yun Yongzhou used the chance to drop a barely noticeable kiss on the crown of Wei Huan’s head. “You said it yourself.”

“There’s so many people here!” Wei Huan whispered in protest, nervously glancing behind him.

Yun Yongzhou stepped back half a step, and a light cord appeared in front of him, wrapping around Wei Huan’s wrist and dragging him, stumbling, in another direction.

“Ah—ah—wait—”

“Go sit on that bench over there and wait for me. Class will be over in fifteen minutes.”

Wei Huan obediently sat on the bench under the tree, waiting and waiting until he got bored and had to find ways to entertain himself. When class ended and Yun Yongzhou finished giving his instructions and walked over, he saw that Wei Huan had turned around, leaning over the back of the bench, watching something like a little fool, even clapping his hands in delight.

“Okay, let’s do it again.”

Yun Yongzhou silently approached and followed his line of sight, seeing a group of tiny golden ducklings on the ground, twisting their butts as they danced—obviously something Wei Huan had created with light.

“You, move over a bit, don’t you know how to position yourself?” Wei Huan nudged his finger, and the duckling on the far left shuffled over accordingly.

He used to be like this. He hasn’t changed at all. Yun Yongzhou thought to himself.

Back in the day, Wei Huan had mastered the Clone and Spirit Splitting Technique. When he got bored, he would create several copies of himself and put on a lively multi-person comic dialogue performance all by himself.

It used to be so noisy. The memory made Yun Yongzhou laugh. He stretched out his hand and quietly nudged one of the little ducklings from behind. The duckling disobeyed and waddled off in the opposite direction of where Wei Huan had pointed.

“Hey, why are you—” Wei Huan had just started speaking when someone ruffled his hair. He froze and quickly looked up to see Yun Yongzhou standing behind him.

“Let’s go.”

“Oh… wait for me.”

Wei Huan quickly caught up and subconsciously rubbed his head.

The more time he spent with Yun Yongzhou, the more he felt like a child. Even though a part of him was somewhat unwilling to admit it, he couldn’t deny that he was genuinely happy.

The government military archives were not a place just anyone could enter. Yang Sheng knew he wouldn’t be able to get in, so he didn’t force himself into it and instead focused on tracking down the green-eyed boy. Yun Yongzhou knew Wei Huan wanted to go, so he didn’t bother negotiating—he just took him straight there.

“How am I supposed to get in later?” Wei Huan started to worry the moment they stepped out of Shanhai and arrived in Kunlun Void. “Even Yang Sheng can’t get in—someone like me, a student, stands no chance.”

“We’ll just go in directly.”

Wei Huan laughed, “You really are a little young master. I wouldn’t dare.”

Yun Yongzhou didn’t say anything. He simply stretched out his hand, revealing a square metal box with the engraved crests of all four Shanhai academies on its sides—it was quite delicate.

Wei Huan sighed as soon as he saw it. “I don’t even know where my own Xiaoyao Box went.”

The Xiaoyao Box was a high-level portable spatial demon artifact that only its owner could open. Back then, during the Shanhai Friendship Tournament, the Xiaoyao Box was the rarest prize—there were only two in total, and students from all four academies fought fiercely over them. In the end, Wei Huan and Yun Yongzhou each got one.

“Yours should still be somewhere. It’s useless to anyone else.” As he spoke, Yun Yongzhou opened the box in his palm, revealing a small vial inside, containing white powder.

“This is powdered scales from a Stealth Beast,” Yun Yongzhou explained as he opened the vial and poured the powder into his palm. “I got it during a mission.”

Wei Huan was curious. “How do you have everything? Stealth Beasts aren’t easy to find. I’ve never encountered one before.” Just as he finished speaking, Yun Yongzhou scattered the powder onto Wei Huan.

“That’s all it takes?” Wei Huan looked down and noticed it seemed to have vanished. Suddenly, he remembered something. “Oh right—what about my human scent? The place is full of government soldiers. They’ll notice.”

“I know.” Yun Yongzhou pressed his fingers together, channeling his energy, and a golden light flowed into Wei Huan’s brow. A surge of demon energy erupted in his body and then gradually subsided.

Sure enough, the human scent on him had disappeared.

“Both of these effects are temporary. We have to move quickly.”

Wei Huan nodded. As they left the empty alleyway, they stopped outside a glass display window. The reflection showed the bustling street full of passing demons and constant traffic—but Wei Huan’s figure was completely absent from the glass.

An octopus spirit, its back covered with seven or eight long tentacles, swaggered past Wei Huan, one tentacle bumping hard against his shoulder, making him wince and rub it. But the octopus spirit was even more baffled, looking around at the empty surroundings, cautiously extending its tentacles to explore.

Wei Huan carefully dodged the tentacles and slipped back behind Yun Yongzhou, whispering, “He really can’t see me…”

“Shh.” Yun Yongzhou hushed him quietly. Only when the octopus spirit walked away did he speak again. “You’re only visually hidden—you still physically exist. You can still be touched and heard.”

“Got it,” Wei Huan whispered, then looked at Yun Yongzhou. “But how can you see me?”

Yun Yongzhou raised his index and middle fingers to point at his own eyes.

“Oh, right—the Eyes of Xihe. That means I can see myself too, right?” Wei Huan covered his left eye and extended his arm to test it.

Yun Yongzhou nodded. “Channel the power of the Golden Crow and you can activate Xihe’s sight.”

Wei Huan suddenly felt inexplicably happy. The streets of Kunlun Void bustled with crowds and excitement. Whenever he walked here in his human form, demons would always stare at him, treating him as an outsider. Wei Huan had never cared much, but he couldn’t change the fact that he never quite fit in.

But now, in this noisy city, among countless passersby, only Yun Yongzhou could see him.

No one else.

Wei Huan lowered his head, adjusting his pace to match Yun Yongzhou’s stride.

Left, right, left.

He reached out and gently held Yun Yongzhou’s fingertips.

Yun Yongzhou turned his head, a bit surprised.

“Shh.” Wei Huan smiled mischievously. “Just holding you for a bit.”

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