I flexed my fingers experimentally, getting used to this new body.

  Jinghui's form was lean but wiry, built more for endurance than raw power.

  The spiritual energy flowing through his meridians felt different too: rougher, more primal than the refined qi I was accustomed to. This was pure Martial Qi, untouched by the celestial refinement techniques that most cultivation worlds employed.

  But something felt wrong.

  The air itself seemed hostile to my presence, like the world was rejecting me on a fundamental level. I could sense formations throughout the temple actively scanning for otherworldly entities, their spiritual threads weaving a net designed to detect and expel invaders like myself.

  This realm clearly had experience with descents, and from my guess, they were not good…

  "Azure," I thought quietly, "this place really doesn't want us here."

  "I noticed that too, Master," Azure replied. “If your true identity is exposed, you won’t be getting the warm welcome or god treatment like you did back in the other realms. Be careful.”

  Before I could respond, the piercing descent alarm that had been wailing suddenly cut off.

  The abrupt silence felt almost deafening after the constant noise. Around me, golden barriers that had sealed the emergency chamber began flickering and fading as the defensive formations powered down.

  The other students started stirring, looking around with confused relief. Some were still trembling from fear, others wiping away tears. But as the formations released their hold and people began standing up from their meditation mats, I realized I had a much more immediate problem.

  Someone was staring directly at me.

  That someone was Yu Ganglie, my vessel’s best friend.

  His round face was pale, and his mouth was hanging wide open. His eyes were wide with the unmistakable look of someone who had witnessed something impossible. While everyone else had been focused on their own terror, meditating, or facing away from the entrance, Yu Ganglie's position had given him a clear view of the corridor where I'd entered Jinghui.

  He'd basically seen everything.

  "J-Jinghui?" Yu Ganglie's voice cracked as he pointed a shaking finger at me. "That... that thing... it went into you... I saw..."

  Several other students turned to look at us, confusion replacing their relief. This was exactly what I couldn't afford: attention, questions, investigations. If word got out that Jinghui had been possessed, the powerful experts of this realm would descend on us with techniques specifically designed to exorcise otherworldly beings.

  I needed damage control, fast. And I knew exactly how to do it.

  Without hesitation, I pulled back from direct control of the body, letting Jinghui's consciousness surge forward while I became a passive observer.

  "Yu Ganglie," Jinghui's voice carried his natural inflection, though I could feel his inner turmoil. He understood what had happened, what he'd agreed to, but facing his best friend's terror was different from words of acceptance. "Come here. Now."

  Yu Ganglie hesitated, his eyes darting between Jinghui's face and the other students who were starting to notice the commotion. But something in Jinghui's tone got him moving. He stumbled off his meditation mat and followed as Jinghui led him to a corner of the chamber where ancient formation pillars created a small alcove.

  The positioning was perfect. Yu Ganglie's large block-like frame blocked any view of their conversation from the rest of the students, who were busy celebrating their survival and checking on friends anyway.

  "Listen to me very carefully," Jinghui whispered, gripping Yu Ganglie's shoulders. "I know what you saw. I know you're scared. But you need to understand; this was my choice."

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  "Your choice?" Yu Ganglie's voice pitched higher with panic. "Jinghui, that thing, that demon, it possessed you! We need to tell Master Hong immediately. He'll know how to exorcise it before it corrupts your soul completely."

  "It's not a demon," Jinghui insisted. "And I'm still me. Look at my eyes, Ganglie. Really look."

  Yu Ganglie stared into Jinghui's face, searching for signs of demonic corruption or spiritual possession. What he found instead was something he recognized: the same bitter fire that had burned in his friend's eyes every morning after the nightmares, every time someone mentioned the Crimson Fist Clan, every time Jinghui thought no one was watching and let his guard down.

  "You're... you're really still you," Yu Ganglie breathed. "But why? Why would you willingly let that thing into your body?"

  "Because it offered me power," Jinghui said simply. "Real power. The kind I need to find my brother and make him pay for what he did to my parents."

