Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

She turned to Qin Chuan, her voice carrying a barely perceptible tenderness, "You..."

“I will go with you.”

Qin Chuan's voice was calm and even, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

A look of understanding and relief flashed in Yan Fei's eyes.

With him by her side, she had no fear, even if the path ahead was fraught with danger.

"Okay," she replied softly.

The Moon Goddess stood outside the door, and although separated by the palace gate, her eyes, which seemed to see through everything, flickered slightly.

He showed no surprise at the unfathomable aura that had appeared in the hall, and simply waited quietly.

Dongjun Yanfei, the Moon Goddess, and Qin Chuan, dressed in black with an aura as deep as the sea.

The three walked side by side under the cool moonlight, heading towards the most mysterious and soon-to-be-dramatic core of the Yin-Yang School—the Rashomon Hall.

A "request for closure" ceremony, which will determine the future fate of the Yin-Yang School and may even influence the world's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure of the world), is about to begin.

The one who orchestrated all of this was neither the elders of the Yin-Yang School, nor the long-deceased Donghuang Taiyi, but this unassuming young man in black robes.

Chapter 36 Donghuang Taiyi is resurrected?

The area in front of Luosheng Hall was filled with starlight.

Qin Chuan, dressed in black, stood before the sacred site of the Yin-Yang School.

His figure appeared exceptionally tall and straight under the starlight, as if he were one with heaven and earth, yet also as if he stood apart from them.

Yanfei and Yueshen stood on either side, forming a delicate and balanced triangle.

"Lord Dongjun, Lord Yueshen," Xu Fu, the Lord of the Clouds, spoke first. He wore a long robe with gold-threaded cloud patterns, his face refined but unable to conceal the shrewdness and calculation in his eyes. "This is the successor designated by His Majesty the Eastern Emperor? He's far too young."

The Grand Master of Fate's red lips curved slightly, her blood-red nails lightly tracing her chin: "Lord of the Clouds, you are mistaken. Age and strength are not necessarily related. It's just..."

Her eyes flickered as she looked at Qin Chuan. "His Majesty the Eastern Emperor did not explicitly state this before his seclusion; we must therefore exercise caution."

Xiang Jun Shun and Xiang Furen Nü Ying stood side by side, maintaining a subtle distance despite being husband and wife.

Shun said in a deep voice, "It's not too late to discuss everything after His Majesty the Eastern Emperor emerges from seclusion."

Qin Chuan's lips curled slightly, a barely perceptible hint of mockery flashing in his eyes:

"What the elders say is absolutely right. His Majesty the Eastern Emperor has been in seclusion for a long time, and we have gathered here today precisely to respectfully invite him to emerge from seclusion and take charge of the overall situation."

His voice was calm and unhurried, yet it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

That calm and composed demeanor made it seem as if everything was under control.

Yan Fei secretly observed Qin Chuan's profile; his sharply defined features appeared exceptionally resolute under the starlight.

She felt both nervous and expectant, unsure of what would happen next.

"Please, Your Majesty the Eastern Emperor, emerge from seclusion!"

The four elders shouted in unison, their voices echoing in front of Luo Sheng Hall.

Only the rustling of the night wind through the treetops answered the crowd's calls.

Yun Zhongjun frowned: "Strange, even when His Majesty the Eastern Emperor was in seclusion, there would still be fluctuations in his aura in response..."

A flicker of unease crossed the High Priest's eyes: "Could something have gone wrong?"

Yan Fei's fingertips trembled slightly. She was about to speak when Qin Chuan stopped her with a look.

"His Majesty the Eastern Emperor has entered deep seclusion, perhaps reaching a crucial moment." Qin Chuan stepped forward, his voice steady and powerful. "Perhaps I should enter his secluded retreat and awaken him personally."

"This..." Lady Xiang, Nüying, hesitated, "His Highness the Eastern Emperor's secluded retreat is a forbidden area; outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission."

The Moon Goddess suddenly chuckled softly, her voice like a clear spring: "Young Master Qin is the successor personally chosen by His Majesty the Eastern Emperor, so how can you be called an 'outsider'?"

Her words left the four elders exchanging bewildered glances.

Yun Zhongjun's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he finally nodded:

"Very well. If His Majesty the Eastern Emperor holds this against you, I hope Young Master Qin will bear the consequences himself."

Qin Chuan smiled calmly: "That's how it should be."

Yan Fei watched Qin Chuan's retreating figure with bated breath as he slowly walked toward the bronze gate deep within Luo Sheng Hall, engraved with the sun, moon, and stars.

The runes on the door glowed with a faint blue light under the starlight, as if they were alive.

Qin Chuan raised his hand, his fingertips tracing a mysterious path in the air.

The runes seemed to sense something, their light intensified, and then the bronze gate opened silently, revealing a deep passage inside.

His figure disappeared into the darkness, and the door closed again.

Time seemed to stand still.

