The Unconscious in Dreams

It was obvious that Wang Keting really did not want to go with them. He was just a spoiled young playboy; hiding beneath the wings of his father and older sister and living it up was enough for him.

And now he was supposed to get mixed up in this kind of thing?

Wang Xincheng looked at him and said, word by word, “You were born in a yang year, yang month, yang day, and yang hour. Your Four Pillars are pure yang. Twenty years ago, you weren’t by my side, so I couldn’t use you. Now that we’re reinforcing the seal, we happen to need someone to channel yang energy.”

Wang Keting froze for several seconds. His whole expression turned awful.

“Dad, why didn’t you ever tell me something this huge before?”

“What would you have done if I’d told you? Gone around telling everyone you were pure yang?”

Wang Leyao coldly added, “He absolutely would have. He’d probably print it on the back of his business cards.”

Wang Keting glared at her. “Sis, don’t make me sound so cheap. I’d definitely print it on the front.”

Wang Xincheng continued, “A pure-yang fate is rich in yang energy and can suppress yin evil for a while. If you’re still a virgin, the effect will be even better.”

The study went quiet for a moment.

Wang Keting’s expression became extremely complicated.

Wang Leyao turned to look at him.

Wang Xincheng looked at him too.

Wang Keting coughed twice. He picked up the bowl of sweet soup, then remembered it was meant for his father and set it back down.

“Dad, do we really have to suddenly discuss private matters like this between father and son?”

A vein twitched at Wang Xincheng’s temple.

“You’re not married yet, are you?”

“Not being married and being a virgin are two different things.”

Wang Keting lowered his voice. “Society moves so fast these days. I’m already in my thirties—if I were still a virgin, that wouldn’t mean society had a problem. It would mean I had a problem.”

Wang Leyao couldn’t help laughing, then managed to swallow it back.

Wang Xincheng stared at his son for a long while without saying anything.

Wang Keting’s skin crawled under that look. “Dad, don’t look at me like that. Sure, I like to have fun, but I haven’t broken the law.”

“Shut up.”

Wang Xincheng pressed at the bridge of his nose.

He should have known.

After all, his son was over thirty. Although he had never brought a girlfriend home, Wang Xincheng was certain his son wasn’t gay.

Suppressing her smile, Wang Leyao asked, “Dad, will it affect the seal?”

“It will, but it’s not insurmountable.”

Wang Keting let out a breath of relief.

The next second, Wang Xincheng said, “If he’s no longer a virgin, we can still use a virgin boy’s urine. At that time, find a boy born during a yang hour who hasn’t lost his virginity, and collect a bowlful.”

Wang Keting’s face turned green.

“Dad, wait. We’re going to reinforce a seal, not open some folk-remedy clinic. You’re sending me to the mainland just so I can go take a piss?”

This time, Wang Leyao truly burst out laughing.

Wang Xincheng shot her a glare, though he was having a hard time keeping a straight face himself.

“First of all, it’s called yang water in our line of work. And of course I’m not sending you there just to piss. You’ll be giving blood. Your blood is far more potent than urine; urine just doesn’t harm the body.”

No longer bothering with him, Wang Xincheng got up and took an old wooden box from a hidden compartment in the bookcase. When he opened it, there were several pieces of jade, some bronze artifacts, and a short blade wrapped in black cloth.

The moment the short blade was exposed, the needle in the luopan’s heavenly pool shifted another half notch.

Wang Leyao’s smile vanished.

Wang Keting fell silent as well.

They both knew how important the items inside were. Their father had never allowed either of them to touch that wooden box.

Wang Xincheng covered the blade with the black cloth again.

“Tomorrow morning at nine, we cross the border and head to Guangzhou. Leyao, contact the company and rearrange the schedule. Keting, from now on, no alcohol, no women, no nightclubs, and absolutely no jerking off. I’ll have someone cook you some pig’s blood to build up your strength.”

“Huh?”

Wang Leyao picked up her tablet. “I’ll have the driver get the car ready.”

“Mm. Keep an eye on your brother. Don’t let him do anything stupid.”

Wang Keting slumped onto the sofa, completely deflated.

“Is it too late for me to quit the Wang family?”

“Too late.”

As Wang Leyao passed him, she casually took away his glass of red wine. “Starting tonight, you’re under Dad’s command.”

“Sis, this is the illegal detention of a rich second-generation heir.”

“Then start making yourself useful as one.”

That was what she said, but Wang Leyao had already begun making arrangements. She also needed to call on her connections in Guangzhou to find out more about the matter.

She would be setting out early the next morning.

--System: Just passing through. Purely passing through.--

Fang Jun opened his eyes to a field of white.

A clean, absurdly pure white.

He stood there blankly for two seconds, looked down at his hands, then at the space beneath his feet.

There were no tiles, no shadows, not even a breeze.

“Where is this? Wasn’t I asleep? Is this a dream?”

As he spoke, Fang Jun raised a hand and slapped himself.

Smack.

Well, damn. It really didn’t hurt.

He immediately perked up.

“Could this be one of those lucid dreams?!”

Fang Jun rubbed his face. That slap hadn’t hurt, but it had still been pretty embarrassing.

Luckily, no one was around. Otherwise, he would have had to find some excuse to save face.

At the edge of the white expanse was a tiny black dot.

Fang Jun tilted his head from side to side and squinted at it for a long time.

“Where did that little black speck come from?”

Then he started walking toward it.

Before he had gone far, Fang Jun realized the black dot was moving too. It was neither retreating nor wandering to either side. It seemed to be approaching him as well.

As the distance closed, its outline became clear.

Fang Jun stopped walking.

That figure was far too familiar.

“No way.”

He rubbed his eyes.

“I’m having a lucid dream, so why am I still dreaming about her?”

At that moment, Fang Jun began to doubt himself. Was he like Supreme Treasure—claiming to like Bai Jingjing, yet calling out Zixia’s name 784 times in his dreams?

This dream’s material library was showing him a shocking lack of respect.

Lost in those thoughts, he saw the other person suddenly sprint toward him.

Fang Jun instinctively took half a step back, but he was too late.

Bang.

He was shoved to the ground, though there was no pain.

Luo Ruiyu was on top of him, both hands pinning his shoulders, her movements frantic and fierce.

At five foot seven, Luo Ruiyu had pinned Fang Jun to the ground, her hands firmly restraining him.

“You…”

Before he could finish, Luo Ruiyu bent down and hugged him.

Soft, muffled sobs rose between them.

She was crying.

Not loudly—she was holding it in, her sobs broken and intermittent, which somehow left him even more helpless.

Fang Jun held both hands in the air, not knowing where to put them.

“Hey, hey, stop crying. Why are you suddenly crying?”

Luo Ruiyu ignored him.

Only then did Fang Jun remember that this was his dream, so the Luo Ruiyu in it should have been something his own mind had imagined.

Wait!

People always said dreams were feedback from the subconscious.

No way, officer—was he really a scumbag?!

But Fang Jun sighed and lowered his hands onto her shoulders, patting her twice.

Dream or not, he still had to comfort her.

“It’s all right. It’s over now.”

Luo Ruiyu’s grip tightened. “Do you know that I really thought you were almost going to die?”

Fang Jun froze.

She spoke in a rush, as if she had held it in for far too long and had finally found a chance to let it all out.

“I really thought you weren’t coming back. I’d already decided that I would never speak to you again, that I’d hate you for the rest of my life and make you regret it.”

Fang Jun felt his scalp tingle.

This dream was way too good at making things up.