The Immortal’s "White Moonlight" Reborn - Chapter 73

“This time it wasn’t a reward; she just wanted to kiss her Senior Sister.”

Wen Qiwu narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. She brought out the medicine she had been brewing over her Phoenix Fire in the spatial ring. Since she had promised to feed her Senior Sister personally, she wouldn’t go back on her word.

After the Medical Immortal’s refinements, Yun Heng’s medicine was no longer so bitter at least, not bitter enough for her to use it as an excuse to act pitiful. Consequently, Yun Heng had been taking her medicine herself for quite a while. As for the candy… unless her sister fed it to her personally, it wasn’t strictly necessary.

Now that Wen Qiwu had specifically mentioned feeding her to comfort her, Yun Heng’s ears turned pink, her mind immediately jumping to a very specific, intimate “method” of feeding.

She hadn’t expected that “personally” simply meant… by hand.

“What are you thinking about, Senior Sister?” Wen Qiwu asked with a meaningful, teasing smile as she fed Yun Heng the final spoonful.

Yun Heng shook her head. Her expression was calm, yet it carried a trace of hidden grievance that was hard to detect, especially when she saw Wen Qiwu’s knowing grin. She realized her sister had done this on purpose.

Setting the empty bowl aside, Wen Qiwu sat down and hugged Yun Heng, resting her head gently on her Senior Sister’s shoulder.

“Let me guess… you’re thinking I broke my promise? That I’m not a woman of my word?” Wen Qiwu’s voice was soft and full of playfulness.

Yun Heng gave a weak, unconvincing “No.”

Seeing her Senior Sister looking so “wronged,” Wen Qiwu didn’t soften her stance like she usually did. Because…

“So I guessed wrong? Well, I suppose I never was very good at guessing what Senior Sister is hiding from me,” Wen Qiwu sighed.

Yun Heng’s body went rigid. She immediately grabbed Wen Qiwu’s hand. “There’s no need to guess. Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you.”

“Then tell me, what exactly were you doing this morning?” Wen Qiwu’s tone softened just a fraction.

“I went to see Bai Jiao.” Yun Heng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief that this was the issue.

“The City Lord? And you ran into thieves?” Wen Qiwu’s words made it clear she knew Yun Heng had only acquired the moon-crescent bracelet that morning.

“Yes,” Yun Heng confessed honestly. “After you fell asleep last night, I sensed a faint trace of demonic qi circulating through the city. I planned to discuss it with Bai Jiao, but I couldn’t find her at the manor. Instead, I ran into several suspicious-looking Yao.”

“One of them was holding that bracelet, it’s a treasure belonging to a friend of mine. They claimed they’d stolen it. I didn’t want to make a scene, but they tried to silence me, so I had to act first.”

“Thieves and they still have the gall to be arrogant,” Wen Qiwu said, her voice turning cold. “They deserve whatever they got.”

Yun Heng patted her sister’s back, soothing her anger. “I think Jiaoyue City is about to become quite turbulent. Ah Que, don’t wander too far from me for a while. Let’s wait for Bai Jiao to get a handle on things.”

“Alright,” Wen Qiwu nodded. She glanced at her sister again. “Is that everything from this morning?”

“That’s everything,” Yun Heng whispered, secretly hooking her pinky finger with Wen Qiwu’s to coax her.

Wen Qiwu finally relaxed completely. “I thought you were keeping some massive crisis from me. Don’t scare me like that again, Senior Sister.” After being kept in the dark for so long in the past, Wen Qiwu was naturally a bit jumpy.

“I just didn’t want those messy Yao affairs to bother you.” Yun Heng was gently rubbing her sister’s hand when, suddenly, a sweet candy was popped into her mouth.

Following the candy, she felt a soft, delicate touch against the corner of her lips. It was sweeter than the sugar itself.

Caught off guard by the sudden “theft” of a kiss, Yun Heng’s ears turned a deep shade of crimson. From Wen Qiwu’s angle, those red ears were the perfect picture of the Senior Sister she knew. That other side of her… I wonder who she learned those bad habits from!

Wen Qiwu let out a soft laugh, her warm breath tickling Yun Heng’s ear, making it turn even redder. Yun Heng immediately pulled her into an embrace. Wen Qiwu, her eyes sparkling like starlight, pressed a finger to her own lips.

The kiss was a reward for being honest and not doing anything reckless. But the “punishment” for the secret-keeping wasn’t over yet.

“Senior Sister, Bai Jiao is so badly injured. Can she still maintain order?”

