The Immortal’s "White Moonlight" Reborn - Chapter 15

Because Wen Qiwu had arrived, the young girl from the Qianyue Sword Sect didn’t dare continue her previous topic. Before Yun Heng could even speak, the girl’s face turned bright red, and she hurriedly excused herself.

“What was Sister talking about with that little cultivator?” Wen Qiwu asked, her eyes slightly downcast. Unfortunately, Yun Heng was entirely oblivious to the underlying edge in her junior sister’s voice.

Yun Heng frowned slightly and replied honestly, “She seemed to be asking about someone from the Qianyue Sword Sect. She didn’t get to finish the name, but I believe the surname was Lin.”

Lin? As in Lin Shu?

Wen Qiwu felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. She understood the girl’s intentions perfectly; after all, she had once tried the same indirect approach with her sister. Sadly, when dealing with a total blockhead, subtlety was a waste of effort.

“I suspect that little cultivator wasn’t actually asking about someone else,” Wen Qiwu said, trailing off as she reached the halfway point of her thought.

“Then what did she want to ask?”

Yun Heng waited for an answer, but Wen Qiwu only tilted her head with a mysterious smile. Her eyes held a glimmer that Yun Heng couldn’t quite decipher. “Even if I told you, Sister, you wouldn’t understand. So, I won’t say it.”

Wen Qiwu walked a few steps forward before realizing her sister hadn’t followed. She turned back to find Yun Heng standing there, looking genuinely bewildered—like someone who realized everyone else was in on a joke except for her.

The smile in Wen Qiwu’s eyes deepened. she walked back to her sister and looped an arm through hers. “Did I come at a bad time? Did I interrupt your conversation?”

“Not at all.” Yun Heng’s body seemed to stiffen for a fraction of a second when her arm was taken, but she quickly returned to normal.

“I’m glad I didn’t disturb you then.” Wen Qiwu gave her arm a gentle, playful tug and asked softly, “Sister, you’ve been very busy lately, haven’t you? You haven’t been to Wanya Mountain in days. Surely… you have some time tonight?”

Normally, she wouldn’t mind her sister being away for a few days, but she wasn’t about to leave her alone until the people from the Qianyue Sword Sect had departed.

“Tonight…” Yun Heng hesitated. “Tonight, the elders are hosting a banquet for the Blue Phoenix King and the Qianyue Sect Master. I’ll try my best to return early.”

In truth, she hadn’t been so busy that she couldn’t spare a moment to visit Wanya Mountain. It was just that every time she looked toward that mountain, her heart felt restless. She felt as though she were trying to avoid her sister. Seeing the person she had been hiding from suddenly appear at her side made Yun Heng feel a flicker of guilt.

Seeing the disappointment clouding Wen Qiwu’s face, Yun Heng’s heart—which she had tried so hard to harden softened instantly. “Or would you like to come along, Qiwu?”

Though it was a formal banquet, the elders would inevitably spend the evening discussing dry, tedious cooperative agreements. Such an event was far less comfortable than staying at home.

Wen Qiwu usually detested such social gatherings, but this time, the moment her sister mentioned it, she replied instantly, “I’d love to.”

The Qianyue Sword Sect and the Wenshen Sect had long maintained a close relationship, so their Sect Master knew Wen Qiwu well. The Blue Phoenix King, however, was meeting her for the first time.

As a true veteran of the Spirit Clans, the Blue Phoenix King had lived for tens of thousands of years. She had seen the peak of her race’s glory, fought alongside the Spirit Emperor to conquer the world, and witnessed the Emperor’s fall and the subsequent decline of their people.

Having weathered so many storms, she believed nothing in this world could make her lose her composure. Yet, when she saw the female cultivator standing behind Yun Heng, she completely forgot she was pouring wine. The liquid overflowed her cup, but no one nearby moved to remind her; the attendants following her were also staring at Wen Qiwu in a trance.

The gaze of the winged tribes was far too intense. It wasn’t just Wen Qiwu who noticed; Yun Heng felt the commotion as well. The King’s behavior wasn’t just a loss of composure—it was bordering on rude.

