Entangled with the Obsessed White Moonlight [Transmigration] - Chapter 1

“As Yan Yi recalled the female lead’s experiences, she felt a thunderous shock, her scalp tingling with unease.”

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[Mission accepted! Three abnormal energy fluctuations detected in this world…]

The eerie mechanical voice in her mind gradually faded away, replaced by the deafening clamor of gongs, drums, and suonas as Yan Yi jolted awake.

Her head felt heavy, as if filled with lead, and her vision was blinded by a dazzling red light.

A putrid stench permeated the air, and a raspy, sinister voice whispered in her ear, “Miss, it’s time to step over the fire basin.”

“What… what do you want?” A voice, trembling like a flickering candle in the wind, whimpered nearby.

Yan Yi froze.

She hadn’t spoken, yet the voice was unmistakably hers!

A bizarre suspicion flashed through her mind. Focusing her thoughts, she tried to lift her arm.

Her body remained motionless.

Just as she had suspected: she had transmigrated into someone else’s body, and that voice earlier had been the original owner speaking!

For a moment, Yan Yi’s emotions tangled into a complex knot.

She was a teacher. In her last memory, a sudden torrential rainstorm had struck that night. She went to unplug her portable bee-shaped charger, and as a blinding flash of lightning split the sky, she lost consciousness.

When she awoke, she found herself here.

Unsure why this had happened, Yan Yi could only quietly curl up within this body, observing the situation.

No one answered the original owner’s questions.

A cold hand gripped her wrist tightly, forcing her forward. In the distance, the sound of a suona rose and fell, its shrill notes piercing the air like wails of anguish.

“Senior Sister, I’ve finally married you!”

Someone approached, their voice carrying a smile as they took the original owner’s hand.

“At the Battle of Lin Qiushan, Senior Sister single-handedly annihilated hundreds of demons. That moment, I fell deeply in love with you…”

The veil lifted to reveal a face of extraordinary beauty: sharp, sword-like brows, starry eyes, and an ethereal, handsome visage.

The man’s peach blossom eyes gazed tenderly at the original owner, filled with affection as he poured out his heart.

“Senior Sister, I, Mo Xu, swear to heaven that I will cherish you and never let you risk your life again. You need only focus on managing the sect’s affairs and guiding the disciples. Leave everything else to me.”

“I will purify the Demonic Sect, uphold justice, and lead the Sacred Ruins to glory. Together, we will bring peace and prosperity to the Three Realms…”

The man appeared utterly devoted, his voice brimming with confidence, as if he held the entire world in his grasp.

Upon closer inspection, however, his pitch-black eyes held a peculiar, distracted intensity.

“Senior Brother Mo! What’s wrong?”

The original host clearly sensed something amiss and let out a startled scream.

Through the original host’s eyes, Yan Yi saw a dilapidated courtyard: dusty furnishings, tall red candles burning brightly, and guests laughing and joking except they were all paper figures.

The figures’ cheeks were painted with exaggerated rouge, their hollow eyes framed by lips that curved unnaturally upward in a forced smile.

“The ceremony begins! The ceremony begins!”

Perched on the table directly ahead stood a massive crow with blood-red eyes, its shrill voice piercing the air.

“Senior Brother Mo, it’s not Senior Sister He…”

The original host screamed desperately, trying to rouse the man, but it was futile. He remained transfixed, gazing blankly at her and pouring out his heart in a torrent of impassioned words.

The scene before them was undeniably eerie, yet Yan Yi felt a strange sense of familiarity, especially with the name “Mo Xu”… She seemed to have heard it somewhere before…

“I can’t let Senior Brother Mo be harmed!” she murmured, gazing at him with agonizing pain. “As the darling of the heavens, if he were injured in an illusion, he’d be mocked by the entire sect…”

Though she still appeared timid and cowardly, in that moment, Yan Yi felt a surge of heat throughout her body. She realized that the original owner’s heart was erupting like molten lava, bursting with intense courage.

This courage even allowed the original owner to break free from her restraints. She drew the sword beside her and slashed at the hand that had been restraining her.

“Senior Brother Mo, dodge!”

She severed the arm of the Crow-Headed Monster behind her, retreated a step, and trembled as she shielded the man.

Shunk!

The sound of the sword piercing flesh echoed, followed by a searing pain.

The original owner’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the sword protruding from her chest.

“Senior Brother Mo, wake up! It’s… it’s me, Yan Yi…”

Collapsing to the ground in agony, tears streaming down her cheeks, she weakly pleaded.

The original owner also called herself Yan Yi?

