Mysterious Yin Energy

“Thank you for the compliment, but true masters are destined to be as lonely as snow—you wouldn’t understand,” Chen Fengyun said, shaking his head with a sigh. However, to everyone else, he just seemed insufferable.

In truth, if it weren’t for his parents, Chen Fengyun had no desire to show off like this. He could have simply saved his strength for the college entrance exams, secured a direct admission to the capital, and avoided drawing any attention now.

Indeed, Chen Fengyun had already set his sights on his goal: the Archaeology Department at Capital University. There, he believed he would have the chance to handle many ancient artifacts, perhaps even explore ancient tombs and seek opportunities for cultivating immortality.

The fourth period was English. Their teacher, Ms. Chen, was reviewing the recent mock exam with the class. But only a dozen minutes into the lesson, she suddenly stopped, bracing herself against the lectern, her body swaying unsteadily.

“The teacher is sick.”

“She feels so cold.”

Seeing Ms. Chen about to collapse, the two girls in the front row rushed to catch her. Their cries soon plunged the classroom into chaos.

Some students ran to fetch other teachers from the office, while others hurried to help support Ms. Chen. Chen Fengyun, sitting in the third row, saw clearly that her body was trembling and her lips had turned bluish-black.

What’s more, the two girls holding her also began to shiver, their faces paling rapidly. They quickly withdrew, unable to bear the cold.

The moment Chen Fengyun touched Ms. Chen, he felt a faint vibration from his system—as if a strange, subtle energy lingered around her. At the same time, her body felt as cold as ice and snow.

Noticing that Chen Fengyun was now supporting Ms. Chen, the two girls and the other students immediately let go, especially the girls, who kept blowing on their hands, chilled to the bone.

“Quick, get Ms. Chen some hot water,” someone called, and a classmate brought over a cup, but Ms. Chen’s hands were so numb she couldn’t hold it steady. Chen Fengyun took the cup and helped her drink a few sips, but she was too cold to even speak.

“Could it be that this strange energy is what’s making her so cold?” Chen Fengyun wondered. Seeing how much she was suffering, he immediately instructed the system to absorb the energy from her.

To his surprise, after the system absorbed the energy, he gained one attribute point, and Ms. Chen’s shivering stopped; her body temperature gradually began to rise.

“Teacher, let me help you to the office for a rest,” he said.

Though the strange energy had been removed, Ms. Chen was still chilled and unfit to continue teaching. Chen Fengyun supported her as they walked toward the office.

Just as they stepped out, a male and a female teacher hurried over. When they tried to assist Ms. Chen, they instantly recoiled from the chill emanating from her.

“Chen Fengyun, aren’t you cold?” Ms. Chen managed to ask, her teeth chattering now that she could finally speak a little after the energy was drawn out.

“I practice qigong, so I can handle it,” Chen Fengyun replied with a smile, then helped her into the office. A student followed, refilling Ms. Chen’s mug with hot water.

Chen Fengyun helped her drink; she felt a bit warmer, but she still shivered, her lips still tinged with blue. Gradually, though, her spirits improved.

“Ms. Chen, may I ask, did you come into contact with anything unusual recently?” Chen Fengyun inquired, recalling the system’s message that the energy within her was “Xuan Yin Qi”—a very peculiar force not typically found in ordinary things.

“Are you suggesting Ms. Chen has been possessed?” the younger female teacher asked nervously.

“Don’t talk nonsense,” the male teacher scolded, glaring at Chen Fengyun. “This is the modern age—everything has a scientific explanation. There’s no such thing as ghosts and demons.”

“I never said she was possessed,” Chen Fengyun muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. “I just asked if she’d touched anything unusual lately—something she hadn’t encountered before.”

“Now that you mention it, there is something. My husband just got back from a business trip yesterday and brought me an ancient bronze mirror. The moment I picked it up, I felt a chill—so much so I even shivered,” Ms. Chen recalled.

“Could there be a female ghost in that ancient mirror? So Ms. Chen really is possessed?” the young female teacher, fresh out of university and apparently an avid reader of novels, exclaimed, her imagination running wild.

But the male teacher said nothing further. The situation was too strange; though he claimed not to believe in the supernatural, he couldn’t help feeling uneasy.

“It’s not possession,” Chen Fengyun said, shaking his head. “It’s just a trace of cold energy. Ordinary people, especially women, are more susceptible. If it enters the body, it can erupt like this at any moment.”

“Then why aren’t you cold? Is it because you’re still a virgin?” The lively young teacher, Zeng Yiyue, suddenly blurted out, leaving everyone stunned. She stared at Chen Fengyun as if nothing was amiss.

“Ahem, I practice qigong, so I’m not afraid of this kind of cold energy. Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll use my energy to help Ms. Chen adjust her system, and then I’ll go with you to take a look at the bronze mirror,” Chen Fengyun replied, scratching his head.

“Thank you, Fengyun. How do you do it?” Ms. Chen asked, ignoring the male teacher’s skepticism about qigong, trusting instead in Chen Fengyun’s goodwill.

She knew full well that just moments ago she’d been so cold she could barely move, but after he supported her, the chill had distinctly lessened, and warmth had gradually returned to her body.

“Just place your hands flat on the desk,” Chen Fengyun instructed. Ms. Chen did as told, and he held his right hand, palm down, hovering two or three centimeters above hers, then released a stream of spiritual energy.

Instantly, Ms. Chen’s eyes widened in astonishment. She felt a current of warmth pour into her palm, coursing swiftly along her meridians throughout her body. As the heat spread, the cold within her melted away like snow under sunlight, and warmth flooded back.

In just five minutes, Chen Fengyun had expended a fifth of his spiritual energy, but completely dispelled the lingering trace of Xuan Yin Qi from her body, restoring her to normal.

Ms. Chen stood up, flexed her arms, and moved about, marveling at how thoroughly she’d recovered. She couldn’t help but look at Chen Fengyun with newfound wonder—he truly did know qigong.

“Ms. Chen, how are you feeling? Does he really know qigong?” Zeng Yiyue asked curiously.