The Immortal’s "White Moonlight" Reborn - Chapter 14

The moment she realized what she was doing, Wen Qiwu felt her already warm face flush into a searing heat.

She could detect a faint, delicate scent of wine on her own breath, yet she hadn’t taken a single sip—she had merely caught a whiff of the aroma. Her senior sister had even said the brew wasn’t intoxicating.

Frowning slightly, Wen Qiwu couldn’t figure out the logic behind it, but she would never dream of questioning her sister’s word. Therefore, she could only conclude that the “scent of wine” had simply acted as an excuse for her true nature to leak out.

Normally, Wen Qiwu would never be so bold. Her reason told her she should let go immediately, but a nagging thought rose from the depths of her heart.

Anyway, this blockhead of a sister couldn’t possibly read my true feelings. What does it matter if I hold her a little longer? She decided to let herself indulge just this once. Just for a moment.

Her sister’s embrace was fragrant and soft; she didn’t want to let go.

Wen Qiwu’s face still held that faint, wine-flushed glow, as if the intoxication hadn’t fully passed. Consequently, she failed to notice that her “blockhead” senior sister was currently so flustered she didn’t even know where to put her hands.

It had been a long time since her junior sister had acted so spoiled. The last time Qiwu had hugged her like this, she was still in her early teens. Yun Heng, who had recently been lamenting that they weren’t as close as they used to be, now found herself completely unable to handle the sudden proximity.

What was it she wanted the last time she hugged me like this? Yun Heng mused. Right. she wanted candy.

Yun Heng lifted her hand and, with a bit of unnatural stiffness, gently patted her sister’s back. “Do you want some candy?”

Without even processing the question, Wen Qiwu instinctively replied, “Yes.”

At this point, even if Yun Heng had offered her a handful of poison, Wen Qiwu would likely have opened her mouth without hesitation.

Yun Heng didn’t care much for sweets herself, but because her sister loved them, she had unknowingly developed the habit of carrying candy with her at all times.

She pulled a small piece of sugar candy from her storage pouch. Wen Qiwu, finally lifting her head from her sister’s chest, leaned in and took the candy directly from Yun Heng’s fingers.

The piece was small, so it was inevitable that Wen Qiwu’s lips brushed against her sister’s fingertips as she took it.

However, the person focused on the sweet treat lacked any sense of self-restraint. As she took the candy into her mouth, she instinctively licked the lingering sweetness off her sister’s fingertip.

The moment that warm, damp sensation touched her skin, Yun Heng’s composure—which she had been struggling to maintain—shattered like a stone thrown into a mirror-still pond.

She instinctively jerked her hand back. In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her sister’s small, pink tongue. A strange, restless heat surged through her heart. To suppress it, she was forced to circulate her most frigid immortal power.

“So sweet~” Wen Qiwu murmured with a smile. It was impossible to tell if she was talking about the candy or her sister’s finger.

Yun Heng, of course, assumed it was the former. In her mind, her sister was pure and innocent; how could she ever intend something so flirtatious? I’m the one who is overthinking things, Yun Heng told herself.

Her junior sister looked at her with such an innocent, guileless expression of total trust that Yun Heng felt a sudden wave of guilt, though she couldn’t quite identify where the feeling was coming from.

Yun Heng suppressed the complicated emotions in her eyes. She decided that once her sister was cured, she would spend some time in seclusion within the Heart-Mirror Hall to properly sort out these strange feelings.

Following the little episode with the Drunken Phoenix wine, Wen Qiwu noticed that her sister seemed busier than ever. For several days, she didn’t see her at all.

It had taken Wen Qiwu several glasses of ice water to finally reclaim her sanity that day. Once the wine-scent was gone, the memory of hugging and licking her sister made her want to dig a hole and bury herself alive.

Just as she was agonizing over how to face her sister, she realized she had been worrying for nothing—she couldn’t even find her!

Wen Qiwu comforted herself with the thought that her birthday was only a few days away. Her sister was surely busy preparing the gift, which was why she hadn’t come to Wanya Mountain.

She definitely isn’t avoiding me.

Wen Qiwu recalled her sister’s expression when she left that day; it had looked the same as usual. She shouldn’t have overthought it. After all, her sister was a total blockhead.

Wen Qiwu let out a sigh, unsure whether to feel relieved or frustrated.

