The Immortal’s "White Moonlight" Reborn - Chapter 16

In the Cangwang Realm, those who admired the Immortal were many, but those who dared to confess to her face were few and far between let alone another woman.

The entire banquet fell into a deathly silence. The Sect Master of the Qianyue Sword Sect was so startled he dropped his wine cup. Only the Blue Phoenix party remained relatively calm; the Princess even seemed to admire her new friend’s courage, as the Spirit Clans were far less burdened by mortal moral constraints.

“How much did she drink!” The Qianyue Sect Master stared at the empty flask before his daughter, then glanced at his own—which had been swiped when he wasn’t looking. He realized the truth in an instant.

This was the Immortal Brew, capable of knocking out a Daoist Master! And his daughter, who hadn’t even reached that level yet had downed a flask and a half!

“Nonsense!”

After the initial shock, everyone instinctively turned their eyes toward the subject of the confession. The Immortal sat high in the seat of honor, her expression utterly unchanged by the girl’s words. Perhaps to one so close to the God Realm, such trivial matters weren’t even worth noticing.

Someone let out a soft sigh. Similar rumors about the Qianyue Sword Sect had been circulating lately, and soon the room was buzzing with hushed whispers. With her True Immortal cultivation, Yun Heng heard every word. Out of respect for the girl’s father, they didn’t say anything too harsh, but the judgmental looks in their eyes were impossible to miss.

Yun Heng exchanged a glance with Lu Qiaoyi. The Elder understood immediately and prepared to change the subject, but the Qianyue Sect Master was faster, grabbing his daughter to pull her away.

“Immortal, please do not take offense. She has no tolerance for alcohol and drank too much; she’s merely speaking nonsense in her stupor,” the Sect Master apologized profusely.

“It is no matter,” Yun Heng replied.

“I’m not speaking non—mmph!” The drunken girl tried to protest, but her father clamped a hand over her mouth.

Didn’t you see the look in the Immortal’s eyes? he thought. This foolish child is truly wasted. You’re brave now, but you’ll regret this for years once you sober up!

Wen Qiwu kept her head down, clutching her cup in silence. She only looked up when the center of attention was finally half-carried out of the room.

To her, the ability to be “brave for a moment” was something to be envied. She took a sip of the Drunken Phoenix wine; the King had called it a fine vintage, but Wen Qiwu tasted only a strange bitterness, a perfect reflection of her own mood.

It didn’t taste good at all.

Wen Qiwu let out a sigh so faint it was almost silent. The liquid burned a path down her throat, and a restless heat surged from her stomach, clouding her consciousness. In her haze, she heard a voice she had suppressed for a very long time.

[Are you really content to take your feelings to the grave, hidden in the shadows?]

No, I’m not content.

Her gaze grew increasingly vacant as the alcohol acted as a catalyst for her repressed desires. Her mental defenses, already fragile, were on the verge of collapsing.

My head spins… Wen Qiwu frowned. She had never had a drink this potent.

Didn’t Sister say this wouldn’t get me drunk? she wondered. Did she lie to me? No… someone must have lied to her. That Blue Phoenix King is a liar!

Hearing Wen Qiwu’s sigh, Yun Heng stole a glance at her. For some reason, she felt increasingly restless.

The banquet was tedious, yet the elders were in a talkative mood, chatting with the Blue Phoenix King about friendships dating back to the era of the Spirit Emperor. The King had intended to observe Wen Qiwu more closely after the meal, but as the party broke up, she was cornered by the only Wenshen elder with spirit-clan blood and couldn’t find an opening to escape.

When the banquet finally ended, Wen Qiwu didn’t leave immediately. Yun Heng stayed by her side, waiting until everyone else had departed and the attendants had finished their cleansing spells and closed the doors.

In the silence, only the two of them remained.

“Qiwu, aren’t you going back?”

Slowly, Yun Heng realized something was wrong. She walked over to her sister and called out softly.

Wen Qiwu’s reaction was sluggish. She lifted her head, her expression dazed. Her eyes, shimmering as if with unshed tears, looked innocent and heartbreakingly pitiful. Yun Heng felt a surge of tender affection.

She reached out to touch Wen Qiwu’s face; it was burning hot.

“Did you drink the Immortal Brew?” Yun Heng asked, though she was certain Qiwu had only touched the Drunken Phoenix wine.

But didn’t the King say that wouldn’t intoxicate humans?

“Sister~” Wen Qiwu spoke, her gaze fixed intently on Yun Heng.

“Let’s get you home…” Yun Heng moved to pick her up, but she was suddenly yanked forward.

Wen Qiwu looked frail, but years of medicinal baths and body-tempering arts meant her physical strength actually rivaled that of a Dao Integration master.

Yun Heng had no guard up, so she was pinned into the chair in the blink of an eye. She could have pushed her sister away instantly, but whether out of shock or something else, she failed to react in time.

And so, she tasted the warmth of fruit wine and soft lips.

Wen Qiwu’s kiss was clumsy, driven by the reckless abandon of a drunkard, but it was so sweet it made Yun Heng’s mind go blank for a heartbeat.

It wasn’t until Wen Qiwu gave her lip a tiny, sharp nip that Yun Heng finally snapped out of it. In a moment of panic, she pushed Wen Qiwu away. No one was there to see that the Immortal’s ears were a deep, vivid red.

Wen Qiwu lost her footing and crashed to the floor. It was a hard fall, and a flash of heartache crossed Yun Heng’s eyes.

She told herself her sister was just drunk.

A wave of icy immortal power washed over the room. Wen Qiwu shivered from the sudden chill, and her intoxication vanished almost instantly.

She remembered exactly what she had done. Staring at the floor, her body began to tremble as if she were trapped in a glacier.

I just… kissed her against her will.

The image of her sister’s shocked, confused face haunted her. She didn’t dare wonder if there had been disgust in those eyes, but she knew her sister couldn’t accept it—that was why she had been pushed away.

“Qiwu, you are drunk,” Yun Heng said, her voice sounding forcedly calm. She was using the “alcohol” excuse to mask everything that had just happened.

If Wen Qiwu simply nodded, they could pretend it was an accident. They could retreat to their safe, proper roles as sisters.

“I…” Wen Qiwu’s voice shook.

But could they really go back? Could she pretend none of this existed?

Wen Qiwu realized the bridges were already burned. Whether it was their relationship or the feelings she had hidden for so long, there was no turning back.

In a voice that sounded like someone who had nothing left to lose, she whispered, “Sister… I love you.”

“…Ridiculous.”

After a long silence, Wen Qiwu heard her sister’s disappointed voice.

Tears began to fall uncontrollably, and she bit her lip until it bled.

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