At the mention of the City Lord, Yun Heng’s voice grew solemn. “She’s just wounded. Trust her—no one who sits as the City Lord of a place like this is simple. Besides, now that I’m here, I’ll help her if needed, though now isn’t the right time to step in.” She looked at Wen Qiwu with a glint in her eyes. “When the time comes, I’ll take you to see a show far more interesting than the Dragon Gate ceremony.”

Wen Qiwu smiled. “Senior Sister…”

“Yes?”

“In the hundred years I was gone, who taught you to be so… mischievous?” In Wen Qiwu’s memory, her sister had been much more stoic. It was as if someone had spent a century pouring dark ink over a block of wood.

“Taught me what?” Yun Heng asked, genuinely confused.

“Nothing.” Yun Heng’s gaze was so clear and devoid of guile that Wen Qiwu wondered if anyone had actually “corrupted” her.

Or… the inner demon? Wen Qiwu decided. It must be that. That wretched thing must have influenced her personality! Whether it was actually the demon’s fault or not, Wen Qiwu was happy to blame it.

Wen Qiwu snuggled into her embrace. Yun Heng bit her lip slightly, looking down at the person in her arms, wondering if she could steal a kiss of her own.

“Has the inner demon bothered you lately, Senior Sister?”

“No. If it tries to instigate anything, I’ll tell you immediately,” Yun Heng promised.

“Good girl.” Wen Qiwu lifted her head. Whether by accident or design, her lips “slipped” against Yun Heng’s cheek. “Senior Sister, was the candy sweet today? Do you like it?”

“Sweet,” Yun Heng replied, her gaze fixed entirely on Wen Qiwu. Beneath the melting ice of her expression was a glimpse of very human desire. It was doubtful she could taste the candy at all at that moment.

Wen Qiwu’s breathing hitched. Her sister likely didn’t realize how much that “begging for a kiss” look made her heart flutter. She leaned in and pecked Yun Heng’s pale lips. This wasn’t a reward; she just wanted to do it.

Yun Heng was stunned for a moment before she grew bold enough to return the kiss. The slight bitterness of the medicine was completely masked by sweetness and their mingled breath.

When they finally parted, Yun Heng’s previously pale lips were a lustrous, hydrated red. Wen Qiwu was the same. Resting against her sister’s chest, she murmured, “I’ll go buy some more later.”

Wen Qiwu was holding a paper bag of coconut milk candies, a local specialty Xiao Tong had given her. They were delicious. If her sister liked them, she should stock up. Who knew how long the medicine and the “sugar feeding” would last?

“I’ll go with you,” Yun Heng said immediately.

“Alright.” Wen Qiwu knew leaving alone would only worry her sister, just as she worried for her.

After the City Lord’s men had cleared the street vendors, Jiaoyue City looked much more normal. At least, people weren’t scurrying about as if they were being chased by ghosts.

Following Xiao Tong’s recommendation, they headed to an old shop in the east of the city. The owners were cultivators who followed the “Path of Food.” Their candies weren’t just treats; they were infused with spiritual energy, benefiting one’s cultivation while tasting as fresh as celestial fruit.

Wen Qiwu walked arm-in-arm with her sister. They found the shop, where a long line had already formed, the air thick with an enticing, sugary aroma.

Suddenly, a loud commotion broke out from the noodle shop next door. It was still the lunch rush, and the place was packed. The argument had spilled out to the tables on the sidewalk. Two young cultivators were shouting; one slammed his hand on the table, looking ready to strike.

The shop owner rushed out to mediate, terrified they would trash his shop. But the two were not reasonable men; they shoved the owner aside with such force that he flew several meters and crashed into the ground.

“Who do you think you are? Just a dog for that side, barking in Jiaoyue City! Haven’t you heard whose name carries the most weight here now? Even if I kill you right now, your master wouldn’t dare come looking for trouble!” One man drew a saber from his waist.

“Heh, an old relic the City Lord almost wiped out? You think you’re something special? ‘Greatest power,’ how laughable. When my Lord arrives, that old frog will be crawling on the ground, begging for mercy!” The other man countered, but he used a concealed weapon—a hidden dart that pierced the saber-user’s heart before he could react.

Screams erupted from the crowd. Someone shouted to call the City Lord’s manor, but the victor didn’t seem panicked at all. He casually straightened his clothes and sat back down to finish his noodles, as if the place he was going wasn’t a dungeon, but his own home.

Wen Qiwu caught the scent of blood in the air a familiar scent. Wait… that face?

The man lying in a pool of blood was staring upward, his eyes wide in a final look of disbelief. As his spiritual energy dissipated, the layer of disguise on his face vanished, revealing his true features.

Both Wen Qiwu and Yun Heng recognized him instantly. He was the black-hearted vendor they had caught that first day! The shopkeeper had said he was locked in the dungeon and facing a heavy sentence. So how was his corpse lying here on the street?

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