Chapter 149 – Domineering and Obsessed Jade Spirit VS Ascetic, Cleanliness-Obsessed CEO (03)
Mu Jin sensed something amiss and examined the shrine once more, noticing discrepancies. He also communicated with 003 to confirm his findings. After re-reading previous content, Mu Jin identified certain irregularities.
For instance, Gu Yang had frequently visited a certain Taoist temple. Based on the original host’s memory, Gu Yang had also attempted to access this room multiple times, seemingly targeting the shrine.
However, the original host had a severe cleanliness obsession. He preferred to clean his room himself, forbidding servants from entering. His room’s doors were always locked, preventing Gu Yang from succeeding in his attempts.
Gu Yang’s inability to enter might have led him to seek a powerful practitioner, tampering with the shrine’s seal and subtly breaking the barrier around the jade plaque. This could explain why, in the original plot, the male protagonist was able to easily release half of the jade spirit’s seal and free Mo Yan.
Mu Jin deduced that Gu Yang likely understood the jade plaque’s secrets, reinforcing the need for heightened vigilance around him.
But now that Mu Jin was present, he would ensure his lover wouldn’t remain confined in the shrine. With his spiritual energy, he could break the seals with relative ease.
He wasn’t worried about Mo Yan causing harm, given that his lover would never harm him, even at his own expense.
With this understanding, Mu Jin reached out to the shrine, retrieving the jade plaque. The jade plaque, once removed from the shrine, revealed a deep black color. Its texture lacked the usual jade’s warmth, instead feeling icy to the touch.
The reverse side of the jade plaque had a brownish stain, remnants of the blood used to seal it. Mu Jin realized this was from the original practitioner who sealed the jade plaque.
Raising an eyebrow, Mu Jin flipped the jade plaque over to examine the front, surprised to find an engraving of a horned, winged creature, resembling a roaring tiger-like beast—the very image of the mythical beast Qiongqi.
The sight of this engraving and the familiar aura emanating from the jade plaque confirmed to Mu Jin that the jade spirit sealed within was indeed his lover.
Since the shrine’s outer seal had only just begun to loosen, with energy still lingering on the jade plaque, Mo Yan remained in a dormant state. Mu Jin channeled some of his spiritual energy to break the shrine’s outer seals, allowing the plaque to be completely freed.
Knowing that breaking the seal would awaken his lover, Mu Jin felt a twinge of guilt toward the original host’s grandfather, acknowledging that he would need to disturb the shrine.
It was clear that generations of the Mu family had adhered to the tradition of not touching the shrine, without fully understanding its purpose. The ancestors likely feared the jade plaque’s potential to absorb the family’s aura and designed the seal to control it.
Mu Jin, however, felt otherwise. He removed the residual bloodstain from the jade plaque and placed it around his neck. He joked that the plaque, as a good luck charm, should be worn close to the body at all times to bring genuine good fortune.
Having dealt with the seal, Mu Jin felt somewhat tired and changed into more comfortable clothing. After a relaxing bath, he lay down and quickly fell asleep.
However, not long after he fell asleep, a faint light emanated from the black jade plaque.
Mo Yan, awakening in a dazed state, felt his mind clouded with confusion, struggling to maintain full awareness. Having been sealed for so long, he was accustomed to sporadic wakefulness, unable to break free despite numerous attempts.
He remembered the time when he had just taken human form, eager to explore the world, only to be deceived and trapped by a member of the Mu family.
Shaking his head, Mo Yan gritted his teeth, feeling weak all over. His anger boiled over at the thought of his years of imprisonment, vowing that if he ever broke free, he would exact brutal revenge on those who confined him.
Though unclear how many years had passed, Mo Yan knew that if he found an opportunity to break free, he would unleash his fury on the Mu family and anyone who had wronged him.
With each passing day, Mo Yan felt his power being drained by the formation. He was unaware of who was behind it, only knowing that he felt increasingly weaker with each passing day.
