Yin Yang Soul Searcher

Bai Jueming chewed rice as he recounted to Han Xueshan what happened after he fainted.

Han Xue nodded repeatedly as she listened, "I never expected that Chu Jiangyuan would be involved with the demon race. It can't all be blamed on you."

After finishing their meal, Bai Jueming handed them the tableware. Han Xueshan then began to regulate her breathing.

Today, with nothing to do, Bai Jueming returned to his room. He lay down on a chair, enjoying the rare moment of leisure, and slowly fell asleep.

I have to say, being an Onmyoji is really great. When there are no tasks, you can slack off however you want, and no one will check up on you.

They waited until the sun was setting, the courtyard bathed in its golden light, and dusk was falling before Bai Jueming was finally woken by Han Xueshan: "Weren't you going home?"

"Would you like to come back with me?" Bai Jueming invited.

"Pah! You slut!" Han Xueshan glared at him. "What are you up to, asking me to go to your house so late!"

"No?" Bai Jueming laughed in exasperation. "Do you know why you think so badly of me?"

Han Xueshan crossed her arms and sneered, "Because that's the truth!"

"No, no, no," Bai Jueming waved his index finger in front of her, then stood up and approached the door. "It's your lewd thoughts that make you think I'm that kind of dirty person. Besides, you're my brother, what kind of thoughts could I possibly have about you?"

"Snap"

Before Han Xueshan could get angry, Bai Jueming slammed the door shut and ran into the street like a madman. Han Xueshan's angry curses could be faintly heard behind him.

Fine, I won't go. Why are you thinking such bad things about me? Am I that kind of person? Well, that's hard to say...

Stepping out of the government office, Bai Jueming took a deep breath. Looking at the bustling capital city, Bai Jueming wasn't in a hurry to go back and decided to stroll through the city's night market that evening.

It wasn't too late yet, and some shops along the street had already hung up lanterns, which swayed gently in the evening breeze.

Horse-drawn carriages shuttled through the streets, their wheels making a "rumbling" sound as they rubbed against the stone pavement.

Bai Jueming wandered aimlessly until he found himself on Hua'an Street.

Bai Jueming looked up and saw that the entrance of "Chen's Pharmacy" was crowded with people who came to buy medicine. A commotion broke out below.

The middle-aged, portly owner of "Chen's Pharmacy" had to personally step in to maintain order and ensure that every customer could purchase medicine.

Where is this disaster happening? Why are so many people buying medicine? Bai Jueming was puzzled.

Just then, the portly owner of the pharmacy also spotted Bai Jueming, his obese body squeezing through the crowd. A smile spread across his face as he said solicitously, "Sir, you're here to buy medicine too?"

"Why buy medicine of all things?" Bai Jueming put his arm around the fat shopkeeper's shoulder and walked aside. "What's going on? Why are so many people buying medicine?"

The portly shopkeeper glanced back at the crowd and then explained, "These are all people from the outskirts of the capital, here to buy herbs to treat miasma poisoning."

"Miasma poisoning? What happened? Explain in detail."

"Well, I don't know the specifics. It's just that before, a few people would inevitably come to buy this herb. I don't know why, but suddenly there are more." The fat shopkeeper paused and continued, "But they're all mild symptoms, and our stock is more than enough."

"Nothing's wrong?" Bai Jueming looked back at the crowd in line. "Could it be the plague?"

"Don't worry, sir, one dose of herbal medicine will cure you completely," the fat boss said confidently.

Bai Jueming nodded, feeling that things weren't that simple. He wondered if it was related to the demon cultivators who had recently appeared.

But then I thought, why would demon cultivators bother with large-scale killings of civilians? Not only would it bring them no benefit, but they would also easily be purged by the imperial court. The benefits and risks were completely disproportionate.

"Don't be so confident. Focus on doing business properly," Bai Jueming warned. "Don't get involved in any more strange cases."

Before leaving, Bai Jueming noticed that the entrance to "Jia Family Pharmacy" was still sealed off, and the attic looked rather desolate, standing out from the bustling shops around it.

"That's right, that's right." The fat boss nodded and bowed as he saw Bai Jueming off.

Bai Jueming wandered aimlessly. The shops along the street were already brightly lit, with signs and banners hanging high and swaying gently in the breeze.

Seeing a street stall selling sugar figurines, Bai Jueming wanted to buy one for Xiaotang. He rummaged through his pockets, finding them emptier than he was.

Damn it, what's the point of shopping here? Making money is definitely the most important thing in life. Bai Jueming could only grumble and mutter as he walked home.

When Bai Jueming returned home, the bright moon was already high in the sky, casting its cool and clear light, draping the capital city in a silver veil. The moonlight was like water.

Bai Jueming gently knocked on the door. It's all that tomboy's fault; she insisted on intimidating me with force. Otherwise, I would have gone to the stables to get a horse. I heard that the horses of the Yin-Yang Palace can be used for personal purposes.

That night, Bai Wanfang opened the door herself; Xiaotang was already asleep. Upon seeing Bai Jueming, Bai Wanfang inevitably subjected him to torture and interrogation.

In the kitchen, Bai Wanfang ladled out leftover rice and handed it to Bai Jueming: "Why did it take you so long to get back? Did something happen on the way?"

You survived an assassination attempt and almost didn't get to see your new, transmigrated brother again.

