The Black Lotus Stole the White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 23
Her fingers paused slightly, and she listened carefully to the movement inside the room. The usual painful groans were not heard, and it was as quiet as the night outside.
Mu Tianyin’s eyelashes fluttered, her fingers on the door curled up, and after a moment of silence, she withdrew her hand and turned to her own bedroom.
Bai An’an was completely unaware that her carelessness almost exposed her to Mu Tianyin.
At this time, she followed the soul fragrance from the day and accurately entered Song Qiyu’s sea of consciousness.
At first, she was able to create dreams by relying on the drop of Xuanyin bl00d in Mu Tianyin’s heart, combined with the soul fragrance that amplified the desires of the human heart a thousand times, barely allowing Mu Tianyin, who cultivated the Path of Emotionlessness, to put her slightly in her heart.
Fortunately, the part about the puppet and Song Qiyu was personally experienced by Song Qiyu.
Then the soul fragrance she released during the day came in handy.
Under the effect of the soul fragrance, as long as there was a trace of regret in her heart, it would be amplified a thousand times.
But at the same time, her love for Mu Tianyin would also be infinitely amplified.
Bai An’an rolled her eyes and smiled indifferently.
In this world, there are two kinds of feelings that are hard to let go of. One is unattainable, and the other is what you once had.
For Song Qiyu, which one is more painful?
Bai An’an narrowed her eyes, a hint of genuine malice flashing in her eyes. She thought either one was pretty good.
Song Qiyu couldn’t get Mu Tianyin, which was perfect. When she left the forbidden area and saw her beloved master doting on the new junior sister, the scene would be very interesting.
If she regretted killing the puppet and really went to find her reincarnation as she said—
Bai An’an almost laughed out loud at the thought of that scene.
Remembering that she was still in someone else’s sea of consciousness, she couldn’t be too excessive, so she barely suppressed her emotions and looked around carefully.
Cultivators rarely dream.
That night, Song Qiyu didn’t know why, but she was restless.
At night, she even dreamed of things from a long time ago when she first came to the mountain.
She was an orphan, picked up by her master during her travels and brought back to the mountain to raise.
It was a snowy day, and her master came with the wind and snow, her eyes filled with white snow.
But from then on, this cold white snow entered her eyes and heart.
Her master didn’t care about her life or death. She didn’t know how to teach disciples, let alone have the patience.
She listened to the stories of Mu Tianyin slaying demons and admired her secretly as she grew up.
Later, she stood out among thousands of disciples and successfully became her disciple.
She hoped that Mu Tianyin would look at her, but she didn’t.
She was the snow on the top of the mountain, the moon in the sky, unattainable. She was someone she could never touch.
She wasn’t even her only disciple.
Later, she accepted another disciple, and then a junior brother.
She knew that her sincerity was destined to be in vain. So she gradually gave up.
She put her in the deepest part of her heart, not thinking about it, as if she didn’t exist. Hundreds of years passed, and she thought she had really forgotten. To stay away from that person, she took the initiative to travel.
Scenes of another person’s infatuation with Mu Tianyin appeared before Bai An’an like a revolving lantern.
Bai An’an watched coldly, yawned boredly, and covered her mouth, her eyes filled with tears, feeling very bored.
It was just falling in love with a woman.
Seeing Song Qiyu’s timid and cowardly appearance, she was really useless.
If it was someone she liked, she would naturally use all means to get her. If she couldn’t come hard, wouldn’t she come soft?
She even summarized Song Qiyu’s experience: “Extremely stupid.”
Seeing the time in Song Qiyu’s dream world pass by, she estimated that it was almost her turn.
Just as she thought, she saw a graceful green figure appear in Song Qiyu’s sight.
Seeing the puppet where her soul once resided in someone else’s dream was really weird.
Bai An’an watched boredly, witnessing the puppet and Song Qiyu meet and fall in love. Staring at the puppet’s smiling face, she couldn’t help but have a thought.
Without Song Qiyu’s action, she wanted to kill her puppet. It was too stupid to look at!
This was Song Qiyu’s dream, and although Bai An’an couldn’t make big changes, it was no problem to make small changes.
Seeing that Song Qiyu received a message from her junior brother and was about to kill the puppet,
Bai An’an’s eyes flickered, and she directly destroyed the puppet in her dream, then transformed into the puppet’s appearance and appeared in the bedroom.
Song Qiyu read the letter, returned to her room with a heavy heart, and saw Bai An’an sitting obediently on the couch, a shadow passing through her heart.
“An’an, I’m sorry…” Song Qiyu took a few steps closer, her fingers falling on Bai An’an’s shoulder.
Bai An’an endured the urge to kill, looking up pitifully, “Qiyu, I have a secret I haven’t told you.”
As she spoke, she got up from the couch, turned to the window, turned slightly, and said surprisingly, “I’m not a mortal.”
This was something that had never happened in the real world, and Song Qiyu was confused by this unexpected development in her dream.
Bai An’an quickly continued, “I know your master is poisoned, and only my heart bl00d can save her.”
