Chapter 132: The Soul-Cleansing Society

"Ah!"
"You... what are you talking about!"
Lin Yuru was instantly overcome with embarrassment. She stomped her foot in awkward confusion, wanting to retort but lacking the confidence to do so.
Zeng Xiaofan merely smiled faintly, leaning in close to her ear once more, his voice a deep, magnetic murmur:
"But you usually make sure to wash your hands first, keeping things quite hygienic... very clean, nothing wrong with that..."
"Ah!" Lin Yuru let out another coy protest. As Zeng Xiaofan’s robust masculine aura washed over her, her legs felt weak.
"I... I do not!"
"I don't secretly do... that sort of thing..."
Lin Yuru instinctively defended herself, though her tone sounded incredibly feeble.
Nearby, Lin Ade and his wife watched their daughter’s bashful, strange behavior, their inner anxiety mounting.
Lin Dongmei asked with deep concern, "What is going on? Young man, what exactly is wrong with my Yuru? What is this 'incurable disease' you speak of? Don't scare me!"
Before Zeng Xiaofan could even reply, Lin Yuru cried out, "Ah! You aren't allowed to say it!" She reflexively reached out to cover his mouth, her face flushed so deeply it seemed ready to drip blood.
As she did, her delicate fingers brushed against his firm lips, causing her heart to flutter again as she involuntarily squeezed her legs together.
"Dad! Mom... please... stop asking!"
"I am perfectly healthy, there is nothing wrong with me..."
Seeing their daughter’s reaction, the couple grew even more suspicious. Zeng Xiaofan gently removed her hand and said calmly to the elders:
"Yes, by 'incurable,' I mean it doesn't require medical treatment. Since it doesn't need treatment and there is no medicine for it, it generally won't affect her daily life. At most, it just makes her a bit more short-tempered. If it absolutely must be treated, there is only one way: finding a vigorous man..."
"Ah!!! Zeng Xiaofan!!!"
"Shut your mouth!" Lin Yuru, mortified, hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth again.

Seeing this, Lin Ade and his wife gathered that the issue involved intimate matters between a man and a woman, so they lowered their heads in embarrassment and refrained from further questioning.
For a moment, the four of them stood in an awkward silence. Once Lin Yuru let go, she gave him a sharp, secret pinch.
"Wait, why are we wasting time on this?"
"What about Yuhan? What exactly is going on with her? How could she have been afflicted by an evil spell? What should we do now?" Lin Ade scratched his head, looking at Zeng Xiaofan with an embarrassed, expectant expression. Clearly, he was beginning to believe Zeng Xiaofan’s claims.
Zeng Xiaofan raised an eyebrow and said in a grave tone:
"Breaking the spell on Yuhan isn't hard, but not knowing who cast it remains a hidden danger. Whoever placed this curse clearly intends to possess her, and they possess some degree of skill. If we don't identify them, even if I save her now, they might secretly strike again. Without us knowing, she could suffer even worse mistreatment. That is why I didn't immediately break the spell; as soon as I do, the caster will sense it. If they realize someone in the know has intervened, they will go into hiding. We are in the light while the enemy is in the dark, so we mustn't alert them."
"That’s why I tried to wake her with physical methods earlier, and when that failed, I had no choice but to knock her out."
Zeng Xiaofan explained the sequence of events in detail, and the couple’s faces showed realization.
Lin Yuru asked anxiously, "Xiaofan, can... can you find out who did this? I’ll fight whoever dares to harm my sister like this!"
Zeng Xiaofan said steadily, "That is what I need to ask you. Do you remember when she first fell ill? Who had she been in contact with before it started?"
Lin’s father frowned. "It’s been a few months now... That day, she came running home in a disheveled state. As soon as she got back, she started taking off her pants, saying she needed a man... It terrified us all. But I’m not entirely sure who she had been in contact with before the symptoms appeared..."

Lin’s mother looked dejected as she recalled these events, sighing deeply:
"It’s true. Around that time, she seemed very busy with an international dance exchange program. She was so happy telling us she was going abroad for a while, and then suddenly, this happened... Her social circle is usually very simple; she mostly just sees her students and her colleagues at the university..."
Zeng Xiaofan frowned slightly. "She’s a dance teacher?"
"Yes." Lin Yuru spoke of her sister’s profession with a hint of pride: "My sister is different from me. She’s been accomplished since she was young. She attended the Dance Academy at the Communication University and eventually earned a position as a dance teacher at the Provincial University."
Zeng Xiaofan nodded and glanced at the unconscious Lin Yuhan, only then noticing that she was indeed slender and graceful. Her delicate, thin face possessed an intellectual, elegant beauty reminiscent of Lin Chi-ling. Her slim physique was the complete opposite of Lin Yuru’s voluptuous, full figure. Though thin, Lin Yuhan had beautiful curves, and while her chest was flat, she had a shapely posterior. Her overall aura was noble and aloof—a true beauty.
Zeng Xiaofan frowned. "That shouldn't be. A university teacher’s social circle should be relatively simple... How could she have been targeted by such an evil spell? Did she go traveling or attend any social events before it happened?"
Lin Yuru thought for a moment, then suddenly realized:
"That’s right! A few days before she fell ill, she went back to our county to attend something called a 'Spiritual Cleansing Seminar.' When she came back that day, her expression was terrible, as if she were troubled by something. Whenever we asked, she would just hem and haw and refuse to talk. A few days later, she fell ill... Could it be related to that seminar?"
Zeng Xiaofan nodded. "If that’s the case, there’s a high probability that this 'Spiritual Cleansing Seminar' is at the root of it! Do you know anything else about it?"
Lin Yuru shook her head. "I don’t know anything else. My sister mentioned it once before she went, but after she came back, she refused to talk about it ever again. She even got angry when I asked."
Zeng Xiaofan’s brow furrowed deeper. He was now fairly certain that the problem lay with this "Spiritual Cleansing Seminar."