The Immortal’s "White Moonlight" Reborn - Chapter 33

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The pet of the Myriad Soul Demon Lord looked much like its master: eerie and grotesque. From a distance, it resembled a moving mass of giant sludge, but upon closer inspection, one would realize it was a monstrosity formed by countless spirits huddled together.

The beast carried the resentment of ten million dead souls. To bolster its strength, the Demon Lord had personally tortured those spirits repeatedly; the more hatred they birthed, the more powerful the pet became.

The will of an ordinary cultivator could hardly withstand the malice of ten million souls. Anyone with even a slightly weak spirit would descend into madness just by approaching. Consequently, when the reinforcements arrived and witnessed the tragic scene, they couldn’t help but gasp in horror.

Fortunately, the creature was stationary. It wasn’t that it didn’t want to move, but rather that a longblade the size of a mountain had skewered its body, pinning it firmly to the earth. Its malevolent influence was thus contained within its current range.

“The Sect Master of the Jinfeng Sect sacrificed nearly half his cultivation to suppress it, but the time he bought is limited. We pray the Immortal Venerable will strike and slay this demon,” Yun Heng’s arrival caused the other immortal sects to feel as though they could finally stand tall again.

Regardless of whether it was the Myriad Soul Demon Lord himself or this soul-devouring beast, nothing could stir up a storm in the presence of Immortal Venerable Yun Heng.

As if sensing danger, two clusters of scarlet flames ignited in the center of the creature’s massi, ts eyes.

“Roar!”

The monster let out a guttural howl, its body beginning to drag the massive blade across the ground. Crimson “tears” flowed from its eyes. Rather than seeping into the dirt, these droplets rippled through the air like stones hitting water, causing space itself to fluctuate.

A flash of red light swept past. Anyone who looked at it, intentionally or not—immediately felt a piercing pain deep within their mind. Mad whispers erupted in their consciousness, and many fell to the ground, clutching their heads in agony.

Yun Heng’s face turned slightly pale, and a hint of blood-red stained the depths of her eyes, but these fragmented whispers were nothing compared to the low murmurs of her own inner demon.

Weng!

A surge of sword intent pierced through the heavens and earth. A frigid frost spread along the wake of the strike, covering the area in ice and snow within moments.

The monster was cleaved in two. The frost sealed the jagged edges, ensuring the filth within the body would not leak out.

While the monster was rampaging, several stealthy figures slipped into the Wushen Sect. With clear objectives, they bypassed the populated peaks and hurried toward the desolate Cloud Mist Mountain.

Because the weather on Cloud Mist Mountain had turned extremely harsh over the years, few people cared to go near it. This played right into the hands of these intruders. As long as Yun Heng was lured away, they could ascend the mountain from this side without fear of discovery.

“Is the Myriad Soul Demon Lord really imprisoned here? A legendary Demon Lord of his generation, reduced to this… Tsk, how pathetic.” The speaker’s tone was filled with mock sentiment and ridicule; they didn’t seem to be here for a rescue, but rather to kick a man while he was down.

“This works out perfectly. With Yun Heng suppressing him, it’ll be easier for us to take his treasures.” Even if the Myriad Soul Demon Lord was a “Pseudo-True Immortal” who had relied on external forces to climb the ranks, he could still easily crush those in the Golden Immortal Realm. The higher the cultivation, the wider the gap; the difference between a Pseudo-True Immortal and a Golden Immortal was perhaps greater than the distance between heaven and earth.

Many had envied his treasures before, but no one had dared to snatch them. Now was different. The Demon Lord was a prisoner of Immortal Venerable Yun Heng, rumored to have been subjected to the “death by a thousand cuts.” His strength was surely a shadow of its former self, and with Yun Heng’s restrictions placed upon him, a commoner could probably kill him now.

Possessing his treasures was equivalent to obtaining a stepping stone to the True Immortal Realm. How could the other two Demon Lords and various powers of the Demon Realm not be lusting after it?

After decades of silence, someone finally couldn’t resist making a move. There was only one prize; if they didn’t strike first, they would likely regret it until their hearts turned bitter.

They didn’t have the grand ambition of the Myriad Soul Demon Lord to refine the entire Wushen Sect—they lacked the capability, but the other two Demon Lords simply wanted to grab the loot and run.

Rumble!

A bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky. Inside her cage, Wen Qiwu shivered. Ever since her Senior Sister left, she had been plagued by a nagging sense of unease.

Kacha…

Did she hear footsteps outside the door?

Rumble!

Another flash of lightning. This time, she clearly saw several stealthy silhouettes reflected on the window.

Demonic Qi!

Memories of the demon cultivators massacring her sect years ago flooded back, and Wen Qiwu’s heart clenched instantly.

Is Senior Sister not in the sect? If she were here, these people wouldn’t have made it this far, unless… Senior Sister did this on purpose.

Shua!

Suddenly, the sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out. Blood splattered against the windowpane.

Boom! Someone unleashed a technique, the explosion making Wen Qiwu’s ears ring. Fortunately, the room was protected by a barrier; no matter how fierce the fight outside, the interior remained unaffected.

In a matter of moments, the sounds of slaughter ceased.

