The Immortal’s "White Moonlight" Reborn - Chapter 52

Who is this human?! How dare they hide the Little Phoenix!

Yu Hengwei didn’t receive a cross-examination or a test of her identity. Instead, she stole a glance at Wen Qiwu, only to find the slender figure hanging her head, looking as though she might collapse at any moment.

“Qiwu!” Her heart seized. She hurriedly pulled the girl into her protective embrace.

Wen Qiwu’s breathing was ragged, her body trembling slightly. Thinking she had been injured without her noticing, Yu Hengwei, whose own face had drained of color, began frantically checking her over. At this moment, her secret identity and the risk of exposure were completely forgotten.

Wen Qiwu looked up, her tear-filled eyes looking utterly heartbreaking.

Yu Hengwei felt a sharp pang of distress. She raised her hand to wipe away the tear stains on Wen Qiwu’s face, pressing for an answer: “Why are you crying? Are you… hurt?”

Wen Qiwu shook her head. “I’m not hurt.”

The reason for her tears was the wailing of countless birds. Their pain and sorrow were being transmitted directly to her, yet she was currently unable to reach the scene of the tragedy.

The remnant of the True Demon had been stung by the previous sword strike and hadn’t yet recovered. Yu Hengwei set up an array around them, and the surrounding attacks, which weren’t particularly fierce, were all intercepted by the barrier.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong? Maybe I can help,” Yu Hengwei said, her heart only half-settled upon hearing Wen Qiwu wasn’t injured. She spoke softly, guiding Wen Qiwu to share the true cause of her grief. How could she bear to see Wen Qiwu weeping in secret?

“The Feather Clan… they’re under attack.” With reddened eyes, Wen Qiwu briefly explained the situation. Had the person before her been a mere passing stranger, she wouldn’t have said much. But this “Yu Hengwei” was different, she was the only person Wen Qiwu felt she could fully trust right now.

“The death knell of every bird reaches me before they pass. If the demons strike, the fallen Feather Clan won’t even have a chance at reincarnation. I must go quickly to collect their souls.” Wen Qiwu gripped her bow, her eyes burning with a mix of tears and fury.

Those souls, tainted or even controlled by demonic energy, had to enter her flames as soon as possible to recover; otherwise, they would have no hope for rebirth. As time slipped away, they would gradually fade from this world. Wen Qiwu was running out of time.

Having regrouped, the True Demon remnant launched another fierce assault. The monster seemed incapable of learning its lesson; despite being beaten into a state of howling pain earlier, it fixated on Wen Qiwu again the moment it recovered.

Yu Hengwei used several needles to pierce through the True Demon’s counterattack. Then, she pulled Wen Qiwu into her arms and said softly, “I’ll take you to see.”

When Yu Hengwei was determined to leave, the True Demon couldn’t hold them back, regardless of what methods it used.

The person in her arms continued to tremble slightly. Yu Hengwei looked down to see Wen Qiwu with her eyes cast down, her mind likely already at the trial grounds. In this state, she wasn’t sure if Wen Qiwu had noticed her sword intent or if her cover was blown. She furrowed her brows, letting out a silent sigh.

They soon reached the vicinity of the trial grounds, which had transformed into a living hell. The power of the True Demon had corroded the beautiful landscape into a scene of deathly silence. Rainwater from other areas converged here, and a thickening demonic aura began to pile up.

No—it wasn’t just piling up; it was coalescing to give birth to something new! Wen Qiwu could faintly sense a rhythmic fluctuation, like a heartbeat, coming from the “mire” where the rainwater gathered. She couldn’t let this demonic energy continue to accumulate!

“Daoist Yu, we have to destroy this swamp,” Wen Qiwu said, looking up at Yu Hengwei. “Something is gestating here.”

“Alright.” Yu Hengwei nodded. Extremely cold celestial power manifested around her; one wave froze the mire on the ground, while another froze the dark clouds in the sky.

The Feather Kings were struggling to fend off enemies in their respective areas, and Yu Hengwei’s arrival significantly lightened their burden.

However, freezing the sky and earth was only a temporary fix. The root of the problem was the True Demon remnant; if it wasn’t destroyed, the entire Cangwang Realm would be dragged into catastrophe.

The souls of the birds, on the verge of vanishing, hovered over the mire. Feeling Wen Qiwu’s aura, they were all drawn toward her. The birds had died in agony, and even in death, their souls were suffering. They could only find a final sense of peace by Wen Qiwu’s side.

Suddenly, Yu Hengwei felt herself enveloped in a sphere of warm fire. The pure white flames were tinged with a hint of cyan at the tips. The fire wasn’t hot at all; it carried a warmth that felt like life itself was being replenished.

The one who ignited these flames was the person in her arms. In this place of deathly silence, her fire was the only light capable of piercing the darkness.

Suddenly, Yu Hengwei felt her arms go empty. The girl had vanished, replaced by the phantom image of a white phoenix hovering over the mire.

The phoenix flew over the places swallowed by demonic energy. Wherever she passed, tiny specks of light drifted upward. Some were incredibly faint, as if they would be extinguished by a mere breeze, but the fire gave them strength, allowing even the weakest sparks to drift into the flames.

These specks of light were the souls of the fallen Feather Clan. Wen Qiwu collected these broken souls and placed them in her flames to be nurtured. However, due to the sheer number, these birds couldn’t recover as quickly as the little Blue Luan.

The moment Wen Qiwu summoned her flames, the Feather Kings sensed it and looked in her direction.

“Am I seeing things?” The Blue Luan King had just managed to clear away the puppets formed by the demonic rain and caught her breath. And what was she seeing now?

Amidst that apocalyptic, horrific landscape, a white phoenix shrouded in flames beat its wings through the dark night. The souls of the children who had just died, including those of the Blue Luan clan, were being accepted into her fire. Those children would no longer perish in agonizing torment. Just watching this brought the King a long-lost sense of peace.

The Blue Luan King thought her time might be up, and that was why she was seeing the late Empress before she died. No… that phoenix was clearly young. Was she… the Empress? No, she wasn’t.

The Blue Luan King had been sent to serve the Phoenix Lord since childhood and was intimately familiar with her. This phoenix looked like the Empress, but it wasn’t her.

She must be going mad, hallucinating a phoenix that looked so much like the Empress.

Suddenly, she heard the Bifang King nearby cry out in shock: “A Phoenix!”

So, it wasn’t a hallucination?

The True Demon remnant let out a shriek. Wen Qiwu’s actions were essentially stealing its food. The mindless monster immediately launched an attack at her.

Wen Qiwu had exhausted too much energy taking so many souls into her fire; she had little strength left to fight back.

Seeing the True Demon go mad toward the Phoenix, the Kings charged forward without a second thought. Yet, even the fastest bird among them wasn’t as quick as another white figure.

The Kings watched with wide eyes as that human shattered the True Demon’s attack and then, right in front of them, scooped their Phoenix into her arms.

The Kings stared in disbelief. Who was this human? How dare they hide the Little Phoenix!

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