Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 9

Focus on the exam. Focus on the exam. Wei Huan patted his forehead. Thinking about all that now was pointless. First, he had to stay in Shanhai. Then he could figure out how to deal with the gou wen poison. Ever since waking up, he’d been going it alone, with no demon power to back him up. He was bound to be at a disadvantage. As for Jing Yun… Wei Huan shook his head. He didn’t even have time to protect the little Chongming.

He thought about his childhood friend, Yang Sheng. He wondered how he had been doing all these years. But Yang Sheng was the eldest son of the Bi Fang clan, excellent in every way—he probably stayed at Shanhai like Yun Yongzhou.

Walking out from behind the stairs, Wei Huan was still debating whether to tell Yang Sheng about his rebirth. But he was a wanted man now, with human research labs hunting him. Besides, if Yang Sheng knew he had been poisoned by gou wen, he would surely do anything to get the reverse soul fruit.

Wei Huan gave up the idea. Now wasn’t the time—he couldn’t drag Yang Sheng into this.

He glanced at his wrist. The purple-black poison had only reached his forearm; there was still some distance to his fingers.

He still had time. First, get into the school.

Looking up, he saw Jing Yun waving at him with a long arm. He couldn’t speak, but his gestures were exaggerated. Wei Huan walked over, and the two of them left the No Speak Building through the main entrance this time.

“How’d you do?” Jing Yun, now a bit more relaxed around Wei Huan, was slightly more animated. “I didn’t think the written test would be a bit easier than I expected. Maybe I’ll actually make it.”

“Don’t worry, I guarantee you’ll make it. Not only that—you’ll get into Fuyao Academy,” Wei Huan said with a smile.

Jing Yun, ever cautious, reached up to cover Wei Huan’s mouth before he could finish and whispered, “How can you be more confident than me?”

Wei Huan brushed his hand away. “Of course. I’m telling you, my mouth is blessed—if I say you can do it, you definitely can.”

After they came out, volunteers waiting in front of the No Speak Building took them to the candidates’ dormitory. That night, Wei Huan barely slept. Images of his death kept flashing through his mind.

To protect an innocent human child, half of his wings had been blasted away by artillery fire.

“That’s a demon! Get over here!”

The child, confused and unaware, left his arms. Trapped within the formation, Wei Huan couldn’t move. Countless avatars of the Nine Phoenix clan inside him tried to escape his body, violently tearing at him, but were ultimately stuck. That terrifying sensation of being torn apart was unforgettable.

On the battlefield, he became a living target—riddled with endless bullets and artillery. Blood spilled freely onto the ground, tears of blood blurring his vision.

He vaguely remembered that at the moment he closed his eyes, he felt regret.

But the memories were jumbled and broken—impossible to piece back together.

He hadn’t inherited the glory of the Nine Phoenix clan, hadn’t become a hero, hadn’t made it back to Shanhai alive…

Too many regrets.

The next morning, Jing Yun rushed over early to find Wei Huan, bringing him to a hidden spot, looking very mysterious. Wei Huan hadn’t slept well and yawned, drained. “What is it? Are we checking scores already?”

Jing Yun pulled out a small bottle of blue potion from his pocket and shoved it into Wei Huan’s hands.

Wei Huan examined the vial in the sunlight, puzzled. “What is this?”

“It’s juice from the floating fruit, mixed with my mother’s personally prepared herbal blend—she’s a demon physician. Since you’re in a human body, if you make it into the combat round, you definitely won’t be able to beat the demons. Right now…”

Jing Yun hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Right now, tensions between humans and demons are really high. Drinking this will boost your stamina and make your body feel much lighter.”

Hearing this, Wei Huan immediately lowered the bottle. “Then I can’t take it. Hand.” He grabbed Jing Yun’s hand and shoved the bottle back. “Take it, don’t lose it.”

Jing Yun grew anxious. “Do you think I’m lying? I’m not. Look,” he unscrewed the lid and took a sip himself. “See? It’s not poisonous. Even though it’s herbal, my mother said it works for humans too—it’s a rare and valuable tonic. Trust me.”