Of course, Bai Jueming wouldn't say that. While shoveling food into his mouth, he vaguely replied, "I was supposed to be back that night, but the carriage at the caravan broke down, so I had to stay out overnight."

"After I got back, I went straight to the Yin-Yang Palace to go on a mission. I've been busy ever since."

"Sis, I have a legitimate business now, I won't go to places like the black market anymore, don't you believe me?"

"Won't it be dangerous for you to go on a mission?" Bai Wanfang sighed, her voice filled with worry. "I never imagined that getting a government job would be so difficult."

Since ancient times, the meals served by officials have never been easy. Today you might be enjoying a night out with young models, but tomorrow you could be exiled to Lingnan...

"I'm protected by martial artists, so I'm basically safe." Bai Jueming smoothly changed the subject: "But Hongfei, he's been cultivating for so many years, he needs to go down the mountain and venture into the martial world."

Bai Wanfang frowned slightly: "But he's only fourteen years old. Does he need to go down the mountain so early?"

Can you really measure this by age? This little brother is only fourteen, but he's been cultivating for longer than me, and his talent is much higher. He almost killed himself with a single hand-crafted Heavenly Thunder!

"He's already reached the eighth rank; we can't delay any longer," Bai Jueming patiently explained. "Sister, you probably don't know how powerful the eighth rank is."

Bai Jueming pointed to himself with his chopsticks in hand: "Someone like me, Hongfei could take on at least five of us." Bai Jueming felt a wave of misery; they were both eighth-rank...

"Is he really that good?" Bai Wanfang asked incredulously.

"I came down the mountain to travel and improve my cultivation, not to deliberately pick fights. I'm more than capable of protecting myself."

Bai Wanfang rested her chin on her hand, looking worried. "You've all grown up now, and I can't control you anymore. Let him go if he wants to. But you must find a wife for the Bai family as soon as possible. So we can live a peaceful life together."

Why bring this up out of the blue? Bai Jueming remained silent, only eating dry rice.

"Oh, right, I'm going to set up a stall tomorrow. I've done a lot of embroidery these past few months, so I should take some time to sell some of it. Xiaotang is coming with me tomorrow too. If we're back late, you'll have to cook for yourself."

Bai Jueming's family had a small wooden cart. Every now and then, Bai Wanfang would finish her embroidery and push the cart out to sell it to earn money.

"My dear elder sister, the family isn't short of money. Didn't we just give you fifty taels a couple of days ago? I'll give you more every month after I get my salary."

To everyone's surprise, Bai Wanfang shook her head: "No, those are your dowry for getting married. I'll save them for you."

Bai Jueming sighed. His eldest sister had taken on the heavy responsibilities of the family at a young age and knew how hard it was to earn money, so she was reluctant to spend any. Bai Jueming knew he couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he didn't continue. Let her do this small business if she wants; it's both her hobby and her way of making money... In her words, she wouldn't be looked down upon when she went to her husband's family.

After finishing his meal, Bai Jueming returned to his room. Standing by the window, looking at the moon in the sky, he felt a pang of homesickness.

I don't know how my parents are doing. I'll treat the 200,000 yuan I've saved in my account as my retirement money for them.

Luckily, he wasn't married before the car accident, otherwise his wife would have had to remarry and his children would have had to change their surname to Wang.

His parents are both ordinary factory workers, and he has a younger brother named Esby who is in college and loves singing and dancing (though his surname isn't Cai). Hopefully, he'll mature in the future and take on more responsibility for the family...

Yesterday's life is gone, and there's no point in dwelling on it. It's better to think about how to live the days to come.

This is a tragic family, both parents deceased. The eldest sister single-handedly raised her younger siblings; it's truly remarkable that a woman could maintain this small piece of land in Beijing.

Fortunately, his two younger brothers were lucky; one became a direct disciple of Taoism, while he himself was mentored and became an Onmyoji.

There are advantages and disadvantages to living a life of spiritual practice. It's easier to make money than for ordinary people, but it also involves more dangers.

Bai Jueming suddenly remembered what Chu Jiangyuan had said: in all his years in the black market, he had only ever seen himself as a rogue Yin-Yang Master.

Onmyoji are so rare? What are the requirements to become an Onmyoji? What kind of constitution do I have that makes it so easy for me to become an Onmyoji?

Could it be related to the iron bone on my back? Could that iron bone have been placed there by the old man? Also, Cheng Yanbing's healing pills have a similar effect to my iron bone. Is it a coincidence?

Bai Jueming frantically scratched his numb scalp. This original owner of the body was no pushover either! He harbored so many secrets that even he himself didn't know. It was a miracle that he had survived until now!

I need to find a chance to ask Brother Shan what the requirements are to become an Onmyoji. If you have connections, you have to make use of them; otherwise, you'll be like a headless fly trying to figure things out on your own.

There's also Chu Jiangyuan; I need to be careful. Even though he's crippled now, there's no guarantee he won't send someone to kill me again.

Bai Jueming scratched his head, feeling a headache coming on. In his past life, he worked hard every day just to make a living. This life, he's finally got a government job, but he's accidentally entered the cultivation world and still has to struggle to survive! When will he ever be able to live a carefree life of drinking and listening to music every day?!

Bai Jueming collapsed weakly onto the bed. Life is like forcing itself on you; if you can't change it, just accept it.