The Immortal’s "White Moonlight" Reborn - Chapter 36

“Isn’t she the fellow cultivator from the second floor of the teahouse that day?”

On her way back, Dong Shiyue was suddenly snatched up by a massive, flying paper crane. The people around her were startled, immediately drawing their spiritual weapons.

“Don’t panic! It’s the Sect Leader looking for me. I’m heading back to the sect first. Elder Li, I leave the disciples to you!” Dong Shiyue recognized the immortal qi on the paper crane as Yun Heng’s and told the others to relax.

Yun Heng had infused the paper crane with a “Ten-Thousand-Mile Divine Path” spell, which consumed an immense amount of immortal power. Dong Shiyue assumed the Sect Leader had urgent business; however, after rushing there, she was simply entrusted with a sleeping bird fluff-ball.

Since there was no cage, the soft bird was placed directly into her hands. Dong Shiyue instinctively lightened her grip.

What surprised her even more was that the sky over Wunwu Mountain had cleared. The wind and snow that had besieged this place for a century had vanished, replaced by the serene scenery of her childhood memories.

The Sect Leader had changed as well. The deathly, stagnant aura that once clung to her features was gone, replaced by an emotion Dong Shiyue couldn’t quite name a warmth she had only seen when Elder Wen was still alive.

What happened while I was away? Why has the Sect Leader changed so much?

Dong Shiyue didn’t know what Yun Heng had experienced, but she sensed it was for the better. They had watched the Sect Leader’s condition deteriorate day by day, anxious yet helpless to help. Some, like Dong Shiyue, had tried desperate, random remedies, though none had worked after all, not everyone had the luck to stumble upon the real Wen Qiwu fresh out of the Infinite Tree Sea while looking for a common bird.

As long as the Sect Leader improved, it was a cause for celebration. Dong Shiyue smiled slightly, cradling the little white fluff-ball, and asked if the Sect Leader really didn’t plan to keep her anymore. Was it because she was naughty?

“She is very good,” Yun Heng instructed softly. “It’s just that I have things to do and won’t be able to look after her for a while. Take her back to Shangqing Mountain. She likes her fruit sliced and isn’t fond of spiritual grain. Remember to cut the fruit before feeding her.”

“Yes.” Dong Shiyue stealthily stroked the bird’s head. This little creature was something else; in all these years, the only person who could get the Sect Leader to slice fruit for them… was probably Elder Wen. Now there was this little one. The Sect Leader must truly be fond of her.

But if the Sect Leader was busy, there was no helping it.

Dong Shiyue promised to take good care of her, bowed, and departed. Once her silhouette had completely vanished, Yun Heng turned toward the dungeon where the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls was imprisoned.

The Demon Lord sensed the death of his pet, his eyes burning with venomous resentment. However, the moment Yun Heng entered, he carefully masked his emotions. He had to play weak, waiting for her to grow careless before seeking an opportunity to escape!

His soul had recovered slightly, but he remained curled in the formation, feigning exhaustion.

Clang!

The sound of a blade being drawn rang out. Alarms blared in his mind as he cautiously looked up.

The shadow of the sword-wielder loomed over him. The Demon Lord knew he was no saint, but at this moment, Yun Heng looked more like a Rakshasa from the abyss.

After waking, Yun Heng had realized one thing: the secret arts of the Demon Realm were inherently twisted. Even if she forced her sister’s resurrection through such means, A-Que’s future would only be filled with more pain…

She could not harm her sister for the sake of her own selfishness.

“Yun… Yun Heng… no, Immortal Venerable! I still have value! I will get you whatever you want, just please, don’t kill me!” The Demon Lord saw the undisguised murderous intent in her eyes. She wanted him dead! But her sister hadn’t been revived yet—how could she bear to kill him now?!

He had miscalculated. Yun Heng stepped forward and, without a moment’s hesitation, swung her sword, cleaving his soul into nothingness. From this day forth, the scourge known as the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls would no longer exist.

Yun Heng didn’t need him to do anything; she only wanted him dead erased entirely. The culprit had to pay back the suffering her sister endured, tenfold!

The Demon Lord’s wretched screams echoed throughout Wunwu Mountain as cracks spider-webbed across the dungeon walls. Some fragments of his soul tried to flee, but before they could escape the room, they were frozen into ice and shattered into dust by Yun Heng’s sword intent.

Yun Heng walked to the back of the dungeon. While the rest of the floor was ruined, one patch of ground remained perfectly intact. She funneled a surge of cold immortal power into it, and dense runes began to glow on the surface.

As she continued to pour her power in, the runes grew clearer, and something beneath the floor began to rise.

