Yin Hu had been running at a leisurely pace. From the way Cai Xuefang acted, Xinyi had pretty much dominated his pupil, son, or was it a sect member? Regardless, there was no reason for him to rush. He marveled at the fog and surroundings instead.

He copied Cai Xuefang and attempted to grab the fog. And he actually felt it in his hands. Like a pillow made of cotton candy. Just impossible to tear. It did as he wanted it, so much so, he started making forms with it like a pro balloon shaper.

His creations were hideous though. While it was fun, he couldn’t allow himself to get embarrassed if he showed the girls his horrific fog animals. His persona was the lifeline he held onto dearly. The moment it broke, was when everything would come down crashing.

Whether he had the ability to hold up the sky when it teetered, he had no clue. And risking it was down right madness. Until he could build himself that base with a private room to fully test his abilities and strengths, he would keep working on his physical strength and the aura he carried.

Everything else, he wasn’t quite sure how to approach. He would need to fail and reattempt multiple times. That could lead to many difficult questions and worries he was not prepared to answer.

He could rely heavily on the perception of people around him to create favorable situations in what would normally be his disadvantage.

Yin Hu paused. He could hear a giggle in the distance. A seductive voice.

He gulped. Lower mind reacted and ached. The feminine giggle only grew louder as he moved closer in an almost trance. Every step disappeared after the other. Faster than he thought possible.

He stopped in his tracks. Took a deep breath and held it. He was close to the voice. He had to reach deep into his endless years of meditation to control himself. If it was a lady…

What was he supposed to say?

How was he supposed to walk?

He tried to take a few steps, but seemingly forgot how to walk properly.

Fuck! When was the last time I went out with a girl? Or even talked to one?

What if she screamed? Or threw stuff at him and ran away? Would that crush his self-esteem with women?

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Or worse…

What if she thought he was a lecherous old man?! How was he supposed to live with buxom women?!

He let out the breath he was holding.

Fuck it.

Yin Hu stepped forward prepared for all consequences. His aura ready and bubbling on the ready. The fog seemed to shake and shiver around him, but he could have been imagining it. He could feel an endless amount of anxiety rushing through his veins.

He needed to urinate.

But he held it in. Subconsciously taking on the persona of the Ancient Ancestor. Hands held behind him. His steps were slow and measured. Aura at skin level. It would be blasted out in countless waves.

Hopefully slowing down whatever was on the other side if it was an enemy for enough time for him to escape. His boosted physical capabilities should allow him the speed and dexterity to dodge something weighed down.

The fog seemed to cling to him like a robe. But it didn’t inhibit his movements at all. He broke past and into a clearing, eye open wide…

Hu Shui and a buxom woman sat in front of each other. Hu Shui was faced towards him, but al he could see of the lady was her back…

And what a backside it was, even seated.

Yin Hu gulped. Tore his eyes away from the perfect, rounded–

He took a quick and forceful breath and let it out as fast. Allowing his body to deflate slightly. His raging lower head was, thank the heavens above, covered entirely by his miraculous robes. Yin Hu had an urgent desire to readjust them, but held on tight to his persona.

Hu Shui was here. With a tiara? Where would she get such an expensive looking piece of jewelry with what appeared to be diamonds and tiny gems on them?

Yin Hu mentally shook his head. Forcing himself to focus on the situation at hand. Hu Shui was with a random stranger. Sitting down in the middle of nowhere.

Don’t embarrass yourself.

Shui noticed him. Her eyes going comically wide. “We aren't done yet!” She jumped to her feet a… is that a crayon in her hand? Or was it a–

Hu Shui tried to hide the figure's face with her body with a full on hug. “The makeup isn't done yet, Ancestor!”

“Makeup?” he questioned. Now he was curious more than horny. Why was she…?

Yin Hu stepped forward, he tried to swipe the fog away, but it didn’t want to go away. It was like it was glued to his skin, right above his aura.

Hu Shui started looking around in panic. Even the figure under her started shivering.

“W-what’s wrong?” She asked no one in particular.

That sold it. She was definitely speaking to spirits or ghosts. He needed to have a sit down with her as soon as possible. How many times had he heard of some evil ghost kidnapping kids to eat them? How many horror movies did he need to watch to know better? Even if there were good spirits and ghosts, he had no past experience or interactions to base a decision off of.

Hu Shui let go of the figure with haste–the makeup she had applied all smudged on her cape–and ran to his side, hugging him. “I’m fine! They’re scared! They said your aura!”

She looked back and ‘aw’ed. Pouting next to him. They all ran away.

“Shui.” He started. Yin Hu had to scold her, even if she gave him puppy dog eyes. Her safety came first. “Where is Xinyi?”

“They ran away! They all wanted to meet you.”

“What?” He looked up and nearly jumped out of his shoes. The lady with the marvelous bottom disappeared. Where she had been merely moments ago was nothing but a mound of dirt.

Did I just get catfished?