When the White Moonlight Holds the Script - Chapter 27.2

“What about compared to you? Compared to when you first started.”

“I’m different from all of you,” Luan Wu stated matter-of-factly after a brief pause. “I was born a monster. The first time I killed, I felt nothing. Breaking a person’s neck was no different to me than snapping a twig.”

She concluded, “So there’s no comparison.”

This was the first time Zhu Zhihan had heard Luan Wu describe herself.

And she had used the word “monster.”

Zhu Zhihan parted her lips, unsure how to respond. But Luan Wu had already moved past her, walking toward the senior disciples. “Come, let’s go comfort these frightened youngsters.”

Earlier, the disciples had been pretending to be injured, but now they were genuinely wounded.

Fortunately, they only suffered minor flesh wounds. There were still some of Zhu Zhihan’s blood-restoring pills left, which they shared. After taking them, their spirits and condition improved noticeably.

Luan Wu directed them to search the two corpses for storage pouches and any other valuables.

With a sweep of spiritual sense, the storage pouch became ownerless.

Upon probing inside, it was clear these two had either robbed some people or stumbled upon some good finds, the pouch was filled with plenty of spirit herbs and ores!

Wan Mengchen and the other two felt their wounded spirits healing.

“Is this what it means to create wealth with your own hands?” Wan Mengchen’s hands trembled.

“So the fastest way to make money in the secret realm is by preying on others,” the sixth junior brother murmured.

The senior brother nodded vigorously.

Zhu Zhihan: …

She felt out of place.

She quietly asked Luan Wu, curious, “Do you do this often?”

“No. High-level cultivators are mostly cunning, and low-level cultivators have meager possessions. Doing this isn’t very meaningful,” Luan Wu replied softly.

“But,” a hint of nostalgia flashed in Luan Wu’s eyes, “back then, we often did this.”

“Back then?”

“When we were your age.”

So it was a tradition passed down through the sect!

Zhu Zhihan couldn’t help but imagine scenes of their pitiful master taking Luan Wu and Tu Meng on training journeys, unable to find any treasures along the way! The master thought, “This won’t do,” and decisively initiated the cultivation world’s version of a scam.

No, no, she couldn’t tarnish the image of their master’s master.

Wan Mengchen inventoried the items in the storage pouch and reported to Luan Wu, “That’s about everything. Sect Master, would you like to take charge of it?”

Luan Wu took the storage pouch, paused, and turned to ask Zhu Zhihan, “Are you usually lucky?”

Caught off guard by the question, Zhu Zhihan stammered, “M-most of the time, yes.” Except for that last time in her previous life, she usually had good fortune never lacking spirit herbs or other resources during secret realm explorations.

Luan Wu nodded and placed the storage pouch in Zhu Zhihan’s palm. “Then I’ll entrust it to you.”

Zhu Zhihan had never believed in such mystical notions before, but after today’s events, she couldn’t help but accept it and took the pouch.

After handling the aftermath, Luan Wu said to Zhu Zhihan, “By the way, didn’t Tu Meng prepare a real blade for you?”

“Auntie said there’s no rush and that she’ll forge one for me later.”

Thinking back to the earlier incident, Zhu Zhihan still felt a bit embarrassed.

But then Luan Wu reached into her sleeve dimension and pulled out a long blade sheathed in its scabbard.

The scabbard was pitch black, inlaid with shimmering silver meteoric iron, dazzling like the Milky Way. Just by looking at the scabbard, one could imagine how extraordinary the blade inside must be.

The moment the blade was drawn, Wan Mengchen and the others fixed their gazes on it, unable to look away, any blade user would inevitably fall in love with this weapon.

Luan Wu handed the blade to Zhu Zhihan. “This is the blade I used in my youth. It handles quite well. You can use it.”

“When you later comprehend your own blade intent, I’ll take you to forge a blade that truly belongs to you.”

Zhu Zhihan was captivated the moment she laid eyes on the blade.

Holding her breath, she accepted it.

The blade Luan Wu used in her youth, it must hold special meaning for her.

Zhu Zhihan said earnestly, “I’ll take good care of it. What’s its name?”

“Blade name: Twilight Snow.”

Wan Mengchen and the others drooled with envy.

After resting for a while, the group set off again.

