The Black Lotus Stole the White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 1

Bai An’an leaned against the roof beam, her slender, fair fingertips propping up her cheek, gazing down with a sense of listless boredom.

Her gaze fell upon the face of the person lying on the couch within the room.

A peerless beauty lay upon the couch.

The only regret was that the peerless beauty was fast asleep, her eyes tightly closed.

That face, even just looking at it, was dazzling.

One could imagine how breathtaking it would be when this beauty opened her eyes.

Bai An’an stared fixedly for a while, her expression inscrutable.

After a long time, she gracefully descended from the roof beam, the golden Soul-Devouring Bell on her black hair bun emitting a crisp tinkling sound.

Her red robes shimmered, and she walked barefoot with jade-like feet to the side of the beauty’s couch.

She sat by the beauty’s bedside, her dark eyes coldly watching the beauty’s otherworldly face, raising her hand, her slender fingers slowly landing on the beauty’s fragile neck.

With just a light touch, this delicate and beautiful peerless beauty would perish.

Bai An’an’s fingers gently caressed the beauty’s neck, then suddenly, her fingers tightened, grasping the beauty’s throat.

She lightly choked her, but the beauty remained unresponsive.

After a moment, Bai An’an curled her lips in boredom, her cold expression instantly transforming into a charming innocence.

She was exceptionally beautiful, with lively eyebrows and full lips.

Yet, she had a small, palm-sized face, a delicate chin, and chubby cheeks.

When she wasn’t smiling, her eyes were slightly upturned, haughty and aloof. When she smiled, her round eyes curved into crescent moons, sweet and lovely.

At this moment, she curved her eyebrows and eyes, gazing at the beauty on the couch with a smile, her voice soft: “Mu Tianyin, lying there like that is really boring.”

“I thought of a good idea, would you like to hear it?” She smiled, not at all worried that these words would be heard by the person on the couch. “Since your disciple wronged me, how about you compensate me with your true heart?”

“You are her master, you should be the one to pay.”

Speaking of which, she had no grudges against this peerless beauty. The one she held a grudge against was Mu Tianyin’s eldest disciple, Song Qiyu.

Ten years ago, to avoid the entanglement of the Demon Lord Youdu, Bai An’an specially created a puppet that resembled her true form.

The puppet carried one of her souls and one of her spirits, inheriting one-tenth of her appearance, and was considered a well-known little beauty in the remote Yueya Village.

The little beauty, with her incomplete soul, was simple and kind, and was deceived by Song Qiyu’s sincerity.

Bai An’an now gritted her teeth in hatred whenever she recalled that scoundrel’s hypocritical face.

Humans have three souls and six spirits.

The puppet carried one of her souls and one of her spirits.

One soul, Youjing, and one spirit, Queyin.

Both the soul and the spirit govern love, and coupled with Bai An’an erasing the puppet’s memory, the remaining soul and spirit fell into a slumber within her natal magic weapon, which is why she was easily deceived by that scumbag Song Qiyu.

Song Qiyu harbored a white moonlight in her heart, who was none other than her master, the number one master of the righteous path, the world’s most beautiful woman, Mu Tianyin.

Unfortunately, many years ago, Mu Tianyin was inadvertently plotted against by a demon from the demon realm, and had been sleeping ever since.

She was afflicted with the Heart-Devouring Gu of Xuandu, one of the ten demon lords of the demon realm, the Bl00d Demon.

The Heart-Devouring Gu, in mild cases, damages the foundation of cultivation, and in severe cases, leads to death.

The solution to this Gu was simple, requiring only the heart’s bl00d of a woman with the Xuanyin bloodline as a medicinal primer to lure out the mother worm.

As fate would have it, her puppet was the last descendant of the Xuanyin bloodline.

But the puppet was just a mortal, not even considered a person.

Taking the heart’s bl00d would result in certain death.

At the third watch of Yin time last night, her puppet was stabbed to death by Song Qiyu’s sword, and her soul and spirit directly merged, awakening her sleeping soul.

