Chapter 207: Little Villain VS Tianchong Class
If Yu Guang was a radiant sun, then Yu Yin was the shadow behind him. Yu Guang was so dazzling that no one noticed the shadow.
But Yu Guang pulled the “shadow” out, dusted off the dark, damp aura from him, placed him center stage, and even shone a spotlight on him.
When his big brother openly used him as a “teaching tool,” placing him in front of the Tianchong Class students, Yu Yin didn’t understand why his brother would do this.
Did he have no concerns at all? Was he not afraid his identity might be exposed?
Since Yu Yin couldn’t speak and couldn’t resist his domineering big brother, he always appeared obedient and well-behaved.
But if anyone could see into his dark heart, they would realize he had been secretly hoping for the day when Yu Guang would stumble.
He had been absorbing the despair left behind through subtle traces from Yangjia Village, quietly and slowly growing his strength.
He was waiting for the right moment to reveal his dangerous allure and cause a huge problem for Yu Guang.
Whenever Yu Yin was tortured to the point of aching all over, his mind would fill with malicious fantasies—creating puppets, having them turn on each other…
Now, all of those cruel, hopeless fantasies had shattered, replaced by a reality he had never imagined.
A group of young men stood straight and stiff, each face flushed red, staring at him under Yu Guang’s command.
Some looked dazed as they watched him, their bodies itching to move forward.
Every time this happened, Yu Guang would skillfully snap them back to reality with a small bamboo stick, reminding them:
“Steady your hearts!”
Whether it was from the sun or Yu Yin’s influence, the group stood there, faces red, sweating profusely, their eyes darting around, wanting to look but afraid to do so.
The strange allure that Yu Yin exuded was something the young men were experiencing for the first time.
As soon as they stared at his face for a while, it felt as if their eyes were glued to something, unable to look away.
Then, unsettling thoughts and negative emotions would begin to rise in their hearts.
Their wavering sense of reason warned them that this was their elder brother’s precious younger brother, just a boy of twelve or thirteen, and if they harbored any inappropriate thoughts, they’d be in serious trouble.
But the longer they looked, the more they found themselves irresistibly drawn to him, feeling that he was an unusually beautiful presence, and they wanted to get closer, to possess that beauty for themselves.
However, before they could fall too deep, Yu Guang would snap them out of it with a slap.
And their elder brother never aimed anywhere but their backsides. It was painful and humiliating.
The one with the weakest will had both cheeks swollen, his face flushed as he tearfully tried to cover his sore bottom but didn’t dare to.
At first, those who hadn’t realized the gravity of the situation still managed to snicker, teasing the ones who’d been slapped.
But as everyone eventually got punished, the laughter disappeared.
Being hit once or twice was bearable, but after a hundred strikes, they all began to develop a reflex and a mental aversion.
Yu Yin simply stood within their sight, and even if they accidentally glanced at him, they’d fall under his influence.
The group, with muddled thoughts and an instinctive sense of danger, thought to themselves, “Ah, he’s so beautiful,” while a feeling of urgency pushed them to look away and snap out of it before it was too late!
Smack!
The sharp sound of the bamboo whip echoed, the sharp pain jolting the student who had unconsciously stepped forward, forcing him to stiffly retreat a couple of steps.
The sound of the bamboo whip kept snapping, and soon everyone’s expressions looked lifeless.
When their big brother had said he’d help them train their willpower, none of them had anticipated such a grueling ordeal.
They would have preferred the intense mountain runs, carrying heavy loads up and down hills, or even facing dozens of classmates in exhausting sparring sessions until they collapsed like dead dogs—anything over standing in front of Yu Yin, forced to look at his face and suffer a mental attack!
Yu Yin, who absorbed some of the despair radiating from the students, said, “…”
He wasn’t faring much better himself and felt a strange, unspoken connection with the students before him.
He stood under the blazing sun, eyes still covered with a cloth, his expression dark and unreadable.
The resentment around him seemed to form twisted shadows that spilled over, only to be sapped of strength by the bright sunlight, fading reluctantly.
“Alright, that’s enough training for today.”
At last, when they heard Yu Guang say those words, everyone felt an immense relief, immediately averting their eyes from Yu Yin.
Some exaggeratedly gasped for air as if they had just escaped from a nightmare.
Others slapped their own faces, muttering to themselves, “Stay awake, stay awake.”
In just a few short days, they had come to recognize Yu Yin’s power. Though they couldn’t fully resist his influence, they had each developed their own techniques to avoid looking directly at him.
Never would they let his figure linger in their line of sight for more than three seconds!
As soon as the group was dismissed, they fled as if chased by ghosts. But Yu Yin couldn’t leave; he still had private training to attend.
His personal training partner, his big brother, walked over to him, saying, “Come on, Youngest. Big brother will accompany you for training.”
Yu Yin’s training focused on building physical strength, and Yu Guang had set up a basic regimen for him.
Each session pushed Yu Yin’s fragile body to its limit, leaving him barely able to move afterward.
At this point, Yu Guang would complete the final step, helping him relax his muscles.
As his body was stretched and his aching muscles kneaded, faint, muffled groans of pain escaped Yu Yin’s throat.
Hearing Yu Yin’s muffled sounds of discomfort, Yu Guang didn’t ease up at all. He continued pressing and stretching Yu Yin’s arms and legs, pulling him completely open, kneading his trembling limbs.
While working out the soreness in his muscles, he offered encouragement and praise:
“You’ve made progress again today, not bad! You’re adapting quickly.”
“Your body has great flexibility, Youngest. Keep it up, and you’ll be even better than Xiao Pei and the others.”
“Don’t dodge. Come here. If this spot is sore, you need more pressure, or it’ll hurt even more tomorrow.”
