He Transmigrated Into The Body Of A Demonic Sect Leader And Fell In Love With The Male Lead - Chapter 9

The sky grew faintly bright as the dark guard stepped into the room.

“Have you found anything?” Lu Fenghuo asked.

The dark guard dropped to one knee, his tone respectful. “According to my investigation, last night’s group of death squads appears to have been dispatched by the Mysterious Moon Sect.”

“The Mysterious Moon Sect?”

Lu Fenghuo paused in confusion.

Isn’t the Mysterious Moon Sect supposed to be an upright, righteous sect?

If he remembered correctly, that Xu Ziwei fellow they encountered back at the Dragon Chant Stronghold was the young master of the Mysterious Moon Sect. Xu Ziwei was rather naive and sheltered, which meant the sect protected him very well.

Logically speaking, the Mysterious Moon Sect should not resort to such tactics.

Although Lu Fenghuo was the author of this book, he did not know every single detail by heart.

Take the present situation, for instance. He had no idea that his protagonist had once been hunted down and left completely devoid of martial arts, nor did he know who the mastermind behind it all was.

“Yes. Three months ago, the Mysterious Moon Sect issued an execution decree, dispatching all sect disciples to hunt down Young Master Song at any cost. At the time, Nanyin completely sealed its gates, and the common folk lived in constant fear.” The dark guard handed over a stack of documents.

It was indeed the execution decree issued by the Mysterious Moon Sect.

The portrait on the paper was undoubtedly Song Jiu.

This was certainly bizarre.

As the creator of these characters, he knew his creations best.

Song Jiu would never commit any heinous or wicked deeds.

So why would the Mysterious Moon Sect issue an execution decree against him?

Lu Fenghuo remained in the dark.

The matter clearly required a deeper investigation.

The silver lining, however, was encouraging.

Song Jiu had agreed to travel alongside him and head toward the Mysterious Moon Sect. This arrangement would at least ensure the protagonist’s safety while allowing them to investigate what was truly happening within the sect.

With an extra person joining their ranks, the demonic monk showed no particular reaction, and his young apprentice seemed equally indifferent.

The trio of travelers thus became a quartet.

When Song Jiu stepped outside, he wore a white mask. The snow-white fox mask possessed a cunning and lively aura, completely concealing his breathtaking, otherworldly face.

The journey proceeded smoothly enough.

Half a month later, they arrived in Nanyin.

This territory belonged entirely to the Mysterious Moon Sect.

Lu Fenghuo and his companions naturally sought out an inn to settle in first.

An elder of the Mysterious Moon Sect was holding a golden-basin hand-washing ceremony, prompting martial artists from all directions to rush over. Consequently, the area became exceptionally bustling, leaving every inn packed to capacity.

Fu Yunming had chosen to come here precisely because of the dense gathering of martial arts experts.

He wanted to see if any members of the Heartless Sect might show up.

Lu Fenghuo, on the other hand, remained rather carefree.

Since they were traveling purely for pleasure, any place was as good as another.

Sauntering back from the street after purchasing a variety of trinkets, Lu Fenghuo returned to the inn and settled down with a handful of melon seeds to eavesdrop on a group of wandering swordsmen nearby.

“It is that fellow, the one who emerged out of nowhere two years ago and suddenly shot onto the Earth Rank. Nobody knows who he is, completely shrouded in mystery.”

“You mean that purple-robed swordsman, right? He is ranked third on the Earth Rank now, surpassing even the Gu master from Miao Jiang. Heaven knows what he has been up to. Does anyone here actually know him?”

“I think his name is something like Lu Fenghuo, right?”

Lu Fenghuo, currently sitting nearby in purple robes:

Should he excuse himself?

Lu Fenghuo turned to leave.

Unfortunately, his heightened senses caught their conversation with crystal clarity.

“Who on earth knows him? But it really is strange! Two years have passed, and that purple-robed swordsman has not made a single public sound. Exactly where has he been hiding?”

Lu Fenghuo:

Thank you, I live in a remote mountain ravine.

“If the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion’s rankings did not strictly limit each name to a single individual, I would have thought some legendary senior was hiding their identity just to wander the mortal realm!”

Lu Fenghuo:

Thank you, it really is just an alternate account.

“The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion’s rankings have always been fair. We trust the grand elders of the pavilion, which is why nobody questioned it. If not for that, everyone would suspect whether this Lu Fenghuo bribed the elders just to get through the back door, haha!”

Lu Fenghuo:

I suspect it myself!

It wasn’t until he walked some distance away that Lu Fenghuo finally relaxed.

He secretly resolved never to wear purple tomorrow.

As he reached the third floor, he suddenly caught sight of his young apprentice’s back.