Bai An’an dropped two bombs in a row, not giving Song Qiyu any time to think.
“She is your master. With our relationship, how can I stand by and watch her die?” Bai An’an smiled, smiling very understandingly, “Why don’t we go back now, lest things get worse?”
Song Qiyu stared at her blankly, stammering, “An’an, I’m sorry…”
The killing intent in her heart was unknowingly dispelled by Bai An’an’s words.
Bai An’an was not a mortal. Taking her heart bl00d, although it would cause her pain, would not harm her life.
Everything in the dream had an ending completely opposite to the real world.
Bai An’an accompanied Song Qiyu to see ‘Mu Tianyin’.
Then, under the witness of ‘Mu Tianyin’, they became Dao companions.
Song Qiyu felt that with someone to accompany her for life, she could really let go of the white moonlight in her heart.
They spent hundreds of years together until they were both old.
Song Qiyu held Bai An’an’s hand, her old face filled with satisfaction.
Bai An’an sat next to Song Qiyu, turned her face slightly, and whispered, “Qiyu, do you regret it?”
Song Qiyu barely opened her eyes, confused, “Regret what?”
Bai An’an’s mouth turned down slightly, coldly saying, “Regret killing me.”
Song Qiyu opened her mouth slightly, her face full of shock.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back in Yueya Village.
She held the long sword given to her by her master, stabbing Bai An’an’s chest.
Bai An’an lay on the ground, bl00d spreading under her. Her face was pale, and she stared at her, “Song Qiyu, why!”
Song Qiyu let go, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang.
What did she do?
Which one was real? Which one was fake?
The green-clad girl lying on the ground was still asking her if she regretted it.
Song Qiyu covered her head, feeling the world spinning, as if she had stepped into the air and fell into an abyss.
The next second, she woke up.
When she woke up, it was still dark.
Everything was silent, only the rustling of insects around.
The cold moonlight shone down, falling on her.
She sat quietly on the empty cliff, thinking of the flowers in the dream, compared with the reality, she suddenly felt a trace of loss.
If she hadn’t killed An’an, could they really grow old together like in the dream?
She thought she would never dream of Bai An’an again—
But everything in the dream was vivid.
Song Qiyu sat blankly, her thoughts drifting away.
She asked her if she regretted it?
Her fingers clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white.
She naturally didn’t regret it, and couldn’t regret it.
When Bai An’an returned to the bedroom, the sky was already turning white.
She got up from the bed, thinking of Song Qiyu’s stubborn appearance, the more she thought about it, the happier she became.
Let her be stubborn, let’s see how long she can endure.
She would let Song Qiyu discover that this was just the beginning.
She would let her see how stark the contrast between dream and reality was, making her wish she could die on the spot.
Although Bai An’an was busy all night, she was busy teasing people and had no intention of sleeping. Since she couldn’t sleep, she put on her clothes and got up, intending to take a stroll in the courtyard.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door, she saw a door god standing outside.
Mu Tianyin, dressed in white, stood there tall and straight, seemingly having stood there for some time.
Bai An’an was immediately stunned, something flashing through her eyes quickly. She blinked and smiled slowly, “Master, when did you come back? You didn’t even tell An’er.”
Mu Tianyin frowned, looking her up and down, making Bai An’an’s palms sweat.
“You’re up quite early.” Mu Tianyin looked at her, seemingly smiling.
Bai An’an said cautiously, “An’er doesn’t dare to slack off, so I’m learning from the other senior brothers and sisters, getting up early and practicing. Only then will I not disappoint Master’s teachings.”
Mu Tianyin glanced at her and said slowly, “You are indeed diligent.”
Bai An’an lowered her eyes and smiled shyly, “An’er still has a lot to learn.” As she spoke, she changed the subject, “Master, did you just come back? Do you want to rest first?”
Mu Tianyin didn’t speak, staring at her for a long time.
Although Bai An’an lowered her head, she could feel the burning gaze coming from above.
Her heart was pounding, and she tried to recall where she had made a mistake. Could it be that Mu Tianyin came back early and found something strange in her room?
After a while, Mu Tianyin finally looked away, turned sideways, and said in a calm voice, “Since you’re up, go have breakfast first.”
Bai An’an smiled and followed Mu Tianyin into the kitchen, feeling anxious.
She was confused and her mind was a mess.
Did Mu Tianyin find anything?
If she did, why didn’t she question her? If she didn’t, why was she acting so strange?
She chewed on the meat bun absentmindedly, tasting nothing, and occasionally looked up at Mu Tianyin.
As she was about to finish the last bite of the bun, Mu Tianyin took a sip of tea, her tea-colored eyes turned slightly to her face, and she said casually, “Where did you go just now?”
Bai An’an choked on the bun, unable to swallow it. She patted her chest, coughing painfully, and glared at Mu Tianyin.
Damn it!
So she wasn’t clueless, she was settling accounts after the fact!
What a cunning and vicious Mu Tianyin!