Anyway, I’ll definitely see her on my birthday. No rush. Just a few more days.

However, before her birthday arrived, a minor event occurred within the sect. The Sect Master of the Qianyue Sword Sect arrived at the Wenshen Sect with his daughter. He, too, brought a mountain of gifts to thank Yun Heng. Being in the same Dongzhao Domain, he should have arrived sooner than the Blue Phoenix King, but his daughter’s injuries from the secret realm had been severe, requiring a long recovery before she could travel.

Since the Blue Phoenix King hadn’t left yet, the elders decided to hold a banquet to host them all.

Wen Qiwu only learned of this from Lu Qiaoyi. It was then she realized she had never received a reply from Zuo Lan. Given the Saintess’s personality, she would have sent word regardless of whether the plan succeeded. Had her letter not reached her?

So much had happened lately that she had lost track of that particular scheme. She hadn’t expected her one moment of negligence would allow that person to actually show up.

Lu Qiaoyi, seemingly oblivious to Wen Qiwu’s changing expression, continued: “That Sect Master’s daughter is quite talented and bold. She’s currently asking your sister for pointers on swordplay. Even our own elders don’t usually dare to… Little Bird? Where are you going?”

Where am I going?

To observe, of course. Her sister hadn’t had time to see her for days, yet she had plenty of time to give pointers to some young girl? Wen Qiwu was still smiling, but Lu Qiaoyi felt a sudden, inexplicable chill down her spine.

Wendao Mountain.

In a large clearing, about a dozen people—including the Blue Phoenix King, the Qianyue Sect Master, and various elders—stood off to the side. At the center stood Yun Heng, holding a simple wooden sword. The sword was small, the kind used by children for practice. The person sparrings with her was half-kneeling on the ground, nearly exhausted.

Yet the girl’s eyes were sparkling with an intense heat. Despite her lingering injuries, she had clearly gained a deeper understanding of sword intent.

The Qianyue Sect Master, seeing his daughter’s intent grow sharper, beamed with pride. He hurried over to give her a medicinal pill and offered his profuse thanks to Yun Heng.

Yun Heng had only given the pointers out of respect for the relationship between their sects. Having finished the formal duty, she intended to leave the rest of the hosting to the elders and return to Reflection Cliff.

She hadn’t expected the Qianyue girl to follow her.

“Im… Immortal.” The girl looked incredibly nervous, her words tripping over themselves, unlike the decisiveness she showed when swinging a sword.

“Is there something you need?” Yun Heng stopped and turned to look at her.

“I just…” The girl was sweating from anxiety, her face flushing crimson. As she struggled to organize her words, she kept stealing glances at Yun Heng. It was her first time standing so close to the Immortal. Yun Heng was truly more beautiful than the moon and incredibly powerful; the girl couldn’t help but feel inferior. This thought only made her more nervous, causing the speech she had rehearsed back at her sect to vanish completely. “I… I don’t know if you’ve heard of our sect’s Lin…”

“Sister.”

A soft, gentle voice drifted from nearby, cutting off the girl’s improvised sentence. Both Yun Heng and the girl instinctively stiffened, their expressions turning slightly tense.

It’s understandable for that girl to be nervous, Wen Qiwu thought as she approached. But Sister, why do you look so tense?

Wen Qiwu walked over slowly, a smile playing on her lips. She still looked like her usual, soft, sickly self, yet the sword-cultivating girl felt an immediate alarm go off in her head. Her instincts told her this newcomer was dangerous.

This person calls the Immortal ‘Sister’? Oh, she remembered now. Rumor had it the Immortal had a frail junior sister. This must be her.

As expected of the Immortal’s sister, the girl thought. She might be frail, but her presence is no joke.

“Qiwu.” Yun Heng’s voice softened instantly. The girl from the Qianyue Sect had never heard the Immortal speak so gently and stared with wide, shocked eyes.

It wasn’t just the voice; the way Yun Heng looked at her sister changed, too. The cold indifference that usually suggested nothing in the world was worth her time was replaced by a visible warmth. The permafrost of her expression melted away, making the high-and-mighty Immortal seem suddenly, startlingly human.

“What brings you here?”

Wen Qiwu looked at Yun Heng, then at the dazed girl. She couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Leaving such a blockhead alone out here really is a cause for concern.

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