Yan Fei could clearly hear her own heartbeat in her ears.

She didn't know how Qin Chuan was going to "awaken" a dead person, nor did she know what would happen next.

Fifteen minutes later, the bronze gate opened again.

Everyone held their breath.

Qin Chuan was the first to emerge. He looked perfectly normal, and his clothes were not disheveled.

And behind him—

"Your Excellency Donghuang!"

The four elders exclaimed in surprise and knelt down in unison.

That tall and majestic figure, with a black robe embroidered with the sun, moon and stars, and a bronze mask on his face, was none other than the supreme leader of the Yin Yang School—Donghuang Taiyi!

Yan Fei's pupils constricted sharply, and her heart almost stopped beating.

She glanced at the Moon Goddess instinctively and noticed a hint of surprise in her eyes, but the surprise quickly vanished.

"I've kept you all waiting." Donghuang Taiyi's voice was deep and resonant, just as it had been in life. "I've been in seclusion, comprehending the Dao of Heaven, and have been reluctant to return."

A hint of doubt flashed in Yun Zhongjun Xu Fu's eyes. He stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I have a difficult problem with Yin-Yang techniques that has troubled me for a long time. I hope you can give me some guidance."

This is a blatant test.

Yan Fei clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.

After a moment of silence, Donghuang Taiyi suddenly raised his hand, and a golden light shot out from his fingertips, transforming into a complex and mysterious array of runes in the air.

"Is the question posed by Lord Yunzhong about the 'Kan-Li Interaction' section of the 'Nine-Turn Golden Elixir' refining method?"

Xu Fu's expression changed drastically: "How did Your Majesty the Eastern Emperor know what I was thinking?"

"The realm of the soul can reveal the human heart."

Donghuang Taiyi said calmly, and with a wave of his hand, the golden light suddenly transformed into thousands of points of light, enveloping Xu Fu.

Xu Fu trembled, his eyes widening in shock. He immediately knelt down, pleading, "This disciple has been disrespectful; please punish me, Your Majesty the Eastern Emperor!"

Seeing this, the other three elders had no more doubts and bowed their heads in submission.

Yan Fei was shocked by what she saw.

This is the highest level of Yin-Yang arts, which only Donghuang Taiyi has reached.

Could it be that Donghuang Taiyi has been resurrected?

"I have summoned you all today to announce an important matter," Donghuang Taiyi said in a majestic voice. "I have reached a higher realm in my comprehension of the Heavenly Dao. I must travel the world to seek a breakthrough. Ying Chuan will be fully responsible for all matters concerning the Yin-Yang School."

The four elders looked up in shock, but faced with Donghuang Taiyi's imposing presence, none dared to voice their opposition.

"We will obey His Majesty the Eastern Emperor's decree!" the crowd replied in unison.

Donghuang Taiyi nodded:

"You may all leave. I have some matters to instruct Ying Chuan and Dong Jun."

After the four elders and the Moon Goddess left, only Donghuang Taiyi, Qin Chuan, and Yan Fei remained in front of Luosheng Hall.

Just as Yan Fei was about to speak, Qin Chuan suddenly reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.

"You... His Majesty the Eastern Emperor is still alive..."

Yan Fei was both surprised and ashamed, her cheeks instantly turning crimson as she struggled to break free.

Just then, Donghuang Taiyi suddenly chuckled and raised his hand to remove the bronze mask.

Beneath the mask was Qin Chuan's face!

Yan Fei stared wide-eyed, completely unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

The figure of "Qin Chuan" who was holding her blurred for a moment, and then transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a phoenix robe.

Her features were exquisite, and her demeanor was noble yet sharp. At this moment, she was looking at Yan Fei with a half-smile.

"Sister, there's no need to panic." The woman's voice was clear yet gentle. "I am his wife, and the world often calls me the Empress. If you wish, you can call me elder sister."

Yan Fei was struck dumb, her mind went completely blank.

She glanced at Yan Fei's flushed ear tips and suddenly chuckled:

"I apologize for my rudeness earlier. My husband is still alive and well thanks to my sister's care."

Yan Fei felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Looking at the two "Qin Chuan", she suddenly understood everything—the real Qin Chuan was impersonating the Eastern Emperor to intimidate everyone, while the Empress was using disguise to play the role of Qin Chuan.

What kind of tacit understanding and trust is required for such an ingenious plan?

"You...you..." Yan Fei's voice was hoarse.

The Empress naturally took Qin Chuan's arm, a gesture that caused Yan Fei's fingers, hidden in her sleeve, to dig into her palm.

She should have realized that such a brilliant and talented man would surely have a beautiful woman by his side.

The Empress suddenly sighed, stepped forward, and took Yan Fei's hand: "Don't misunderstand. I come from another world and cannot stay here for long. This guy..."

She glanced at Qin Chuan. "You need someone to take care of you. I can see how deeply you're in love with him."

Consort Yan looked up, staring at the Empress in disbelief.