Twisted Dreams-Chapter 111 - 83: The Old Man in the Ring

Jiaojiao, the young man’s girlfriend, is a student at the Imperial Capital Film and Television University, and her family is impoverished.

The young man works construction during the day and manages a bar at night, exhausting himself to gather tuition and living expenses for Jiaojiao.

Jiaojiao also dances in the bar to earn money.

The two had originally planned to marry after graduating from university. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Who could have foreseen that one day Jiaojiao would be raped, and the perpetrator was Xie Young Master—Xie Youlin.

Xie Youlin, accustomed to arrogance, actually abducted Jiaojiao and kept her for three whole days.

During these three days, the young man frantically searched for Xie Youlin, but where could a mere small-time thug find him?

It is said that Xie Youlin was adopted, but he is still a Beijing Circle big shot!

If it had been someone else, they might have let it go.

This young man, however, was stubborn. Unable to find Xie Youlin anywhere, he went to the Security Administration to report it.

Later, he saw Xie Youlin at the Security Administration, and he also saw Jiaojiao.

A scene that left him incredulous unfolded before his eyes.

Jiaojiao clung to Xie Youlin’s arm, appearing sweet and affectionate.

She refused to admit she had been raped and told the young man with disdain to stop bothering her. In this world, only Xie Young Master was a real man, capable of protecting her.

The young man was unwilling to accept this and demanded an explanation.

These years of dedication, these years of solemn vows—what did they amount to?

He was a true devoted warrior.

Chasing after Xie Youlin’s car to this place, he was thrown out by the security guards.

"Xie Youlin, get the hell out here!" the young man shouted angrily at the grand mansion doors.

A plump young man walked out from within the doors.

He donned designer clothes, a luxury watch, a high-end necklace, and carried a crocodile leather bag under his arm.

This was Xie Youlin.

Xie Youlin looked mockingly at the young man:

"Kid, what’s your name again? Something something Fan?"

The young man replied in a low voice:

"Ye Fan!"

Xie Youlin held his stomach and laughed exaggeratedly:

"Your name—what a joke, do you think you’re the protagonist of some novel or what?

Your mom must be illiterate, huh? Hahaha!"

Ye Fan’s face became increasingly grim.

Xie Youlin pulled out a wad of cash from his crocodile leather bag and tossed it out:

"You trained that bitch quite well, I’m satisfied. Here’s your reward."

Ye Fan clenched his fists, his fingertips white:

"Where’s Jiaojiao?"

Xie Youlin snorted:

"She’s too lazy to even look at you, afraid to displease me.

People like you, in my eyes, are less than a stray dog on the street, understand?

No woman would like you."

Ye Fan lowered his head, keeping his face out of view.

Xie Youlin frowned:

"Still not leaving? Fine, here’s another twenty thousand.

Buy some books for your mom, let her change your name."

He took out all the cash from his bag and flung it towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan lifted his head, his eyes filled with a fierce resolve:

"Xie Youlin, let’s put the incident with Jiaojiao behind us.

But I can’t let go of the insult to my mother.

The river flows east for thirty years, then thirty years back west.

Remember, one day I’ll make you kneel before my mother’s grave to apologize."

Ye Fan stepped on the scattered money and walked towards the street.

A boy in traditional Tang attire, holding an oil paper umbrella, approached slowly.

They passed each other by.

The boy stopped in front of the Jin Mansion’s grand doors, turned around, and watched Ye Fan’s retreating figure, feeling a wave of unease in his heart.

He shook his head and headed towards the gates of Jin Mansion.

Xie Youlin saw the boy and asked with a frown:

"Who are you? This is a private estate."

The boy raised his head expressionlessly:

"Xie Qilin."

Xie Youlin’s face changed.

He knew he had a younger brother who had become a monk—why was he back?

Being just an adopted son, if Xie Qilin returned, the Xie Family’s fortune would be beyond his reach.

Xie Youlin, with an unnatural expression, asked:

"Any proof? Can’t just let any Tom, Dick, or Harry claiming the Xie name and kinship."

He held onto a sliver of hope.

Hoping the boy before him was an impostor.

Didn’t monks typically shave their heads?

The boy in front of him had a full head of hair.

Xie Qilin raised the oil paper umbrella, and in the next moment, struck Xie Youlin across the face.

Xie Youlin cried out and fell to the ground.

Xie Qilin stepped over the threshold, looked down at Xie Youlin with contempt:

"Just a dog raised by the Xie Family, and you dare bite the master?

Tell Xie Jianguo, I’m back."

