The Immortal’s "White Moonlight" Reborn - Chapter 49

Her silhouette gradually overlaps with Senior Sister’s

“Daoist Wen, I’ve finished resting. Let’s keep moving,” Yu Hengwei said as Wen Qiwu returned. Her tense posture relaxed slightly, though her hands instinctively tightened again when she noticed a flicker of scrutiny behind Wen Qiwu’s gentle smile.

“Alright, but please don’t push yourself, Daoist Yu.” Wen Qiwu noted that her companion’s face remained pale, a sight that was hard not to worry about.

“I’m not. That was just an old ailment acting up; it’s no trouble.” At Yu Hengwei’s insistence, Wen Qiwu eventually agreed to proceed.

As they walked, Wen Qiwu directed more of her attention toward Yu Hengwei, partly out of concern for her health, and partly because of a nagging doubt in her heart.

Even though she had contacted the Medical Immortal, Wen Qiwu hadn’t entirely dismissed her suspicions. Deep down, she simply found it hard to believe her Senior Sister was truly being that well-behaved.

“Daoist Yu, who exactly is this person you’ve asked A-Fu to find? I have some connections of my own; perhaps I could be of assistance.”

Hearing this, Yu Hengwei paused for a fraction of a second. “It’s… a family member. If Daoist Gao fails to find her, I will certainly come to you then.”

“It’s a deal, then. My name is Wen Qiwu; you can find me at the Spirit Inquiry Sect when the time comes. Please take care of yourself, Daoist Yu. I’m sure your family is very worried about you.”

Yu Hengwei pursed her lips and gave a small nod.

Wen Qiwu sighed softly. “My Senior Sister’s situation is somewhat similar to yours. She used to be quite reckless. Even though I’m away, my heart is always back at the sect. I worry she won’t follow the doctor’s orders, and I fret over whether she’ll sneak out to do something dangerous. You mustn’t follow her example.”

Yu Hengwei averted her gaze slightly and gave a soft murmur of agreement.

Once the topic turned to her Senior Sister, Wen Qiwu became quite the chatterbox, rambling on at length. Out of Wen Qiwu’s line of sight, Yu Hengwei grew increasingly nervous.

“I truly hope Senior Sister is as obedient as she claims. Otherwise…” The gentleness vanished from Wen Qiwu’s tone, and she punctuated those last words with chilling emphasis.

“Otherwise, what?” Yu Hengwei’s bloodless lips parted and closed several times before she finally gathered the resolve to ask.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Wen Qiwu replied with a playful, yet inscrutable blink. “My Senior Sister should know better. The things I promised her before are definitely off the table now. As for the rest”

Wen Qiwu let out a short, mocking laugh and didn’t finish the sentence, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.

“Daoist Yu? Are you really fit to keep going? You look even paler than before.” Wen Qiwu looked at Yu Hengwei and noticed her complexion had turned a shade whiter.

Yu Hengwei quickly shook her head to signal she was fine and urged that they pick up the pace. She wanted to achieve their goal quickly, and then… go home early.

The group of demons they encountered next wasn’t the last. As the two focused on the enemies, the earlier tension was temporarily pushed to the back of their minds.

When they were roughly halfway through their journey, Wen Qiwu suddenly spotted a vortex forming in the gloomy sky ahead. An atmospheric current, similar to a tornado, was brewing below, except it wasn’t just wind; it was teeming with demonic creatures and vengeful ghosts.

These entities were being sucked into the heart of the gale. She could faintly see something about to be born within, the air hummed with the metallic drone of weapons. Having devoured so many foul things, this object would likely be a top-tier demonic tool the moment it emerged.

“Someone is using demonic souls to forge a weapon,” Yu Hengwei said, her divine sense sweeping over the group of cultivators ahead. “They are from the Demon Realm.”

The current Endless Sea of Trees had truly become a treasure trove for those from the Demon Realm; here, both cultivation and forging yielded twice the result with half the effort. Quite a few demon cultivators had likely arrived recently.

“That seems to be the Bone-Erosion Demon Lord.” The Demon Lord had ten thousand skins, but those bones never changed. Yu Hengwei could vaguely see the traces of the Demon Lord’s bones on the lead cultivator.

Wen Qiwu vividly remembered how the Bone-Erosion Demon Lord had attempted a second sneak attack on Cloud Mist Mountain. She had long wanted a chance to “repay” him. More importantly, she couldn’t allow a demonic weapon of this caliber to enter the world. The stronger the tool, the more blood it would spill upon its birth. If this weapon were unleashed, it would surely cause a massacre.

The vengeful little phoenix drew her bow, notched an arrow, and fired it directly into the center of the demonic embryo.

When a near-complete demonic embryo is blown up, it isn’t just a simple failure; all the energy accumulated to forge the weapon explodes simultaneously.

“Move!” Wen Qiwu immediately grabbed Yu Hengwei to fly in the opposite direction, but Yu Hengwei reacted even faster. The moment the arrow left the bow, she pulled Wen Qiwu and dashed into the distance.

Boom!

A flash of white light erupted between heaven and earth, followed by a violent surge of power that tore everything in its vicinity to shreds.

