When the White Moonlight Holds the Script - Chapter 30.2

In death, she wouldn’t have to worry about anything anymore.

Choices, responsibilities, none of it would be her burden.

Su Chaya closed her eyes and offered her neck, ready for the strike resistance was meaningless against such an overwhelming disparity in strength.

But the blade never fell.

Surprised, she opened her eyes.

The woman lowered her blade, the tip trembling slightly, her brow furrowed in what seemed like frustration as she glared at the string of prayer beads on her right wrist.

Then, the woman lifted her gaze to Su Chaya and flicked her sleeve.

A gust of fierce wind sent Su Chaya tumbling to the side, crashing against the cave wall.

“Ugh!”

The impact wasn’t particularly severe, but due to her earlier injuries, Su Chaya found herself unable to get up. She could only watch helplessly as Luan Wu walked to the formation, raised her blade, and brought it down.

It didn’t break.

The formation itself had a defensive mechanism when it was set up, so breaking through it wasn’t that easy.

Su Chaya let out a slight sigh of relief.

Faint footsteps could be heard from outside.

Su Chaya looked up and saw a girl with snow-white hair standing at the entrance of the cave.

Over there, Zhu Zhihan and her senior brothers had finally found the cave.

“To avoid a total loss, I’ll go in first,” Zhu Zhihan said. “Senior brothers, wait for half a moment. If there’s no movement from me by then, come to my aid.”

Wan Mengchen frowned first. “It’s a plan, but at least take one more person with you, junior sister.”

The sixth junior brother also chimed in, “Yes! It’s too dangerous inside.”

Zhu Zhihan shook her head, her tone firm. “I alone am enough.”

It wasn’t that she was particularly adventurous or self-sacrificing, but she had a vague feeling that this matter might be related to Luan Wu’s secret and wasn’t suitable for others to know.

The sixth junior brother wanted to persuade her further, but Wan Mengchen sensed something and pulled him back, shaking his head.

Zhu Zhihan smiled. “Senior Brother Wan understands me.”

With that, she turned and walked into the cave.

The cave was pitch black, so Zhu Zhihan used her spiritual power to ignite a flame for light, allowing her to proceed.

The deeper she went, the stronger her unease grew.

Would Luan Wu be inside? Was there a signal?

What was hidden behind the sudden earth fissure that had started and then stopped?

She continued until she reached the final chamber.

Extinguishing the flame technique, Zhu Zhihan felt a chill in her heart and stepped inside.

There was no need for illumination. The jade stone in the center emitted a phosphorescent green light, illuminating every detail in the cave clearly.

The place was in complete disarray, with bloodstains and signs of struggle everywhere. Many people lay on the ground, and a humanoid monster with long horns had been decapitated.

The gentle young clan leader, whom she had met once before, was also there, lying on the ground and still breathing.

But none of this shocked her as much as the sight of that familiar figure.

Her master stood calmly in front of the jade stone, the only person still standing in the entire cave.

“Young lady…”

Su Chaya, the young clan leader of the Deer Cloud Clan, lay weakly on the ground and explained the situation to her, emphasizing the importance of the jade stone and pleading with her to stop Luan Wu.

She:…

Zhu Zhihan felt her mind go blank.

Master!!! This is no longer a question of whether we can afford to compensate!

If this is shattered, our entire Blade Sect will become the target of the entire cultivation world, scorned by everyone!

Earlier, she had worried whether there was some conspiracy, whether her master might have met with misfortune.

Now it seemed she had completely overthought it.

Luan Wu was hardly the kind of pitiful little cabbage who could be easily harmed!

Look at that demon who had been spouting nonsense. Before Luan Wu arrived, it had threatened to kill Su Chaya and annihilate the Deer Cloud Clan, acting like a full-fledged villain.

After Luan Wu arrived, it was defeated in three seconds, tragically decapitated, and the villain’s crown was handed over to someone else!

Truly, Luan Wu.

In such a short time, she had so successfully drawn all the hatred onto herself.

“Please believe that my master’s current actions are not of her own will,” Zhu Zhihan said, helping Su Chaya up and feeding her a few healing pills, offering a dry explanation. “She might be a bit agitated because she despises demons so much, haha.”

Su Chaya managed a difficult smile, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Zhu Zhihan didn’t believe it herself either.

Jokes aside, she could also tell that Luan Wu’s current state was off.

Was it because of the demonic energy from before? Did the demonic energy have such a deep impact on Luan Wu?

“This array stone seals the rift to the demon realm below, doesn’t it? Does Luan Wu want to go there? Why?”

Looking at Luan Wu’s state, she finally felt the gravity of the situation.