  There it was: the core truth that defined Jinghui's existence.

  Yu Ganglie had been there through every nightmare, every moment of grief, every day when Jinghui struggled with the temple's teachings of compassion while hatred burned in his heart. He knew better than anyone what drove his friend.

  "Jinghui, no." Yu Ganglie's voice broke. "This isn't the way. Master Hong always says that revenge built on darkness only creates more darkness. What if this thing corrupts you? What if you become just like him?"

  "Then at least I'll be strong enough to kill him first," Jinghui replied quickly. "Ganglie, I've spent ten years at this temple, pretending to embrace their philosophy while making almost no progress. My brother is out there somewhere, probably advancing through the Sect Mastery Realm with the Crimson Fist techniques, and I'm still stuck in the Inner Pulse Realm like a child."

  Yu Ganglie flinched at the raw pain in his friend's voice. They both knew it was true. While other students their age were breaking through to Form Unification, Jinghui remained trapped by his own emotional turmoil and limited talent.

  "The being inside me isn't evil," Jinghui continued. "It made me a fair offer: temporary use of my body in exchange for the power to eventually face my brother. When this battle it has ends, I get everything back, including abilities I never could have developed on my own."

  "What if it's lying?" Yu Ganglie whispered. "What if it never gives your body back?"

  "Then I'll die having tried," Jinghui said with the kind of finality that made Yu Ganglie's stomach drop. "Instead of dying as a failure who never even got close to avenging his parents."

  They stood there in silence for a long moment, the weight of ten years of friendship hanging between them. Yu Ganglie had always known this day might come; when Jinghui's thirst for revenge would drive him to make a choice that friendship couldn't stop.

  "I can't support this," Yu Ganglie said finally. "But... I won't betray you either. Just promise me something."

  "What?"

  "Promise me you'll be careful. Promise me you'll remember who you are, no matter what power this thing gives you."

  "I promise," Jinghui said, and meant it.

  They clasped hands briefly, a gesture that looked casual to outside observers but carried the weight of a sacred vow between them. Then they turned back toward the main chamber, where Master Hong could be seen walking in and calling for his students to gather.

  The elderly master stopped in the center of the chamber, his face showing relief as he counted his disciples.

  "The formations can no longer sense any threat. We are all safe for the time being."

  A ragged cheer went up from the assembled disciples, but Master Hong raised his hand for continued attention, his expression remaining serious.

  "However," he continued, "the end of a descent does not mean the end of our vigilance. Otherworldly beings are cunning creatures, far more intelligent than the spirit beasts we typically face. If any succeeded in possessing a host, they would not announce their presence with obvious signs."

  The celebration died down as the students absorbed this sobering reminder. Several disciples glanced nervously at their neighbors, suddenly suspicious of anyone who seemed different or acted strangely.

  "These entities are masters of deception," Master Hong explained. "A possessed individual might appear completely normal: speaking naturally, displaying familiar mannerisms, even showing appropriate emotional responses. The changes are often so subtle that even close friends might not notice immediately."

  I felt Jinghui's consciousness tense as every word seemed aimed directly at our situation. Yu Ganglie shot a quick, worried glance in our direction before looking away.

  "Therefore," Master Hong continued, "I want everyone to remain alert in the coming days. Report any unusual behavior to the elders immediately. Remember, your friend's life may depend on you."

  The disciples shifted uncomfortably at this warning.

  Some nodded with grim determination, others exchanged meaningful looks with their closest friends as if establishing silent pacts of mutual observation. A few students near the back whispered among themselves, already speculating about who might be acting strangely. The younger disciples seemed particularly unsettled, their eyes darting back and forth between their classmates.

  The master's eyes swept across the students, his gaze lingering briefly on each face as if looking for any signs of unusual behaviour, before narrowing on Jinghui, and by extension, me.

  My heart sank. This was it; I'd been caught already. Less than five minutes into this possession and somehow the old monk had detected something wrong.

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