Of course Wei Huan trusted him. He just didn’t want to rely on something like this. And if Jing Yun drank it all himself, his chances in the combat round would be much better. There was no need to sacrifice for him.

But Jing Yun pushed the bottle right to his lips. Wei Huan didn’t want to drink it, but refusing felt worse. In the end, he gave in. Seeing him drink it down, Jing Yun beamed and pushed up his glasses. “Great!”

“What are you so happy about?” Wei Huan closed the bottle and handed it back. The potion left a strange aftertaste. “Tastes like crushed myrtle berries mixed with honey.”

Jing Yun looked astonished. “You’ve eaten myrtle berries before?!”

Wei Huan closed his eyes, exasperated. “Of course not. I was just guessing.”

Jing Yun stared at him. He found Wei Huan incredibly interesting—one of those people he admired but could never be. “I hope we can both get in together.” He adjusted his glasses. “You’ve been helping me all this time. If not for you, I never would’ve made it this far. So I really hope you can go all the way too.”

“This is nothing. If you win the combat round, you’ll officially become part of Shanhai. If you’re placed in Fuyou, life’s super free there.” The potion left a faint grassy aroma in his mouth, and Wei Huan felt lighter and happier. “Fuyou Academy is the best.”

Jing Yun suddenly smiled.

Seeing him grin, Wei Huan asked, “What’re you smiling about?”

“You say it like you’re already a student at Fuyou.” Jing Yun’s smile was childlike. Wei Huan’s heart skipped—bad sign. He quickly tried to fix it. “No, I mean… my idol used to be from Fuyou.”

Jing Yun looked surprised. “Your idol’s a demon? Which one?”

Wei Huan cleared his throat and declared seriously, “Nine Phoenix.”

“Nine Phoenix…” Jing Yun’s expression shifted slightly, his tone uncertain. “You mean the little Nine Phoenix?”

Completely caught up in praising himself, Wei Huan nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah.”

“I see…” Jing Yun looked like he wanted to say more but held back, eventually changing the subject awkwardly. “I heard Fuyou has the freest atmosphere of all the academies. I wonder what the others are like?”

Wei Huan’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, I can answer that! But I’ve only heard this stuff too. Shangshan students are all gentle and soft-spoken, probably because they soak in water all day. The merfolk from Shangshan? Stunningly gorgeous.”

“Jiahui’s pretty nice too. The girls there are super elegant, and their uniforms are cheongsams—super pretty. As for Yansui…” Wei Huan shook his head. “Ugh, I heard they’re all battle maniacs. Say the wrong thing, and it’s straight to the crematorium.”

“Sounds scary…” Jing Yun was captivated. Wei Huan added, “So never mess with anyone from Yansui.”

They chatted for a while and then headed off to check their scores. Shanhai looked completely different at night compared to daytime. When blooming, the Yingmu trees sparkled like stars, but closed their petals in the sun, with each leaf casting a hundred shadows.

“These leaves are giving me a headache,” Jing Yun muttered.

Wei Huan laughed. “They say it’s to train students to focus, but I think it’s just the principal’s twisted hobby.” Then added quickly, “Just what I’ve heard. Hey, look at all those people at the main building!”

As they got closer, the demon standing at the base of the main hall, staring at the glowing results screen, suddenly caught a whiff of human scent. One after another, they turned to look at the human examinee approaching the written test rankings.

“Why is everyone staring at you…” Jing Yun muttered nervously. “And their expressions are kinda scary…”

Wei Huan immediately realized—something was wrong.

“Jing Yun, hurry and go check our scores!”

Jing Yun responded with an “oh,” and flew up to the light screen a beat late, hunching over to closely inspect the ranking board.

Before long, his voice came from mid-air.

“Wei—Wei Heng!”

From a distance, Wei Huan looked up and saw Jing Yun’s flustered, panicked expression.

“You! You got first place in the written exam!”