Over the next few days, they continued their plundering schemes, gradually becoming more adept at it.

Zhu Zhihan discovered that Luan Wu truly possessed a peculiar constitution, one even more extraordinary than her own Xuan Yin Body. It wasn’t for any other reason; they were being robbed far too frequently!

Generally speaking, being robbed in a secret realm should happen at most three or four times, right?

But whether it was because they looked too shabby and weak or for some other reason, in just a few days, they had experienced over a dozen robberies! One in the morning, another in the afternoon, and even one more during the night watch.

It was more punctual than clocking in for work.

It got to the point where Wan Mengchen couldn’t help but cast a suspicious glance at Luan Wu, wondering if the sect leader had hired accomplices.

Of course, whether from a logical standpoint or considering the financial state of their Blade Sect, this was impossible.

Still, there were plenty of benefits.

Through this unconventional method, they eventually grew rich. Spirit herbs and other materials, after passing from the unlucky gatherers to the robbers, ended up in their pockets.

Moreover, after these days of tempering, their reaction speed and combat experience had improved significantly.

They were almost on the verge of becoming seasoned experts in the cultivation world.

A few days later, as night fell.

Zhu Zhihan woke up, rubbed her eyes, and stepped out of the simple tent to take over the night watch from her sixth junior brother.

The sixth junior brother nodded at her and was about to leave when Zhu Zhihan called out to him.

“Little junior sister? Is there something else?” the sixth junior brother asked, puzzled.

Zhu Zhihan hesitated for a moment before asking, “On the day I returned from the Tianjing Sect, back then, you…”

The sixth junior brother understood what she meant and scratched his head, smiling. “That time? I really hadn’t figured some things out back then.”

“Have you figured them out now?”

The sixth junior brother fell silent for a moment.

He stood there, gazing at the quietly burning campfire, and after a long while, spoke.

“Senior Brother Wan has always been very decisive. Among us, he was the first to figure out what he wanted to do. Senior Brother has things he loves and is willing to devote time and effort to them.”

“They all have their own paths.”

“But me, I don’t have anything I’m particularly good at, and I don’t really enjoy learning the blade either. Usually, I just muddle along, lazy and unmotivated. When it really comes down to needing me, I can’t do anything, and I can’t even think of what I could do.”

“Look at the things you all are doing. Little junior sister, you know alchemy. Senior Brother can cultivate spirit plants. Third Senior Brother is in charge of selling. But me? I’m just too ordinary. I don’t even know where I fit in.”

Zhu Zhihan frowned. “That’s not true!”

The sixth junior brother shook his head. “No need to comfort me.”

He smiled. “I’ve had some thoughts these past few days. So what if I’m ordinary? Can ordinary people not live? Just wait, let me think a bit more.”

Zhu Zhihan looked at him.

He asked, “If I figure out the answer, will you support me, junior sister?”

Zhu Zhihan breathed a sigh of relief. “If it’s something that helps you, of course I’ll support you.”

“That’s good.”

The sixth junior brother ducked into the tent to rest.

By the campfire, only Zhu Zhihan remained. She rubbed her forehead.

In truth, she had been feeling uneasy these past two days, and today even more so.

According to her memories, in her previous life, a major incident had occurred midway through the Snow Mountain Secret Realm. That incident had directly led to her separation from the sect and her encounter with Bo Mingwei.

If she remembered correctly, that incident was set to happen tomorrow.

At that time, her cultivation level was too low to comprehend what was happening. All she remembered was a violent shaking of the earth and mountains, with hordes of monster’s deer-headed, human-bodied pouring from the edge of the snowy plains.

Then, it was as if she had fallen into an illusion, witnessing events that had never occurred. When she awoke again, she found herself in the forest, separated from her sect companions.

The Heavenly Dao forbade anyone from speaking of the future, making it difficult for her to explain this to Luan Wu and the others.

She sighed inwardly, thinking that with Luan Wu, a figure standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world by her side tomorrow, things should be fine.

Still, she needed to ensure her senior brothers held onto that rope-shaped magical artifact and stayed connected, just in case they truly got separated.

“What’s wrong?” From the high treetop, Luan Wu leaned back with closed eyes, meditating. Hearing her sigh, he asked.

Zhu Zhihan shook her head.

“It’s nothing, just a sense of unease.”

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