A trace of icy immortal power swept through the room. Catching Yun Heng’s freezing glare, the Blue Phoenix King snapped back to her senses.

The King broke into a cold sweat. Unlike the younger birds who simply wanted to cling to Wen Qiwu the moment they saw her, the King was more rational and had more to consider.

Who on earth is that girl behind Immortal Yun Heng? From her aura, she was purely human—no bird blood at all—and her strength was only at the Void Refinement stage. How could I, a Golden Immortal, be unable to resist such a strange attraction?

Could she possess a special constitution? The King wondered, frowning. She stopped staring openly at Wen Qiwu, as the Immortal was clearly displeased, but she still looked for any opportunity to steal a glance at the quiet, sickly girl in green.

Every member of the winged tribes in the room was given a warning look by Yun Heng. The Immortal noticed her gaze lingered a bit longer on the King’s daughter; seeing the Princess’s guilty expression, the King realized she finally knew why her daughter had been so hard to find lately.

“That’s Immortal Yun Heng’s sister. She looks frail, but I get the feeling the two of us together couldn’t take her down.”

The King overheard her daughter’s new friend discussing the girl in green. So, she is the Immortal’s sister. No wonder they arrived together.

“Eh? Is this wine not the ‘Immortal Brew’ from Elder Wang’s private vault?” one of the Wenshen elders asked in surprise after taking a sip.

The elder known as Wang had a dark expression and grunted in displeasure.

“It is indeed the Immortal Brew. Junior Brother Wang lost a bet to me, so he had to bring it out. He’s been mourning it for days. Come, everyone, have a taste!”

The elders joked with one another, and the atmosphere grew more relaxed. Wen Qiwu knew Elder Wang loved his wine and had a vault filled with rare vintages from across the world, with the Immortal Brew being his most prized. No wonder he looked so pained.

Wen Qiwu was curious about the taste herself. She quietly poured a small amount, intending to try a sip.

Wen Qiwu.

She suddenly heard her sister’s helpless voice via telepathy.

The Immortal Brew is incredibly potent; even a Daoist Master might pass out after a cup. If you really want a drink, try the jar sent by the Blue Phoenix King instead. Knowing her sister had a low tolerance, Yun Heng stepped in the moment she saw Wen Qiwu’s sneaky movement.

Getting drunk was a small matter, but her sister became exceptionally clingy and spoiled when intoxicated. With so many outsiders present, and knowing how shy Qiwu was, Yun Heng feared the girl wouldn’t want to leave her room for a month out of embarrassment once she sobered up.

Little did Yun Heng know that letting Wen Qiwu drink the “Drunken Phoenix” wine was far more dangerous than letting her have the Immortal Brew.

Understood. Wen Qiwu obeyed, putting the bottle back and swapping the contents of her cup for the wine from the jar.

The moment the aroma of the Drunken Phoenix wine hit her, Wen Qiwu felt her face begin to heat up again. Because she was sitting far from the Blue Phoenix party and had only poured a small cup before resealing the jar, the scent didn’t affect the other birds in the room.

Wen Qiwu rubbed her warm cheeks. She was certain now: there was something wrong with this wine. Just the smell of it made her feel a hazy, drunken floating sensation.

Is this a special feature of the wine? she wondered. The scent intoxicates, but the liquid doesn’t?

She still firmly remembered her sister saying it wasn’t a strong drink.

Before she could reach a conclusion, a loud thud echoed nearby. She looked up to see the daughter of the Qianyue Sect Master. The girl’s face was bright red and her eyes were glazed over—she was clearly wasted. Yet, even in her stupor, she was staring directly at the Immortal in the seat of honor.

As they say, wine provides courage to the cowardly. The girl, who couldn’t manage a single coherent sentence while sober, now prepared to announce her feelings to the world.

Wen Qiwu’s fingertips turned white as she gripped her cup, and the poor vessel let out an audible, protesting groan.

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