...

Xie Family Ancestral Hall.

An elder in traditional Tang attire stood solemnly by the side.

He was Xie Jianguo, the patriarch of the Xie Family.

Xie Qilin knelt before the ancestral tablets, offering incense and bowing.

Xie Jianguo shook his head, sighing helplessly:

"Qilin, Master Jinghang said you are Ghost Star’s Fate.

In this life, you will encounter three ghost enemies and a ghost burial site.

Only by staying in the temple, under Buddha’s protection, can you live in peace.

Your mother and I even found a substitute for you to shield you from those three nemeses’ murderous aura.

You this... sigh!

All efforts were in vain!"

The substitute is Xie Youlin.

’Youlin’, the one being protected is the Qilin.

Xie Qilin raised his head, his gaze deep:

"Father, I have chanted scriptures for ten years. What’s the difference from being dead?

The world is changing, and our Xie family needs to prepare early."

Xie Jianguo chuckled:

"How old are you, child?

Whether the world is changing is not something for you, a little kid, to determine.

Back in the day, I was just as naïve as you...

Xie Qilin interrupted his father and asked:

"You should know there’s a special department within the government, right?"

Xie Jianguo was momentarily stunned, looking at Xie Qilin with disbelief.

How did his monk son know about this confidential matter?

Xie Jianguo’s face grew grave:

"The Security Administration, under the Bureau of Public Security, but I don’t know what that department specifically does."

Xie Qilin said:

"That’s to deal with the Spiritual Energy Revival."

Xie Jianguo frowned:

"Spiritual Energy Revival? How can you believe in those ghost and spirit legends?

Have you been chanting too...

Xie Qilin said no more and took out an oil paper umbrella:

"Just like this."

Red ghost qi surged in the ancestral hall, spreading out through the door cracks.

The Eight-foot Bride slowly crouched beside Xie Qilin, softly saying:

"Husband."

Xie Jianguo stared in horror, slowly backing away, and stumbled to the ground.

...

Night at Qingshan Cemetery.

Ye Fan sat in front of his mother’s grave, head lowered:

"Jiaojiao won’t accompany me to see you anymore.

Mom, am I really stupid?"

He paused, lifting his head to gaze at the starry sky:

"Mom, I miss you.

Didn’t you say you’d turn into a star?

Which star are you?

Oh? A shooting star, is that you, Mom?"

The shooting star in the sky drew closer, and Ye Fan frowned; it didn’t seem like a shooting star.

A very small object fell into the grass.

Curious, Ye Fan stood up to find it and picked up the object:

"Oh? It’s a ring?"

It was an antique ring, strictly speaking, an Ancient Ring from the Tang Dynasty.

Just as Ye Fan examined the ring closely, a white light emerged from it.

Frightened, Ye Fan tossed the ring away.

A semi-transparent old man in a worn Daoist robe, with an immortal grace, appeared in the white light.

His expression was wooden, and his gaze vacant.

At this moment, his brow twitched, and his eyes showed a struggle.

As if in a fierce internal conflict, desperately trying to control his own body.

Finally, he moved his finger and spoke:

"Spiritual... Spiritual Body Gathering Technique!"

Spiritual Body Gathering Technique is Mo Yulin’s unique skill, capable of precisely controlling Spiritual Power.

Han Hai wanted to learn this trick, but Mo Yulin never agreed to teach it.

He believed teaching too much like a cat teaches a tiger would leave no room for leverage.

White light gathered around Mo Yulin’s ghost, and his semi-transparent body gradually solidified.

Mo Yulin’s expression became rich, no different from ordinary people, as he frowned and looked at his hands:

"Am I dead? Turned into a ghost?"

Ye Fan stared dumbly at Mo Yulin:

"Are you a human or a ghost? No, are you an immortal?"

The word immortal greatly pleased Mo Yulin.

Mo Yulin stroked his beard and smiled:

"I am the Talisman Sect Leader, Mo Yulin!"

Ye Fan’s jaw dropped in shock.

Talisman Sect Leader, Mo Yulin?

Things from a fantasy novel?

He suddenly looked at the ancient ring:

"A ring? An old man in the ring? The golden finger of a fateful protagonist???"

Mo Yulin asked:

"Young one, who are you?"

Ye Fan swallowed his saliva:

"Ye Fan."

Mo Yulin’s face turned serious.

Ye Fan, the name sounds like someone destined for greatness!

The more Mo Yulin looked at Ye Fan, the more he liked him:

"I see you have exceptional talent. How about learning cultivation immortality with me?"