After Bai An’an woke up and absorbed all her memories, she was so angry that smoke nearly came out of her ears.

Bai An’an had transmigrated from a peaceful era to this cultivation world, walking a path of bloody storms, with many escape routes, and finally cultivated to the Nascent Soul realm. She never expected to fall into the hands of a mere scumbag in the early Golden Core realm.

The more she thought about it, the more indignant she became, clenching her teeth, the rouge at the corner of her eyes becoming even more glaringly red.

A demonic cultivator is always vengeful.

She wanted Song Qiyu’s life, and she didn’t plan to let Mu Tianyin go either.

It is said that to strike a snake, strike its seven-inch point. She thought of a brilliant idea, to first snatch away Song Qiyu’s white moonlight—

The more Bai An’an thought about it, the more amusing she found it, chuckling, the malice in her laughter undisguised.

After she had played enough, she would kill Song Qiyu to vent her anger.

Suddenly, her eyes moved, and she narrowed them, looking towards the door.

The city lord’s mansion’s bedroom door was pushed open, and one of the ten elders of Mingxin City, the Elder of Alchemy, walked in hurriedly.

Bai An’an stared at the cyan jade bottle in the old man’s hand, slowly narrowing her eyes.

That was it, her Xuanyin bl00d.

Presumably, that scoundrel Song Qiyu was standing outside the door at this moment, anxious.

Although Bai An’an was in a soul state at the moment, and ordinary people couldn’t see her, she still cautiously jumped back to the roof beam, looking down at the situation in the room.

She reached out and propped her chin, beginning to hesitate.

Would it be better to directly interrupt the Elder of Alchemy’s treatment and let Mu Tianyin die, or wait for her to wake up and then seduce her to anger Song Qiyu to death?

Bai An’an pondered for a long time, slowly pouting, and finally pursed her lips.

She took out a copper coin from her pocket, put her hands together, closed her eyes, and threw it up forcefully.

Directly interrupting the treatment, although clean and neat, would probably lead to immediate pursuit by the entire righteous path.

Seducing Mu Tianyin had too many variables, and she was afraid of trying to steal a chicken only to lose the bait.

Both plans had considerable risks.

In that case, let heaven decide!

With a ding, the copper coin landed on Bai An’an’s backhand.

She opened her eyes, looked down, and immediately raised a smile: “Not bad, not bad, a good omen! It seems that even the heavens support me in carrying out the second plan.”

Having made up her mind, she leisurely reclined on the roof beam, watching the show.

A few days later, the peerless beauty lying on the couch slowly woke up.

It wasn’t until the moment she opened her eyes that Bai An’an truly realized what was meant by the world’s most beautiful woman, what was meant by breathtaking beauty, what was meant by a face that could shame the moon and flowers.

Bai An’an was so mesmerized that she almost fell off the roof beam.

She barely steadied herself, grabbing the roof beam with both hands, staring at the beauty on the couch with wide eyes.

After a long time, Bai An’an clicked her tongue several times, unable to help but sigh in her heart.

Compared to Mu Tianyin, her puppet had indeed lost without injustice.

Such a celestial beauty was the first she had seen since her transmigration.

No wonder Song Qiyu abandoned the puppet and was devoted to her master.

But what to do when she was even angrier?

Bai An’an pouted, her expression very displeased.

She bent her fingers, hooked a strand of long hair at her temples, twirling it around, glancing at Mu Tianyin on the couch, and snorting coldly.

Outside the bedroom door, eldest senior sister Song Qiyu and junior senior brother Zhai Anyi had been standing for three days and three nights.

After the Elder of Alchemy left, they heard a clear and pleasant female voice from inside the bedroom, like a clear spring hitting jade.

“Come in.”

Song Qiyu and Zhai Anyi exchanged a look of surprise and joy, and hurriedly pushed the door open and entered the bedroom.

Lifting the crystal curtain, they saw the face they had been thinking about day and night.