If the usual Luan Wu still had vulnerabilities and could be reasoned with, the current Luan Wu was nothing short of indestructible and impervious to persuasion.

Zhu Zhihan tentatively took two steps forward. Luan Wu tilted her head slightly, casting a cold gaze her way.

She had no doubt that if she took a few more steps, whether as a disciple or a collaborator, Luan Wu would show no mercy.

What to do?

Just then, a mechanical voice echoed in Zhu Zhihan’s ears.

[Host, do you need to restore the mission target’s sanity?]

Zhu Zhihan was slightly taken aback. “You have a way?”

Miss System is truly remarkable!

Miss System replied with restraint, [By chance, I happen to know. Here’s what you do…]

Su Chaya watched as Luan Wu reacted the same way even to her disciple, the light in her eyes gradually dimming. But then, she heard the silver-haired girl say, “Can you buy me a moment to get closer to her?”

Su Chaya hesitated briefly before nodding.

Earlier, Zhu Zhihan had fed her a few pills, restoring a fraction of her spiritual power.

“But once you’re close, your safety. I…”

Zhu Zhihan replied, “I know.”

Seeing Zhu Zhihan’s resolve, Su Chaya didn’t press further.

Wasn’t she herself gambling too?

Having reached an understanding, Zhu Zhihan looked at the tall, cold figure standing with her blade and couldn’t help but feel a flicker of amusement.

Were they taking advantage of Luan Wu’s current muddled state to conspire openly?

She silently recited the incantation the system had taught her, afraid she might forget it in the heat of the moment. Exhaling softly, she thought, My unreliable master, now I’m risking it all for you.

If I fail, I hope you’ll show me a little mercy.

With that thought, Zhu Zhihan signaled with a gesture. Su Chaya formed hand seals, momentarily halting Luan Wu’s movements.

Zhu Zhihan dashed over, swiftly grabbing the Buddhist prayer beads on Luan Wu’s wrist while chanting the incantation, the one the system had just taught her.

At the first syllable, Luan Wu furrowed her brow in pain, trying to shake Zhu Zhihan off.

Su Chaya managed to restrain Luan Wu for a moment, but it wasn’t enough.

Luan Wu’s strength was immense. Zhu Zhihan, fighting with all her might, clung tightly to Luan Wu in that position.

Luan Wu: !

Seemingly startled by this unexpected move, her struggles lessened slightly.

Zhu Zhihan held tightly to the woman’s waist.

Perhaps due to extreme tension, her mind went blank in that moment, entering a strange state of clarity. The incantation flowed from her lips without hindrance.

“…duo.”

She uttered the final syllable of the incantation.

Luan Wu let out a muffled groan.

But things didn’t go as smoothly as she had hoped. Likely due to the pain, Luan Wu’s spiritual power surged uncontrollably, whipping up a fierce gale.

Zhu Zhihan had to hold on tightly to avoid being thrown against the mountain wall. Even so, the wind scraped painfully against her cheeks.

“Clatter—”

The prayer beads suddenly scattered, falling to the ground.

The gale ceased.

Zhu Zhihan’s heart sank abruptly.

She felt a gaze from above, fixed on her.

A chilling sensation crept into her heart.

Will I be killed? For a moment, such thoughts flooded her mind.

But she didn’t let go.

“You carry the intent of my blade.”

A deep voice spoke, tinged with confusion.

Because they were pressed so close together, Zhu Zhihan could even feel the vibrations in the other’s chest as she spoke.

Was this a question? Should she answer it?

And if she did, would it provoke the other’s ferocity?

Just as she hesitated, the scattered prayer beads on the ground suddenly trembled.

“Whoosh!”

They shot back abruptly, as if pulled by an invisible thread, reattaching themselves to Luan Wu’s wrist.

At that moment, Zhu Zhihan’s mind buzzed with a faint, lingering hum of Buddhist chants.

When she regained her senses,

she heard a very soft voice from above: “It’s done.”

It’s done?

Zhu Zhihan was dazed for a moment before she realized this was the kind of thing Luan Wu would say in her normal state.

So, did that mean it was successful?

Her tense, rigid body relaxed, and her dulled senses returned.

Zhu Zhihan caught the scent of sandalwood again, seemingly everywhere.

Suddenly, she became aware of the position she and Luan Wu were in.

Inappropriately, the images she had seen in the illusion resurfaced in her mind.

Back then, they had been just as close, close enough to smell the cool, clear sandalwood scent on Luan Wu. Their skin had touched, and beneath the fabric, the sensation had been soft.

Her mind went blank with a roar.

“No, I…”

Her cheeks burning, she let go as if scalded, taking two awkward steps back, not daring to even look at the other person.

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