His grip was almost unbearably firm, making Yu Yin suspect that he was deliberately using excessive force.
Malice flickered in Yu Yin’s dark eyes, and from the shadows, his gray-eyed cat suddenly sprang forward, claws aiming at Yu Guang’s arm.
But Yu Guang’s reflexes were quicker than the cat’s; he grabbed the cat by the scruff and said, “Does the cat need a massage to relax, too?”
The cat let out a couple of pitiful yowls, as if it were being mistreated.
Yu Guang laughed and released it, and the cat immediately scurried back into the bushes.
Ever since Yu Guang had crazily suggested that the cat should join in Yu Yin’s training, Yu Yin had kept the cat from getting too close, and it no longer perched on his shoulder.
Having spared the cat, Yu Guang grabbed his little brother again to continue the massage.
Unable to avoid it any longer, Yu Yin turned his head, biting down hard on the cloth dangling by his mouth, stifling groans as he waited for the ordeal to end.
In all his years, he had never gone through training that felt as torturous as this.
The fearsome demon “Silk Nest” had always possessed a fragile body; it was because of this weakness that he had hidden deep in his lair for so many years, using puppets to handle affairs for him, rarely showing himself.
Back then, he would only walk on the softest, silkiest fabrics.
In the past, all he had needed was to weave a vast web, and his prey would be ensnared, slowly consumed at his leisure.
Unfortunately, everything had started over, and now, this “prey” was so overwhelmingly powerful that it defied reason.
Yu Yin, with his weakened state and flimsy webs, had no way to restrain him. Instead, he’d become a plaything in the palm of his brother’s hand, shaped and molded at will.
Just endure a little longer—when he became stronger, he would surely…
Yu Guang didn’t concern himself with whatever dark schemes his pale, sweat-drenched little brother might be brewing. He just kept massaging him, then happily took him off for a bath, followed by a hearty meal at the dining hall.
After living with Yu Guang for some time, Yu Yin no longer ate in slow, dainty bites. His appetite had noticeably increased.
They had a full day: finishing their meal, taking a short walk, and heading to bed.
Yu Yin was so worn out that, even though his mind was filled with vengeful thoughts, he had no energy left to act on them. As he lay on the bed, leaning against his older brother’s arm, his eyelids drooped, and he quickly fell asleep.
When he woke, it was already the next morning, and his endlessly energetic older brother had already completed a round of training in the courtyard.
…
Today would be another day of mutual torment between Yu Yin and the Tianchong Cass students.
The nine girls of the Tianchong class had been the first to complete the initial phase of willpower training, as Yu Yin’s strange allure seemed to affect them less than it did the boys.
Yu Guang moved on to the second phase of training, removing the cloth that covered Yu Yin’s eyes, revealing them fully.
“Testing willpower alone is too inefficient. Let’s add a sparring element, which might help with practicing formation techniques as well,” Yu Guang said.
With the cloth removed, Yu Yin stood in the center of a circle formed by the nine girls, as expressionless as a lifelike doll.
The nine girls braced themselves, guarding Yu Yin while facing off against the male students on the other side.
Nervously, the girls called out to the boys across from them, “Stay calm, no matter what!”
“That’s right, hold on!”
“Don’t lose your minds! You can do this!”
The struggling boys gritted their teeth, fighting hard to hold on.
Standing behind the girls, Yu Yin cast a quick, mocking glance in Yu Guang’s direction, a hint of malicious satisfaction flickering across his face.
In Yu Yin’s pitch-black eyes, delicate, web-like threads seemed to appear as he made eye contact with the boys opposite him and blinked.
The boys immediately lost control and charged toward him.
The girls in front of Yu Yin sighed and cursed, then threw themselves into a full-blown scuffle with the mindless boys.
From the sidelines, Yu Guang occasionally offered guidance: “Ban Ying, your defensive formation is breaking down—don’t panic!”
“The other side has more people, but your advantage is that you’re thinking clearly. Quickly, figure out how to counter them!”
“Yes, that’s good. Focus on defense—don’t go head-to-head…”
The rest of the boys, waiting their turn to go up, crouched nearby, watching the intense fight with sympathetic horror.
It was brutal—utterly brutal. Being charmed by Yu Yin and losing their senses was one thing, but then being beaten up by the girls on top of it?
Big Brother really didn’t miss a single chance to train them.
…
Lately, the boys of the Tianchong Class had shown an unprecedented passion for learning.
Since Yu Guang’s arrival, the previously peaceful and calm Divine Academy had often been disrupted by the Tianchong group running around like they were on an adrenaline high, sparring daily at the practice grounds with a fiery intensity.
At night, the medicinal bath hall was filled with Tianchong students soaking in the pools.
Recently, they had become even more intense, occupying the library and the meditation hall.
With determined, almost crazed expressions, they scoured the shelves for techniques to calm and focus the mind, pestering every teacher for advice on strengthening their willpower and resisting outside influences.
Some went as far as practicing meditation under the waterfall, enduring the chilling rush of water until their skin was wrinkled and numb.
Others, sleepless in the middle of the night, meditated atop the mountain, practicing calming techniques into the early hours.
This was still relatively normal. Some went even further, reading Buddhist scriptures in the library and then shaving their heads, believing this would help them reach a state of detachment and desirelessness.
Others came up with unconventional methods to make themselves temporarily blind, thinking this would prevent them from being affected by seeing Yu Yin.
To pass Big Brother’s test, they resorted to any means possible, each trying their own unique approach.
Big Brother laughed, “Hahaha, everyone’s working hard and thinking creatively—very nice!”
Yu Yin: “…” Too stupid, I don’t want to look at them anymore.
