Sunday, early morning.

Chen Hao, the president of the Y City Yin Yang Master Association, arrived early alone at the association's entrance. Just as he was about to go in, a simple-looking middle-aged man in thick clothing approached him. This man was the village head of Hetou Village in Ping County of Y City. He revealed a row of big white teeth and asked, "Young man, is this the Yin Yang Master Association?"

Chen Hao nodded.

The village head of Hetou Village smiled again, looking very honest, and then asked, "When will your president arrive?"

Chen Hao was startled, then stammered, "In a while, may I ask if you have some urgent business with him?"

Suddenly, the village head's smile disappeared, and he appeared distressed as he told Chen Hao about the issue of the drunken immortal, the village head of Hewei Village, occupying Hetou Village's land.

After hearing what the village head had to say, Chen Hao became furious. He thought to himself that even King Ning had promised not to enter half a step into Y City anymore, and some unknown evil ghost pretending to be an immortal still dared to offend! He looked at the village head of Hetou Village and said, "Wait a moment, I'll come back with you to the village to take care of that drunken immortal!"

"Ah!" The village head of Hetou Village was very surprised, suddenly looking troubled, and hurriedly explained, "No, young man, this drunken immortal is quite powerful. I'm afraid you might not be able to handle him. In my opinion, it's better to wait for your president to come."

"Oh come on!" Chen Hao gave the village head a disdainful look, somewhat impatiently said, "I am the president of the Yin Yang Master Association!"

Upon hearing this, the village head's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets. He had learned from his relatives that the president of the Yin Yang Master Association was very young, but he never imagined he would be this young, and the term 'youthful' would be an even more appropriate description.

"Hold on, let me make a phone call first," Chen Hao said. He then called Ye Yuqiao, telling her he was about to rush to Ping County for business and probably wouldn't be back until after midnight tomorrow.

Finding no one to cook as an excuse, Ye Yuqiao insisted on accompanying Chen Hao to Ping County.

Such a request from Ye Yuqiao, of course, was something Chen Hao could hardly resist and gladly accepted.

Soon after hanging up the phone, Ye Yuqiao took a taxi to the Yin Yang Master Association, and then the two of them rode in the village head of Hetou Village's car to Hetou Village.

Two and a half hours later, the car finally entered the picturesque Hetou Village, nestled by mountains and rivers. As soon as they got out of the car, the villagers of Hetou Village immediately crowded around. Firstly, they saw a boy of about twenty years old getting out of the car, and the villagers were quite surprised, whispering to each other in discussion; then they saw Ye Yuqiao come down from the car, and all the villagers were stunned, especially the male villagers!

"Everyone," the village head moved over to Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao, introducing Chen Hao to the villagers, "This is our renowned president of the Y City Yin Yang Master Association. He led the eradication of the Dao County ghost market not long ago!"

Hearing the village head say this, the villagers burst into amazement, all expressing admiration for Chen Hao's achievements at such a young age.

After entering the village, the village head led Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao, along with a group of strong villagers, to the land occupied by the villagers of Hewei Village.

There were seven or eight villagers from Hewei Village clearing weeds on the land at the time. Seeing the village head of Hetou Village leading a group of villagers looking ready to fight, a few of them were not scared at all. Instead, they looked at the villagers of Hetou Village with a sneering laugh, "Are you guys from Hetou Village not convinced and wanting to make trouble again?"

Chen Hao stepped quickly in front of the few men, two steps ahead of the village head, and made a shooing gesture, "Beat it while they still don't have the urge to beat you to death. Get back to your village, quick!"

"Who is this kid!" a dark-skinned man shouted angrily at Chen Hao, "Although you have more people, don't forget we have the drunken immortal on our side!"

"Ptui!" Chen Hao spat in disdain, "Then hurry back and call your dogshit drunken immortal for me, I promise not to kill it!"

"Yes, hurry up and call him over!" At this moment, the head of the village at the river's head walked over to Chen Hao's side and shouted towards the people from the village at the river's tail. With Chen Hao's support, the village head's momentum was stronger than ever.

Following this, dozens of villagers from the river's head village also stepped forward, raising their farming tools and furiously cursing at the people from the river's tail village.

Seeing that the situation was turning bad, the few people from the river's tail village immediately dropped their tools and ran back to their village, but not before leaving some harsh words behind, saying that they would make the people from the river's head village regret it tonight.

After the departure of the river's tail village, the river's head village burst into loud cheers, as if they had already achieved the ultimate victory. Only the frown on the village head's forehead from the river's head village still lingered; he looked at the young Chen Hao by his side, feeling somewhat unsure in his heart.

At noon, after eating at the village head's house, Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao took a leisurely stroll hand in hand on the country lanes, by the river, and through the woods, finding the relaxed and natural afternoon particularly delightful. Under the soft sunlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the tranquil Sha River looked like a ribbon inlaid with countless diamonds to the eyes below, indescribably beautiful.

On the bank, Chen Hao embraced Ye Yuqiao's waist from behind, closed his eyes, and soaked in the feel of the wind and the softness of the beauty in his arms. Ever since that night on Yue Mountain, Chen Hao had distinctly felt that Ye Yuqiao was slowly embracing her role as his girlfriend, which filled his heart with happiness.

The gentle breeze by the river played with Ye Yuqiao's long hair but disturbed Chen Hao's heart. Chen Hao turned Ye Yuqiao around and kissed her. Although Ye Yuqiao responded to his kiss somewhat awkwardly, it was enough to make Chen Hao feel her reciprocation.

A long kiss always feels sweet and intoxicating.

...

Dusk fell. After dinner, Chen Hao told all the villagers to go back and rest, while he and Ye Yuqiao sat at the entrance of the village, waiting for the arrival of the Drunken Immortal.

It was almost nine o'clock when the Drunken Immortal finally appeared.

The Drunken Immortal, wearing a festive robe and with two gourds of wine hanging from his waist, his eyes flickering between clarity and drunkenness, stumbled towards Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao, pretending not to see them.

"Stop pretending!" Chen Hao said listlessly, the sight of this powerful ghost in front of him failing to stir any fighting spirit inside him. He smiled at Ye Yuqiao, then stood up, his left eye shooting out a gentle purple Nether Light, revealing the Drunken Immortal's true form.

It was nothing more than a drunkard in tattered clothes with a vicious face.

"You!" the Drunken Immortal's eyes suddenly shot out a sharp light, "Who are you?"

"The handsomest Onmyoji in history!" Chen Hao declared loudly, "Didn't King Ning tell you not to set foot in Y City's territory?"

The Drunken Immortal was astonished. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly opened the gourds in his hand and aimed the mouth of the gourd at Chen Hao, shouting: "I'll capture you now!"

Chen Hao was startled, thinking that the gourd might produce some formidable trick.

But after a while, the gourd made no move at all.

"Are you sure you're opening it the right way?" Chen Hao asked, leaning his head closer to the mouth of the gourd, his face full of curiosity.

However, just as his hand was about to touch the mouth of the gourd...

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