After arriving at the Yang Wood Forest, Ye Yuqiao quietly approached Chen Hao.

Chen Hao had chosen a highland area ahead where the view was more open for cultivation. In front of him was a winding sea of trees, ending in a bank of white mist. Below the mist flowed a silent and still river;

Behind Chen Hao stood a tree, its roots thicker than the trunks of the shrubbery. Though an old tree, it still bore tender green leaves, lush and dense, shielding Chen Hao from the night sky and starlight at night, and from the blazing sun during the day.

After a while, Ye Yuqiao finally saw Chen Hao's profile. Thus, her steps became even lighter, lighter than the wind itself.

She feared disturbing Chen Hao, and she also feared Chen Hao seeing the tears as thin as threads on her face.

A day apart felt like an eternity, such a feeling was profoundly intense.

Ultimately, Ye Yuqiao stopped beside a large tree. She hid behind it, poking her head out to secretly watch Chen Hao.

She saw that streams of intense Yang Energy were pouring into Chen Hao's body like an endless supply of water from the heavens, circulating several times inside him before transforming into Yin Qi, which was then absorbed by the Nether King Orchid Heart over Chen Hao's left eye. At that moment, the Nether King Orchid Heart's glow was so dazzling, changing color and deepening as it elevated in Spiritual Power bit by bit.

With every substantial intake of Yang Energy, Chen Hao's complexion would flush red, then turned slightly green again as the Nether King Orchid Heart absorbed the Yin Qi that had been transformed from the Yang Energy.

Such alternating extremes of Yin and Yang naturally caused Chen Hao to show a pained expression. Seeing the anguish on Chen Hao's face and sweat beads as big as peas, Ye Yuqiao felt deep heartache.

"Boyfriend, hang in there!" Ye Yuqiao whispered softly.

Half an hour later, Ye Yuqiao departed reluctantly like a shadow.

However, not long after Ye Yuqiao had left, Chen Hao suddenly opened his eyes and immediately spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The reason for the blood vomiting was the excessive transformation between Yin and Yang energies causing disarray in his energy and blood circulation; he needed to stop and rest for a while.

Half a minute later, purple light flashed in Chen Hao's left eye, and consequently, the blood he had spat out flowed back into his body.

Suddenly, he was startled because he detected a familiar scent.

Even though the scent was faint in the wind, he immediately recognized it.

It was a unique fragrance that belonged only to his Yuqiao.

"Yuqiao has been here!" Chen Hao was overjoyed, his face full of pride, "It seems she really misses me. She couldn't help but secretly come to see me on the first day of my closed-door cultivation."

With a smile he couldn't hide, he closed his eyes and continued to inhale the lingering fragrance in the air.

When he opened his eyes, Chen Hao's expression had turned solemn. All day, he had been using the technique of transforming Yin and Yang energies to enhance the Spiritual Power within his body.

And now, he needed to practice the Return to Yang Spell. Only by advancing the chapters of the Return to Yang Spell could he absorb and contain more Yang Energy at one time. The further he progressed with the Return to Yang Spell, the more difficult it became to practice. Any mishaps could cause the Yang Energy inside to scatter chaotically and collide against the Yin Qi. Additionally, there was a chance it might conflict with the Yang Energy passed on to him from Lu Siwei.

He opened the Return to Yang Spell and once again focused intently, entering a state of self-forgetfulness.

..

After leaving the Yang Wood Forest, Ye Yuqiao returned to her room.

At that moment, the room echoed with sharp, piercing screams.

Tang Jing was having a nightmare!

Ye Yuqiao quickly approached Tang Jing. She didn't rush to wake her, instead first checking for any Yin Souls entangling Tang Jing.

"Tang Jing, Tang Jing!" Ye Yuqiao called out softly, her hand lightly patting Tang Jing's cheek.

"Mm, mm!" Tang Jing's panicked voice became more urgent, and her body started to tremble.

Ye Yuqiao's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she quickly pressed her left forefinger and middle finger against Tang Jing's brow, then injected Yang Energy into her fingers.

"Ah!" With a loud cry, Tang Jing suddenly opened her eyes wide, followed by a series of rapid gasps for air.

After settling her startled soul, the fear in Tang Jing's eyes faded. She looked at Ye Yuqiao, hesitated for a moment, then threw herself into Ye Yuqiao's arms, her voice trembling as she said, "Yuqiao, I just had a nightmare."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Ye Yuqiao patted Tang Jing's back to comfort her, "It was just a dream."

"I dreamt of a child, he was hanging in front of me, and then blood flowed from his seven orifices. His eyes were staring straight at me, and I couldn't hide no matter what I did." Tang Jing's fear grew as she spoke, "That look in his eyes, it felt very much like someone I've seen somewhere before."

"Who?"

After thinking for a long time, Tang Jing finally replied, "The woman we visited today at the mental hospital."

Having said that, Tang Jing scared herself with her own words.

"Could it be that child?" Ye Yuqiao's brows were tightly knit, "Do you remember what he looked like?"

"Mm!"

..

The next day.

Early in the morning, Xie Xiaofeng had gone to the police station to get a photo of Zhou Peng, the son of Li Xiulian.

It was a picture of Zhou Peng at the age of 10, holding a trophy and a certificate, but his smile seemed forced at the time, and there was a melancholy in his eyes.

It was not the smile or the look that a ten-year-old child should have.

However, his mother, Li Xiulian, only noticed the trophy and certificate in Zhou Peng's hands, and she felt proud of them.

When Tang Jing took that photo from Xie Xiaofeng, she was immediately stunned and after a long time, she exclaimed in shock, "The child I dreamt about last night... it was him!"

"Could it be that ever since we entered the mental hospital, he has been around us all the time?" Xie Xiaofeng pondered without comprehending, "But that's not right; if he had appeared, how could Yuqiao have failed to detect him?"

"The child was pretty good though." Tang Jing remarked as she looked over the photo, "He was a young painter in his lifetime. The trophy and certificate he's holding are from winning the city's youth painting competition."

Ye Yuqiao naturally didn't care about what prize Zhou Peng had won in the photo; she was pondering how Zhou Peng had entered Tang Jing's dream? And when had he done so.

She carefully recalled that yesterday morning they went to the mental hospital, and in the afternoon, they strolled around J city's downtown area. All the way, she had been vigilant about the Yin and Yang energies in the surroundings, it seemed unlikely that Zhou Peng's Yin Soul had any opportunity to take advantage.

Perhaps Tang Jing dreaming about Zhou Peng was just a coincidence.

But Tang Jing had never seen Zhou Peng before, so how could she dream of someone who looked exactly like him?

..

By noon.

Xie Xiaofeng received a call from Lu Yuan, who said that although there were no sudden deaths of teenagers yesterday, two had died this morning.

Clearly, Zhou Peng had been busy dealing with Ye Yuqiao, Xie Xiaofeng, and Tang Jing last night, so he didn't have time to commit the act. The additional death today was making up for yesterday's absence.

"Let's go check out the victim's home," Xie Xiaofeng suggested, "Maybe we can find some clues."

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