The Immortal’s "White Moonlight" Reborn - Chapter 62

“When I am recovered, could you give me a formal status?”

“Actually, I could have gone alone. You should continue to rest, Senior Sister. Get up slowly and put on your cloak so you don’t catch a cold.” Wen Qiwu helped her Senior Sister sit up and brought over an outer robe to drape around her shoulders.

Though there was no need to worry about an Immortal with an ice root catching a chill, Yun Heng thoroughly enjoyed her Junior Sister’s concern. She took the opportunity to pull Wen Qiwu into her arms, acting exceptionally clingy.

“Senior Sister? The elders are all waiting.” Wen Qiwu didn’t push her away, assuming the influence of the heart demon was still lingering.

“A-Que.” Yun Heng’s breath brushed against Wen Qiwu’s ear, sending a ticklish sensation through her.

Perhaps because Wen Qiwu had taken the initiative to kiss her earlier, a glimmer of hope had ignited in Yun Heng’s heart. “Once my illness is cured, could you…”

But the words caught in her throat, and she bit her lower lip. Care breeds anxiety; she was terrified that she would only hear another rejection, so she trailed off halfway.

“Could I what?” Wen Qiwu waited for a moment, and seeing her Senior Sister hesitate, she prompted her.

Yun Heng wavered for a long time before finally gathering the courage to speak. “Could I… have a formal status?”

A formal status?

Wen Qiwu froze. Clever as she was, how could she not understand what her Senior Sister meant? Her face heated up and turned a bright crimson.

They had kissed, and they had embraced. A “formal status” in this context certainly didn’t mean a platonic one.

“A-Que, once I have purged that heart demon, you won’t need to be afraid anymore.” Yun Heng could clearly distinguish that her feelings for her Junior Sister were not a result of the heart demon’s obsession. However, she also knew that as long as the heart demon existed, her Junior Sister would have doubts. A-Que was accommodating and never brought it up, but knowing what she had gone through, Yun Heng didn’t want to force a reply right now.

A-Que had suffered so much in the past; how could Yun Heng let her stay by her side in a state of constant trepidation, fearing that everything would revert to the start once the heart demon was gone? She had to strip away those dark influences completely before she was worthy of a future with her Junior Sister.

Wen Qiwu lowered her gaze, hiding the shimmering light in her eyes.

“A-Que, could you give me a chance?” Yun Heng’s voice trembled slightly, as if she were terrified of being rejected.

Could she?

In truth, Wen Qiwu had known the answer for a very, very long time.

If Senior Sister truly loved her, and it wasn’t just an obsession born of a heart demon…

Wen Qiwu’s thoughts drifted back to her past self. A hundred years ago, she would have probably woken up laughing from such a dream. And now… she was likely as “useless” as ever when it came to her feelings.

A faint smile touched the corners of her lips before vanishing. Since Yun Heng was holding her, she missed this subtle change. However, because Wen Qiwu remained silent for so long, Yun Heng began to grow anxious.

As soon as she wavered, the heart demon seized the opportunity to mock her. Just moments ago, Yun Heng had dared to “throw mud” at it by blaming it for her own feelings a slight the heart demon was not about to let slide.

[See that? A-Que is hesitating. She just doesn’t know how to reject you. A hundred years have passed; who would still be waiting for you in the same spot? It’s only because A-Que is soft-hearted that she hasn’t thrown you out to fend for yourself. Zuo Lan was right, there are plenty of people out there who are a better match for her…] The heart demon picked the most poisonous words, insulting Yun Heng from head to toe.

The heart demon knew Yun Heng’s weaknesses better than anyone; it knew exactly how to rip open her wounds and make the blood flow again.

Even now, these words stung, but the pain wasn’t as crushing as the heart demon expected. Because A-Que had told her: no matter what the heart demon says, tell her.

In this regard, Yun Heng was extremely obedient. No sooner had the heart demon finished speaking than Yun Heng relayed its words to Wen Qiwu.

Wen Qiwu’s expression darkened for an instant. She held her Senior Sister as if she were a piece of fragile porcelain, heartachingly cursing the heart demon for being a vile creature.

“Senior Sister, tell the heart demon this… I am a person who cherishes old ties. To me, those hundred years were but a blink of an eye—not nearly enough to erode any of my feelings.”

Yun Heng’s eyes instantly blazed with light. Taking advantage of her Junior Sister’s blushing face, she stole another kiss.

Without needing Yun Heng to repeat it, the heart demon had heard every word.

Yun Heng didn’t even bother to gloat. Her silence conveyed a profound disdain, as if saying: See? No matter how much you speak, you cannot drive a wedge between us.

Wen Qiwu’s words gave Yun Heng the strength to resist the demon.

The heart demon looked at its own hands; they were becoming increasingly ethereal, its power steadily waning. This meant Yun Heng was slowly healing the wounds in her heart. Once she fully recovered, the demon would vanish.

[Heh. I truly envy you,] the heart demon sneered.

As a heart demon, it was the other side of Yun Heng. In some ways, it shared the same obsession with Wen Qiwu, though its version was twisted. If the heart demon won and replaced Yun Heng, it would undoubtedly drag Wen Qiwu down into the depths with it—even in death, it would take her along. That was the depravity of a heart demon.