Just when Mo Yan felt like he couldn’t hold on much longer and would fade away, a gentle aura suddenly enveloped him, slowly awakening him.
Mo Yan thought it might be an illusion, wondering why he hadn’t felt any formations draining his spiritual energy at this hour.
Closing his eyes, he waited silently, expecting his usual torment to begin in less than an hour. However, as time passed, he didn’t feel the usual torture. More importantly, the oppressive feeling of being bound seemed to have diminished significantly.
It was only at this moment that Mo Yan noticed something was amiss. He quickly attempted to gather the little spiritual energy he had left, and to his surprise, he succeeded.
Being able to control his senses again after so long filled Mo Yan with excitement. Taking a deep breath, he began to sense his surroundings and felt a comforting aura surrounding him.
After a while, Mo Yan fully regained his senses and attempted to use magic to break free from his bindings and explore the outside world. To his amazement, he discovered that the seal that had bound him had disappeared.
He was now free to leave the jade plaque and see the light of day once more.
Finally seeing the world again, Mo Yan couldn’t help but feel ecstatic. Though he still felt physically weak and unable to solidify his form, the sensation of freedom overwhelmed him.
After the joy subsided, he observed his surroundings and noticed that the room looked peculiar, with white walls and strange furnishings. The style appeared cold, and there were many unfamiliar objects.
Mo Yan then looked down and saw that he was lying on a large bed, with another person sleeping beside him. The person had extremely short hair, almost shaved. Were they a monk?
Mo Yan was puzzled, noticing that Mu Jin’s cup was half-covered, revealing his upper body in pajamas. The way Mu Jin was dressed seemed odd, not like typical sleepwear.
Feeling an inexplicable closeness to the person in bed, Mo Yan leaned over to see their face. However, the person’s face was buried in the pillow, making it difficult to see clearly.
After staring for a while, feeling frustrated, Mo Yan blew a breath of cold air towards the person’s neck. As a result, the person subconsciously reached for the blanket, revealing their face buried in the pillow.
Seeing the sleeping person’s appearance, Mo Yan felt his heart skip a beat. They looked particularly cute, with a small nose and slightly upturned lips, even in sleep.
Although their eyes were closed, Mo Yan couldn’t help but imagine how they would look when they opened them. He instinctively felt that they must have lively, cat-like eyes that would captivate anyone.
Mu Jin looked adorable in his sleep, but more importantly, Mo Yan noticed his own jade plaque hanging around Mu Jin’s neck.
So, was it this little guy who had lifted the seal and rescued him?
Floating in mid-air, Mo Yan gazed at Mu Jin’s face, finding it increasingly attractive. He couldn’t help but think how fortunate he was to be saved by such a cute little guy.
Where did he find Mo Yan, and why did he wear the jade plaque around his neck even while sleeping? He must really like Mo Yan. Did he only think of Mo Yan as an ordinary jade plaque, unaware of the jade spirit within?
Mo Yan couldn’t help but draw closer, extending his fingers to lightly touch Mu Jin’s brows and eyes, feeling a surge of affection. If this person had indeed saved him, Mo Yan vowed to repay him once he had his revenge, though he didn’t know what he wanted in return.
But it didn’t matter. Mo Yan was a powerful jade spirit and would surely find a way to repay him.
Lost in his thoughts, Mo Yan stared at Mu Jin for a long time, only realizing afterwards that he might have seemed foolish. Quickly regaining his composure, he stood up, feeling annoyed at himself for acting so foolishly despite his thousands of years of existence. He casually scanned the room, his gaze falling on a sliding door nearby, sensing a familiar, unpleasant aura emanating from it.
Frowning, Mo Yan floated over to the door and casually swung it open. To his surprise, inside was the shrine where he had been sealed, with the destroyed formation engraved on it.
For Mo Yan, the shrine and its formation were all too familiar. But why were these things in this room? And what was the identity of the little guy sleeping in the bed?