The would-be demonic weapon perished in a wail of resentment, its last shred of spirit awareness extinguished. Every demon and ghost drawn into that space was annihilated by the aftershocks.

After the explosion, the sky returned to a clear, tranquil state. However, someone’s mood was likely far from sunny.

“WHO WAS IT?!” The Bone-Erosion Demon Lord’s enraged roar echoed through the sky. His disguise had been blown away, leaving only grim white bones. Yet, he couldn’t even feel the pain of his body because his heart ached far more!

The demonic embryo he had spent centuries crafting was destroyed right at the finish line. How could he not be consumed by hate?

“Pity, it didn’t blow him to bits,” Wen Qiwu lamented.

As the Demon Lord searched frantically for the culprit, and just as Yu Hengwei was about to strike, another furious voice rang out from the distance.

“Is it you filthy things who have disturbed the Phoenix Lord’s place of eternal rest?!” A streak of green flame sliced across the horizon as the overwhelming pressure of the Golden Immortal realm swept in.

It was the Blue Luan King. Furthermore, several more powerful presences were fast approaching.

This was the sacred ground of the Feather Clan. To see it turned into such a foul, chaotic mess infuriated the birds. The Demon Lord’s recent activities looked like a blatant confession of guilt. How could the Kings of the Feather Clan not be livid?

The Blue Luan King’s wings whipped up hurricanes and Luan-fire. Caught off guard, the Demon Lord’s bones caught fire.

The Luan King’s flames were exceptionally domineering; once they touched you, they were nearly impossible to shake off. The Bone-Erosion Demon Lord acted decisively, hacking off his own burning bones to prevent the fire from spreading.

The Luan King’s attacks followed relentlessly, dyeing the sky green. Though the Demon Lord was powerful, he had just been wounded by the explosion and quickly fell into a disadvantage. Surrounded by so many Golden Immortal-level Feather Kings, even though his heart bled with rage, he had no choice but to retreat for now.

“Bah! Does that brat from the Demon Realm take us for soft targets? When we followed His Majesty to suppress the Demon Realm, he was nothing but a shard of bone buried who-knows-where!” the Blue Luan King spat.

“Enough. The matter of the Phoenix Lord’s tomb is more important. Put the Demon Realm aside for now,” the Bifang King spoke up.

“True.” The Blue Luan King suppressed her anger. Her Majesty’s affairs took precedence.

She beat her wings and flew off, failing to notice the two people nearby. However, just because she didn’t notice didn’t mean no other birds saw them. For instance, the Bifang King—who had just urged her to leave, transformed into a woman in red and landed before Wen Qiwu and Yu Hengwei, greeting them with a beaming smile.

Though she greeted both, her gaze remained fixed on Wen Qiwu.

“How should I address you two?” The Bifang King did not look down on them despite her higher cultivation; on the contrary, she possessed an indescribable air of intimacy.

Yu Hengwei had witnessed this many times along the way, but those were all in bird form. This one was human. She took a small step forward, subtly shielding Wen Qiwu behind her. She could tolerate ordinary birds, but this one.

“My name is Wen, and my companion’s name is Yu.” Wen Qiwu was nearly overwhelmed by the Bifang King’s enthusiasm, but thankfully, Yu Hengwei stepped in to buffer her.

“Little Friend Wen, you are of the Feather Clan, aren’t you?” The Bifang King sized her up. Wen Qiwu had hidden her aura well; even she couldn’t say for certain if the girl was demon or human.

“Yes.”

No wonder she looks so likable; she really is a child of the Feather Clan! The smile in the Bifang King’s eyes softened further.

“Which lineage are you from? Are there no elders accompanying you?” The Bifang King looked eager, as if the moment Wen Qiwu said “no,” she would whisk her back to her own tribe. She’d call it protection, but as for returning her well, that would be for Wen Qiwu’s elders to negotiate.

A cold glint flashed in Yu Hengwei’s eyes. As expected, all the Kings of the Feather Clan were interested in her.

The Bifang King chatted with Wen Qiwu about this and that, in no hurry to leave—it was as if she hadn’t been the one rushing the Blue Luan King just moments ago.

“Bifang King, the Feather Clan trials are about to begin. If you don’t go now, you’ll be late.” Seeing the Bifang King edge closer to Wen Qiwu, Yu Hengwei couldn’t help but rest her hand on her sword hilt. This small movement caught Wen Qiwu’s eye, making her daze for a moment.

“Look at my memory! Are you here for the trials as well? Shall I take you there?” These trials were tasks set by the Feather Kings for the younger generation, intended to observe the changes within the Phoenix Lord’s tomb. Finding the Phoenix Lord’s remains would be even better.

“Thank you for your kindness, but we have other matters to attend to, so we plan to head there on our own,” Wen Qiwu said, snapping back to reality.

What a polite, obedient, and sweet child, far more pleasant than the ones in my own family! Even though she was rejected, the Bifang King felt a strange sense of joy.

After declining the offer, Wen Qiwu stole a glance at Yu Hengwei. Perhaps it was because the seed of doubt had been planted, but certain small gestures from “Daoist Yu” were beginning to overlap perfectly with the image of her Senior Sister.

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