The door creaked open. Wen Qiwu stared intently at the entrance. If it was an enemy, they would have to open the birdcage to kill her. Once the cage’s restrictions were lifted, it remained to be seen who would be the killer and who would be the prey.

However, the hostility and killing intent radiating from her vanished the moment she saw the person at the door.

Senior Sister!

The site of the monster’s rampage was in the East Zhao Territory, quite far from the Wushen Sect. The demon cultivators had calculated the location perfectly to ensure Yun Heng would be the one to respond and that she wouldn’t be able to return quickly.

They thought they were being clever, but just as they prepared to search the rooms one by one, an unexpected figure appeared.

The Demon Realm had used the “lure the tiger from the mountain” tactic once before. Having fallen for it once, Yun Heng had paid a price she still couldn’t bear to face. Dealing with a similar situation now, how could she not have kept a close eye on the movements of the Demon Realm?

Yun Heng walked in, drenched in blood, all belonging to her enemies. She was dragging a mangled body that was barely hanging on but still able to speak.

Before Wen Qiwu could even breathe a sigh of relief, she noticed something wrong with her sister’s eyes.

At some unknown point, a bloody tint had seeped into Yun Heng’s gaze. Those once obsidian eyes had turned a dark, murky red.

Yun Heng’s crimson eyes froze for a moment when she saw the little creature in the cage. She likely wanted to offer a smile to comfort the potentially frightened “little ball,” but her lips barely curved; the smile was indiscernible.

“Chirp, chirp!”

The crisp bird song seemed to possess a power that calmed the heart. Yun Heng struggled to pull herself back from the groggy, blood-colored haze.

She glanced at the body in her hand and the blood on her clothes. To avoid scaring the little one in the cage, she took a step back and stood outside the door.

Having exhausted her immortal power to rush back, she was now too weak to interrogate the demon cultivator. She summoned the Master of the Hall of Discipline to handle the prisoner.

“He is a confidant of the Bone-Erosion Demon Lord. Interrogate him thoroughly,” Yun Heng reminded them, her consciousness holding on by a thread.

“Understood.” The Hall Master nodded, but her eyes were filled with worry as she looked at Yun Heng.

“Sect Master, are you alright? I shall fetch the Physician Immortal.”

Yun Heng shook her head, but the body cannot be forced. Over the past hundred years, she had exhausted her lifeblood. The influence of the Soul Demon was the final straw. Her body swayed, and before she could take two steps, she collapsed.

Fortunately, the Physician Immortal had anticipated this and had been waiting nearby ever since Yun Heng left. As expected, less than fifteen minutes after her return, she was called in.

“She was already… and now with the Soul Demon’s influence, and that ‘Ten-Thousand-Mile Divine Strike’ consuming so much of her power… if she keeps this up, I won’t even want to treat her anymore!” The Physician Immortal hadn’t checked on Yun Heng for a few days, and this sight made her teeth itch with frustration. “Wasn’t her Junior Sister raised by her personally? How can the difference be so vast!”

The Physician Immortal loved patients like Wen Qiwu, obedient and following every instruction. Looking at the woman before her gave her a migraine.

“Physician Immortal, the Sect Master carries a heavy burden. That Soul Demon caused untold casualties; the Sect Master likely felt” The Hall Master tried to defend her, but was cut off by a cold glare from the doctor.

“Responsibility? Humph. She knows exactly how she ended up like this. Sect Master Yun’s illness cannot be cured, unless…” Unless the person who died from Spirit-Dissipation Syndrome could be resurrected.

Yun Heng’s ailment was never in her body; it was in her heart. She had to find a way to cross that hurdle herself. No one could help her. Having watched Yun Heng change over the last century, the Physician Immortal—who had seen many such cases suspected the Immortal Venerable’s time might finally be running out.

She sighed, then pulled a pure white jade “Peace Knot” charm from her sleeve and placed it by Yun Heng’s pillow. It was meant to suppress inner demons; hopefully, it would have some effect.

“I have dispersed the influence of the Soul Demon. Now, let her rest.” The Physician Immortal rose to leave, and the Hall Master followed quietly, closing the door.

The room fell silent again, leaving only the sleeping woman and the weeping white fluffball.

Kacha.

Wen Qiwu heard a faint sound. With teary eyes, she followed the noise and discovered that the Peace Knot charm the doctor left had actually cracked!

A faint black mist hovered over the shattered charm, looking like a deliberate provocation. That inner demon was exceptionally cunning, it had even deceived the Physician Immortal!

Physician Immortal, come back!

But the doctor was already long gone.

Wen Qiwu tried to bite through the lock of the birdcage, but she’d likely break her little beak before it gave way.

The black mist surrounding her sister grew thicker, expanding while draining Yun Heng’s vitality. Curiously, the mist avoided Wen Qiwu, as if a pile of filth had encountered a purifying treasure and had to detour to avoid being cleansed.

Do you want to wake her up?

Wen Qiwu stopped gnawing on the lock. A gentle woman’s voice had echoed in her mind.

I do! Can you help me?

Wen Qiwu didn’t know who she was, but she felt an instinctive urge to trust her.

Before she could process anything further, Wen Qiwu’s vision went dark. She instinctively activated a secret technique to extract her consciousness. A warm, unfamiliar power enveloped her, carrying her as she merged into the black mist.

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