Yan Yi’s heart tightened, a realization was flashing through her mind.

Perhaps startled by the original owner’s appearance, Mo Xu blinked. His eyes gradually regained their clarity.

“Junior Sister Yan! I was just deceived by the Demon Race, I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

The man snapped out of his daze, dropped his sword, and frantically stuffed medicine into the original host’s mouth.

But it was too late.

Yan Yi could feel the original host’s life force rapidly fading. The words “It’s alright, I don’t blame you” echoed repeatedly in the original host’s mind, never getting the chance to be spoken.

The Paper Figures around them grinned, their mouths cracking open with a click. Under the command of the Crow, whose body had swollen to several times its size, they once again closed in on the pair.

Above, the dark sky was woven with a dense net of lightning, tearing menacingly through the night.

Perhaps the pain was causing hallucinations, but Yan Yi suddenly saw seven fleeting stars!

Just before losing consciousness, Yan Yi jolted upright.

She remembered!

She had transmigrated into a book!!!

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The sensation in her heart was bizarre, as if an invisible needle were stitching up a wound, causing a prickling pain.

Yan Yi forced her eyes open through the agony.

Before her lay an old, side room. A slanted mirror reflected a face that bore a striking resemblance to hers—about seven or eight parts alike.

The entire face appeared several years younger than Yan Yi’s, clad in a drab gray dress. Her complexion was pallid and gloomy, as if she never saw the sun, yet her eyes still held a glimmer of Yan Yi’s brightness.

“Junior Sister, you’re awake!”

A man’s relieved voice came from beside her. His peach blossom eyes brimmed with regret. “For a moment, your heart stopped. I thought I’d been bewitched by the Demon Race and killed you. I wished I could die to atone for my sin…”

Yan Yi tugged at the corners of her lips, thinking, You did kill the original host, which is why I took over this body. But she lowered her gaze and stammered, “I… I don’t blame you, Senior Brother.”

“Thank you for your understanding, Junior Sister. Once we leave the Water Moon Mirror, I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to you.”

The man gave Yan Yi a deep look, then considerately explained the situation: “A Great Demon has infiltrated the Water Moon Mirror. But don’t panic, Junior Sister. I’ve used a Magic Treasure given to me by our master to seal the demon outside the room. It can’t get in.”

“Once Junior Sister recovers a bit, I’ll find an opportunity to take you out!”

Yan Yi shrank deeper into the bed, her head drooping even lower. “I… I’ll listen to Senior Brother.”

“Junior Sister, don’t worry. Just focus on resting and recovering these next few days. I’ll do everything in my power to ensure that no demonic creature harms you…”

Seeing Yan Yi’s obedient behavior, the man’s smile widened. He offered a few more words of comfort, then pressed two bottles of healing medicine into her hands before turning to face the door, sword in hand.

The wooden door creaked and cracked, as if on the verge of splintering. Piercing screams rose and fell in the courtyard outside.

Yan Yi, adhering to the original character’s persona, bit her lower lip and huddled in the corner of the bed, rapidly sorting through her thoughts.

Just two days ago, she had read a novel called The Demon Lord’s Tyrannical Love—a book her new colleague had jokingly given her, claiming the female lead shared her name and warning her to watch out for transmigration.

The novel was an early work of ancient literature, telling the tale of Mo Xu, the male protagonist who, after the death of his White Moonlight, fell into darkness and became a demon. He then forcibly took her best friend, Yan Yi, as a substitute, leading to a melodramatic, abusive, yet deeply passionate love story between the two.

In the novel, the female lead, Yan Yi, endured immense suffering and betrayal for the male lead, whose spiritual roots were destroyed. In the end, she became his so-called “main wife” due to her Supreme Cauldron Constitution, but she constantly faced the hostility of his relatives and had to care for his countless “female friends.”

As a reader, Yan Yi had always found those plot twists utterly revolting. Now that she was the protagonist herself, recalling the female lead’s experiences sent a shiver down her spine, making her scalp tingle with dread.

I absolutely can’t follow the original character’s path!

Fortunately, the plot hadn’t unfolded yet. There was still time to change everything.

If she remembered correctly, she was currently in the early stages of the story, within the Water Moon Mirror Secret Realm.

The Water Moon Mirror served as a talent assessment for new Immortal Sect members. Disciples would endure torment within this illusion, but many would awaken their innate talents there, making it a crucial test.

The original female lead, timid and cowardly, hesitated to enter the Water Moon Mirror. Only after repeated encouragement from Mo Xu, the man she secretly adored, did she finally dare to enter, accompanied by him.