Mu Tianyin was sitting in meditation, her hair, not held up by a crown, was as black as ink, cascading down.

Her skin was extremely fair, her eyebrows and eyes were faint, and she favored wearing white, her whole person seemed to be carved from jade, beautiful beyond reality.

Song Qiyu gazed at Mu Tianyin’s jade-like face, only at this moment daring to reveal a trace of emotion.

Mu Tianyin finished her meditation and opened her eyes, her tea-colored pupils, as clear as crystal, flowing with a formidable brilliance. Her gaze fell on Song Qiyu’s face, and she said lightly, “Song Qiyu, do you know your guilt?”

Caught off guard, Song Qiyu hurriedly withdrew her gaze. Hearing this, she was startled and couldn’t help but look up: “What did the disciple do wrong? I hope Master will instruct me.”

Mu Tianyin conjured a jade bottle, looking down at it, without raising her head, she said, “Xuanyin bl00d, where did it come from?”

Song Qiyu stared blankly at the jade bottle, thinking of Bai An’an, who had died tragically after having her heart’s bl00d extracted, and was momentarily speechless.

Standing beside her, Zhai Anyi heard this and immediately knelt on the ground with a thud: “Master, please don’t blame senior sister! It’s all my fault! It was me, it was me who begged senior sister to get the Xuanyin bl00d!”

Mu Tianyin remained unmoved, her eyebrows and eyes coldly glancing at her eldest disciple. Mu Tianyin cultivated the Path of Emotionlessness and rarely had emotional fluctuations.

Her junior disciple pleaded bitterly, but she didn’t even raise an eyebrow.

After a moment of stunned silence, Song Qiyu knelt and bowed: “Disciple was wrong, but disciple does not regret it.” After a pause, she gritted her teeth and said firmly, “Hurting Bai An’an, I do not regret! Saving Master, I regret even less!”

Mu Tianyin stood up, her white robes fluttering, her long skirt trailing on the ground.

She looked down at her, her tone inscrutable: “Do not regret? Song Qiyu, do you know what kind of karma you will bear for this action?”

Song Qiyu stood up straight: “The karma between disciple and Bai An’an, disciple will settle it personally!”

Mu Tianyin glanced at her, her eyes cold: “Forget it, go to the Back Mountain Cliff of Reflection. When you have thought it through, you can come out.”

The Cliff of Reflection was a place where disciples who had committed serious mistakes were sent.

Zhai Anyi couldn’t bear it: “Master! You are the master of the righteous path, the lord of a city, how can someone else’s life compare to yours! Senior sister was also considering the overall situation!”

The master of the righteous path?

Mu Tianyin slightly tilted her head, her long eyelashes, as black as crow feathers, drooping, casting a shadow on her eyelids.

Under the Heavenly Dao, all are ants.

What difference was there between her and the person with the Xuanyin bloodline who died unjustly?

Mu Tianyin sighed softly, waved her long sleeves, and swept the two disciples out of the door, transmitting her voice: “Immediately escort Song Qiyu to the Cliff of Reflection. Without my order, no one is allowed to let her leave!”

After speaking, she immediately felt a burning sensation in her lungs and suddenly vomited a mouthful of bl00d.

Mu Tianyin wiped the bl00d from the corner of her lips, her lips slightly twitching. She was at the critical stage of breaking through to the Distraction realm and had inadvertently been afflicted with the Heart-Devouring Gu.

Throughout her cultivation, Mu Tianyin had always believed that her Dao heart was firm, but she never expected that the Heart-Devouring Gu would create a crack in her Dao heart.

She gently stroked her chest, feeling a sense of stagnation since she woke up. It was the remaining Xuanyin bl00d, not yet fully dissipated, boiling in her body.

Song Qiyu wanted to repay the karma, and she, having received that person’s bl00d, also had to repay her karma.

What was her name? Bai An’an?

Mu Tianyin calculated with her fingers, her gaze falling into the void, lost in thought.