Over the past two years, Shen Yuansi had grown considerably taller, now reaching the level of Lu Fenghuo’s eyebrows. His features had grown increasingly striking, accented by a brownish-red tear mole at the outer corner of his eye that lent him an air of ethereal purity.

Standing there quietly, he looked like a living painting.

Dressed in green robes with dark hair, Shen Yuansi stood in the corridor, gazing downward in deep thought.

He turned around.

Suddenly, a pitch-black figure dropped headfirst from above, wearing a ferocious ghost mask. A long, scarlet paper tongue dangled from the mask, stretching all the way down to the floor.

Shen Yuansi:

Such a familiar aesthetic style.

To his own surprise, he did not even feel shocked.

After a moment of silent contemplation, Shen Yuansi stated in a completely flat, emotionless tone, “Ah, how terrifying.”

Lu Fenghuo:

Not a shred of a sense of achievement.

Swinging down from the railing, Lu Fenghuo pulled off the ghost mask.

“Did Master have an enjoyable time out today?” Shen Yuansi asked.

“Not bad,” Lu Fenghuo replied in a satisfied tone.

Shen Yuansi offered a faint smile.

Pondering for a moment, Lu Fenghuo asked softly, “Have you encountered any difficult problems lately, my obedient disciple? You always seem so gloomy. Tell me about it, and perhaps your master can help you resolve it.”

Could Liu Dongnian have shown up again?

Why hadn’t he spotted the guy?

Shen Yuansi had been acting this way ever since they left the Fortune Inn.

Hearing this question, Shen Yuansi’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

How could he possibly dare…

How could he ever dare to speak it aloud?

Ever since they departed the Fortune Inn, his master’s gaze had been entirely fixed on someone else.

His master seemed to genuinely like that person.

Ever since his entire family was slaughtered and he lost everything, Shen Yuansi had possessed only this single master. He had grown accustomed to his master’s constant company, accustomed to holding his master’s undivided attention.

Yet now, another person had suddenly appeared.

And all of his master’s attention had shifted entirely to that newcomer.

Shen Yuansi felt a profound sense of helplessness.

He constantly felt as though his master was being snatched away.

Shen Yuansi tightened his grip on his light green robes, as if trying desperately to hold onto the person before him. Ultimately, however, he relaxed his fingers and offered his usual smile. “Disciple has no troubles at all.”

Lu Fenghuo:

Did he misread the situation?

Still, since Shen Yuansi insisted nothing was wrong, there probably weren’t any major issues.

What they should look forward to next was likely the hand-washing ceremony two days from now.

Word had it that the presiding figure was the First Elder of the Mysterious Moon Sect, whose surname was Jiang.

Elder Jiang was already past fifty years of age.

Clad in flowing white robes, he stood within the courtyard of a simple residence. A gentle breeze swept through, fluttering a few strands of black-and-white mixed hair as a warm smile graced his face.

He turned around.

A woman dressed in a light lotus-pink gown looked on with gentle eyes, smiling softly as she gazed down at the swaddling clothes in her arms.

A fortune-teller had once told Elder Jiang that he was fated to have no children throughout his life. True to the prophecy, he had remained childless for all these years. Yet now, as he neared the twilight of his life, he had been blessed with such a precious child.

Gaining a child in his old age.

Elder Jiang was overwhelmed with joy.

Walking over to peer at the soft, rosy little bundle tucked inside the swaddling clothes, Elder Jiang felt his heart melt entirely.

In two more days, the little one would reach his full-month milestone.

Over these past few days, gazing at this fragile young life, Elder Jiang often fell into deep reflection. Having drifted through the martial world for thirty years, his hands were stained with more than a fair share of blood.

The blood of the elderly, and even the blood of children.

The more affection he felt for this little bundle, the more remorseful Elder Jiang became.

Remorse that verged on guilt, anxiety, and outright terror.

He constantly worried that heaven might see his hands stained with blood and decide to snatch this child away from him.

Elder Jiang had accumulated quite a few enemies over the years.

If he continued his old, unbridled ways, he feared his enemies might track him down and bring harm to the child.

After tossing and turning through countless sleepless nights, Elder Jiang finally made up his mind to wash his hands in the golden basin.

From this day forward, he would withdraw from the Jianghu and retire to some picturesque sanctuary.

That was the safest path.

Elder Jiang had scheduled the golden basin ceremony precisely on the child’s full-month mark, presenting it as his ultimate gift to the little one. Gazing at the peaceful, sleeping face of the child, a tenderness bloomed across his features that he himself wasn’t even aware of.

Thus, his anticipation for the upcoming ceremony grew stronger by the day.