Inside the Water Moon Mirror, she awakened a Mutated Water Spiritual Root. However, disaster struck when demonic creatures rampaged. Mo Xu, under the creatures’ enchantment, wounded her. Due to delayed treatment, her spiritual roots were damaged, making future cultivation excruciatingly difficult…

This was just a plot device to accelerate the romantic entanglement between the male and female leads, but it marked the beginning of the female lead’s loss of her abilities.

Yan Yi stared at the healing potion in her hand, her lips pressed into a thin line.

This potion couldn’t mend her damaged Spiritual Root.

Normally, participants in the trial could use a Secret Technique to summon help from their Cultivator guards if they encountered danger.

But this time, White Moonlight was in charge of guarding the trial.

Mo Xu had originally followed the original body into the Water Moon Mirror, hoping to gain favor with White Moonlight by protecting him. Now that he had failed in his duty and caused Yan Yi’s injury, he dared not let White Moonlight find out.

It was clear that Mo Xu’s earlier words were meant to calm Yan Yi and prevent her from seeking help. Naturally, Yan Yi wouldn’t believe his lies.

But as a newcomer, she had no idea how to ask White Moonlight for assistance.

She lowered her head, examining the original owner’s belongings. Aside from a nameplate inscribed with “Yan Yi,” there was nothing else.

The nameplate was made of an unknown material—pure white, translucent, and icy to the touch. Yan Yi couldn’t help but glance at it several times.

“Junior Sister, don’t worry,” Mo Xu suddenly spoke again, raising his voice. “Senior Sister He has always been fair and respectful of the rules. She hopes for everyone’s success and would only interrupt your trial as a last resort.”

“Previously, two disciples made a fuss over minor injuries during their trials and insisted on leaving the Water Moon Mirror,” Mo Xu said with a soft chuckle. “After Senior Sister dragged them out, she immediately tossed them into the Demon Mountain Illusion Array for training.”

“Junior Sister Yan, you may appear delicate, but you possess remarkable inner strength. You’ll surely persevere until the end…”

Here it comes again!

These words, though seemingly concerned, carried a hidden threat. The original body would have been terrified into silence.

Mo Xu had always been like this; using honeyed words and feigned concern to weave a cage of “love” that clipped the original’s wings.

But Yan Yi wasn’t the original host anymore. She wouldn’t be fooled by this.

Mo Xu’s reaction revealed something; perhaps the key to summoning help was this doorplate, explaining his intense concern.

“Senior Sister is busy with many affairs. I wouldn’t dare disturb her,” Yan Yi replied, maintaining the original’s persona as she continued to subtly examine the doorplate.

How do I activate this thing?

As Yan Yi unconsciously tightened her grip on the doorplate, it suddenly emitted a blinding light. The doorplate at Mo Xu’s waist flared with a similar radiant glow!

Yan Yi jumped in surprise!

“You said you couldn’t contact Senior Sister—”

Mo Xu’s eyes flashed with anger as he glared at her. Seeing the intact doorplate in her hand, his words cut off abruptly.

“It wasn’t you who summoned Senior Sister?” Mo Xu frowned deeply, his voice tinged with confusion. “Then why did she come…?”

No one answered his question.

The wails and howls in the courtyard suddenly vanished, leaving an eerie silence.

With a loud thud, the dilapidated wooden door collapsed.

“Senior Sister, what brings you here?”

Amidst the cloud of dust, Mo Xu dismissed his suspicion and smiled as he approached the doorway.

A woman in black stood at the threshold.

With the light behind her, Yan Yi couldn’t clearly see the woman’s face, but she sensed a presence colder and more aloof than the moonlight itself.

Could this be the male lead’s White Moonlight, He Chu?

Yan Yi narrowed her eyes, trying to get a better look at He Chu, when Mo Xu continued, “Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister. Junior Sister Yan suffered a minor injury, but it’s nothing serious. She can still continue the trial…”

That little…!

Yan Yi hadn’t expected Mo Xu to keep lying!

But exposing him now, with their drastically different personalities, might arouse suspicion…

Yan Yi pressed her lips together.

She could feel a gaze upon her.

He Chu was scrutinizing her, her eyes as calm as still water, as if they could pierce through all falsehoods…

“S-Senior Sister!”

Yan Yi made a split-second decision. Stuttering weakly, she forced a feeble smile, closed her eyes, and slid down her body in a practiced swoon.

He Chu wouldn’t dare leave me in this illusion after I faint right in front of her!

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