These runes were seals Yun Heng had placed long ago. The moment they broke, a chaotic power surged upward, and from within it, she lifted a small funerary urn.

This was power drawn from the Rift of Chaos. The Demon Lord had mentioned that one could find a way to reverse time within the Rift—but how could Yun Heng not have known? She had gone there long ago and found the legendary forbidden technique for reversing time.

It was just that since ancient times, almost no one had ever succeeded.

To perform this rite, Yun Heng had only one chance. If she failed, she would lose her own life. It was either live together or die together.

The blurry yet warm scenes in her dream made her feel that such an end was the only home she could ever have.

“Master!”

Upon returning, Dong Shiyue was greeted by her second disciple, a lively girl who came skipping over. She noticed her master’s strange posture, as if she were cradling something precious.

When she got closer, she saw a fluffy bird. “How cute!” The disciple couldn’t resist the fluff-ball and reached out to pet her. “Master, where did you steal this little thing from?”

“Mind your manners.” To outsiders, she was the cold Elder Dong, but she had little authority over her second disciple. Her tone was stern, but the girl knew her master was the classic “ice-face with a tofu-heart.”

The disciple stuck out her tongue. “You brought her back from the Sect Leader’s place, didn’t you?”

“How did you know?” Dong Shiyue wondered. She had only just returned.

“I heard from the eldest sister that the Sect Leader took you away, and you came back with a bird. It has to be from her! Is this the Sect Leader’s pet?” The feathers were so soft, like a ball of cotton; the disciple didn’t want to let go.

Dong Shiyue gave her a light swat on the hand. “Don’t disturb her rest.”

“This little one is a gift I gave to the Sect Leader,” Dong Shiyue explained. “She can’t look after her right now, so she’s staying at Shangqing Mountain for a while. The Sect Leader might want her back later.”

“Should we get her a cage?” the disciple asked, worried they wouldn’t be able to explain if the bird flew away.

“Let’s get one,” Dong Shiyue nodded.

The Beast Garden had many cages, especially since the winged tribes had left a century ago; the empty cages were piled like mountains.

The fluff-ball in Dong Shiyue’s palm shivered at the word “cage” and suddenly snapped her eyes open.

She saw Dong Shiyue and a stranger preparing to put her in another cage. It was just an ordinary cage, but Wen Qiwu puffed up into an even rounder ball of rage. With her power no longer restricted, she flapped her wings, sending the cage flying. Even the disciple nearby wasn’t spared, getting a face full of wind.

Wen Qiwu looked around in confusion. She was finally out of that wretched cage, but where was she? Shangqing Mountain?

Where is Senior Sister? Why am I here?

Wen Qiwu paced anxiously in Dong Shiyue’s palm. The disciple, her hair a mess from the wind, leaned in. “Master, is she scared?”

“Possibly. Let’s take her inside…” Before Dong Shiyue could finish, a voice rang in her ear.

Where… where is Yun Heng?

Dong Shiyue froze. The bird in her hand hopped to the ground and transformed into an exceptionally beautiful woman in green robes. She couldn’t see through the woman’s cultivation, her power was far beyond her own.

More importantly, she recognized her.

Wait… isn’t this… isn’t this the fellow cultivator from the second floor of the teahouse?!

Underneath her expressionless mask, Dong Shiyue’s composure was shattering. She realized she had made a colossal mistake—she had kidnapped a senior demon cultivator! She wanted to dig a hole and bury herself; she never wanted to face this “Senior” ever again.

“Where is Immortal Venerable Yun Heng?” Wen Qiwu asked urgently.

“The Sect Leader… she was at Wunwu Mountain when I left,” Dong Shiyue stammered. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know…”

Senior Sister is awake. Good, that’s good.

“It’s fine.” Wen Qiwu waved it off. If Dong Shiyue hadn’t brought her here, she wouldn’t have known what was happening at the sect. If anything happened to her sister… No, she refused to imagine it.

But why was she here? She should be at Wunwu Mountain. She only asked her sister to break the cage, why did her sister throw her out too?

She asked Dong Shiyue what had happened. Dong Shiyue, still gathering the pieces of her broken dignity, explained that the Sect Leader had changed significantly, likely due to the dream.

Why was she in such a hurry to send me away? Is she planning something?

Wen Qiwu couldn’t help but be paranoid; Yun Heng’s inner demons were too heavy. Anyone else would have committed suicide long ago. If she wasn’t by her sister’s side, she couldn’t feel at ease.

I have to go back. Without another word, Wen Qiwu flew straight toward Wunwu Mountain.

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