[How fortunate you are to meet such a gentle A-Que. I was so close to succeeding, but…] The heart demon felt its defeat was earned. It was just a pity that A-Que’s tenderness was reserved only for a “blockhead” like Yun Heng.

Yun Heng frowned, but she was in too good a mood to stay angry. She simply said, “A-Que detests you. Her childhood name is not for the likes of you to use.”

The heart demon gave a cold laugh and fell silent, though it had no intention of following her orders.

“Senior Sister, are you still fit to meet the Demon Kings?” Wen Qiwu asked, worried about Yun Heng’s state after the heart demon’s intrusion. She wanted her to stay and rest.

“It doesn’t matter. The Demon Kings won’t start a fight with me; I can handle a conversation.” Yun Heng’s pale, sickly appearance was enough to make anyone’s heart ache. Wen Qiwu decided she would not let those Demon Kings have any chance to lay a hand on her Senior Sister.

The Demon Kings didn’t even know their Little Highness hadn’t reached the hall yet, but her heart was already biased beyond measure.

Yun Heng suppressed a smile and said, “A Phoenix is very special to the Avian Sovereigns. They will certainly want to take you back to the Rising Sun Palace.”

“I know. But… if I go there, I probably won’t have any more peaceful days.” Wen Qiwu understood what the palace represented. Though she had the bloodline, the demon territories were ruled by the strong. As a mere Earth Immortal, she couldn’t hold that seat securely; there would be endless trouble.

“Then stay here with me for now. Go back once you are stronger.” Yun Heng had seemingly been waiting for this; her tone wasn’t as steady as usual. Even Wen Qiwu noticed something and looked at her. Yun Heng looked away and gave a light cough. “The Phoenix Sovereign entrusted you to me, not to those Demon Kings. She must have had her reasons. It’s better to stay at the God-Inquiry Sect.”

Wen Qiwu stared at her until Yun Heng began to feel nervous, then suddenly burst into laughter. Yun Heng realized her Junior Sister had been teasing her.

She reached out and lightly pinched Wen Qiwu’s cheek as a small punishment for her mischievousness.

“Of course I’m staying at the God-Inquiry Sect. Don’t worry, Senior Sister—your injuries haven’t healed yet; how could I leave?” Even if she were to leave, she would take her Senior Sister with her. But since Yun Heng was the Sect Leader, she couldn’t stay in the demon realm forever. If she stayed at the palace while Yun Heng stayed here… she couldn’t bear the thought of being in different realms.

Yun Heng mumbled under her breath, “Don’t leave even after the injuries heal…”

Wen Qiwu chuckled and took her hand. “Let’s go. We can’t keep the guests waiting too long.”

“Alright.” Yun Heng gripped her hand tightly. Placing an arm around Wen Qiwu’s waist, she used a God-Stride technique. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the Great Hall on Mount Wendo.

Inside, the Avian Sovereigns had made themselves comfortable. They radiated an aura of hostility. They weren’t suppressing their power; even a sliver of pressure from a Golden Immortal was enough to make the weaker disciples’ legs turn to jelly.

The elders, unable to bear it, had sent the young disciples away, leaving a mechanical wooden puppet to serve tea.

“Your Excellencies, I truly am not lying. Our Sect Leader has been in the sect this entire time; it is impossible for her to have stolen your treasure. There must be a misunderstanding.”

“Hmph.” A burly Demon King let out a cold snort that made the entire hall tremble. “Do you think we old fellows are just bored? We wouldn’t come all this way without concrete evidence.” His voice was like a booming bell, his hawk-like eyes sharp and piercing.

The Avian Sovereigns didn’t always get along and rarely appeared together, yet they were all here today! Fortunately, they hadn’t brought their clansmen, or the God-Inquiry Sect would have feared an all-out war.

Could the Sect Leader… really have taken something of theirs? The elders wondered, their resolve wavering.

Just as the elders were reaching their limit, their long-awaited Sect Leader finally arrived.

While the Sovereigns hadn’t given the elders any face, the moment Wen Qiwu and Yun Heng walked in, their gazes shifted to the girl. Their frigid pressure vanished instantly, replaced by a warmth like a spring breeze.

Before the elders could figure out what was happening, Yun Heng took her seat and dismissed them. Relieved to be free of the exhausting task of hosting the Demon Kings, the elders fled faster than they had ever moved.

Now, only those who knew Wen Qiwu’s true identity remained.

Yun Heng set up a barrier to prevent eavesdropping. With the barrier in place, the Demon Kings dropped their pretenses. Almost every bird began asking Wen Qiwu if she was being treated well at the sect. If Yun Heng hadn’t been watching closely, her Junior Sister might have “accidentally” vanished.

Several waves of invisible power clashed silently in the air. Eventually, Yun Heng’s domineering frost power suppressed the others. Her expression improved, while the Demon Kings looked quite sour. If they were in their true forms, they would likely all be puffing out their feathers in indignation.

There was nothing for it. Their Little Highness had fallen into the hands of the only True Immortal in the Vast Delusion Realm; even if they wanted to “steal” her back, it would be no easy feat.

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