The Black Lotus Stole the White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 9
As the saying goes, “The Dao is one foot high, the Demon is ten feet high.”
Bai An’an, as a demon cultivator, always prepared several backup plans in the bloody and stormy Demon Realm.
So what if Mu Tianyin was the master of the righteous path?
As the saying goes, “Each profession has its own expertise,” and she especially liked to study these unorthodox and deviant things.
To be precise, Mu Tianyin might not even be as good as her.
Bai An’an smiled slightly, watching Mu Tianyin raise her finger and touch her forehead, slowly closing her eyes.
In the darkness, the lamplight was as small as a bean, illuminating a small area.
Bai An’an’s small body huddled under a rosewood round table, slightly tilting her head to observe the current environment.
Without a doubt, she had returned to when she was five or six years old.
She looked down at her hands, which were skin and bones, a child’s hands, but covered with thick calluses.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking of the unpleasant things in her memory, and secretly curled her lips.
Naturally, not everything she had said to Mu Tianyin before was false.
To guard against Mu Tianyin’s move, she had slightly embellished her childhood memories.
Didn’t she want to see who her father was?
She would show her everything, let her see it all.
In the next instant, the candlelight brightened.
Someone pushed open the room door and walked in gracefully.
The person’s footsteps were heavy, clearly just an ordinary person.
Bai An’an squatted under the table, hugging her thin self, her face expressionless.
Time had passed for too long, she had forgotten her weak self at this time. But she remembered her way of interacting with those people in the brothel.
The footsteps grew closer and closer, gradually stopping in front of the round wooden table.
“An’er, why are you hiding? You’re making it hard for mother to find you.” A charming voice, exactly like Bai An’an’s when she was grown, rang out.
Bai An’an’s heart skipped a beat, instinctively wanting to react with an attack, but remembering Mu Tianyin was watching her, she barely restrained herself.
She closed her eyes, hiding the impatient expression on her face, and a moment later, her little face was full of the fear of having done something wrong.
“An’er, if you don’t come out, mother will be angry.”
Bai An’an had the urge to roll her eyes upon hearing this.
Her cheap mother was a madwoman.
Bai An’an’s father was a demon, not a monster.
He had kidnapped her cheap mother from the human world, intending to play with her and then kill her. Unexpectedly, her cheap mother became pregnant with her.
What could a weak woman with no power do, carrying a demonic seed?
Although her cheap father was a scumbag (demon), he unexpectedly let the pregnant cheap mother go.
However, after her cheap mother gave birth to her, she had no means of survival.
She could only enter the Demon Realm’s sales pit, selling her body.
Bai An’an knew that she was born with original sin. It was lucky that her cheap mother didn’t strangle her in her cradle.
But being beaten from birth to adulthood made Bai An’an, who had been a precious darling to her parents before transmigrating, very conflicted.
On one hand, she knew her cheap mother was a victim, and it was understandable that she hated her.
But she couldn’t bear being treated as a punching bag, with her anger vented on her.
If she did anything slightly wrong, she would be seized and beaten.
After being beaten many times, she became smarter. When her mother was angry, she would find a place to hide.
But the brothel was so small, where could she hide?
After finishing her recollection, Bai An’an slowly crawled out.
She slowly raised her head, looking at her cheap mother standing in front of her.
Her cheap mother’s appearance was six parts similar to Bai An’an’s true form. In terms of looks, there was naturally nothing to criticize.
Bai An’an had only glanced once when she suddenly received a slap on her face.
She was stunned by the blow, her small body directly knocked to the ground, rolling several times.
Her body was malnourished all year round, her whole person skin and bones.
She was young, and it was only too normal to be sent flying by an adult woman’s slap.
She suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing fiercely, about to explode in anger. Suddenly remembering that Mu Tianyin was still observing her in some hidden corner, her eyes flickered.
After a pause, her big eyes immediately became wet, her small hands covering her cheeks, looking at her cheap mother in alarm, “Mother!”
Brothel women loved to wear bright clothes, and the woman loosely draped a light purple gauze dress, revealing vaguely slender, fair legs as she walked.
Her cheap mother walked up to her, looking down at her with a sullen face.
Bai An’an’s fingers pressed on the ground suddenly tightened, not out of fear, but wanting to tear her apart immediately.
But she couldn’t.
So, the fingers supporting her on the ground slowly relaxed again, looking at her in fear and unease, appearing to tremble in fright.
The woman in purple was completely unaware that she had walked through the gates of hell.
She looked down at the small child from above, slightly squatted down, and suddenly grabbed her hair, lifting her up.
Bai An’an immediately wanted to curse out loud in pain.
They always said yellow-haired girl.
At her age, and malnourished, wasn’t she just a yellow-haired girl?
The few hairs on her head were already sparse enough, and her cheap mother’s pull would surely lead to hair loss?
Her limbs kicked randomly in the air, deliberately struggling.
Mu Tianyin? Was she just watching her being beaten? Truly a hypocritical righteous person!
“Don’t move!” The woman’s voice was sharp, looking at her fiercely, “What kind of eyes are those?! If it weren’t for you, how could I be so miserable?!”
As she spoke, the woman’s free hand suddenly slapped over again.
Earlier, it could be said that she was beaten and rolled on the ground.
This time, she was really sent flying.
Bai An’an directly hit the bed railing next to her, her head hitting the wood, making a loud thud.
She lay on the ground, instantly bleeding profusely.
She became completely disoriented, bl00d flowing down from her head, along her eyebrows, and blurring her eyes.
Bai An’an lay on the ground, seeing her cheap mother’s pale face through the bl00d, slightly tugging at the corners of her mouth.
She remembered when this was.
At the age of six, her cheap mother lost control and almost gave her a concussion.
Anyway, she lay in bed for three full months before getting up.
She originally thought she was going to die so miserably, but her cheap mother used medicine to keep her alive, barely pulling her through.
Bai An’an both hated and feared her, sometimes she really wanted her to die.
Or, just end it all and be beaten to death by her.
It would be better than being tortured by her day after day, enduring her capriciousness.
She lay there weakly, seeing her cheap mother run out in a panic, her heart cold and unmoved.
Her hatred for her had long since vanished with her death.
Although she didn’t hate her, she didn’t love her either.
Bai An’an closed her eyes, turning her head, and saw a pair of embroidered shoes, white and spotless, appearing in front of her.
The person stood tall and jade-like, standing beside her, looking down at her.
The person was dressed in white, ethereal like a celestial being, their aura completely out of place in a brothel.
Mu Tianyin had actually been watching from the sidelines for a while, witnessing Bai An’an, who was completely defenseless, being violently beaten, but she didn’t intervene.
Because she knew that this was just a fragment of Bai An’an’s memory.
Even if she intervened, she couldn’t erase what had already happened.
Moreover, her sudden intervention might disrupt the other person’s memories.
However, when she saw the small child lying there, battered and bruised, silent and still, even though she knew she would be fine, she couldn’t help but worry and wanted to appear to examine her closely.
Her fingers gently touched Bai An’an’s tender shoulder, feeling the small body beneath her hand, surprisingly thin, skeletal to the touch.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers seemed to tremble as well.
A little healing wouldn’t hurt anything.
Mu Tianyin lowered her eyelashes, and the spiritual energy in her hands flowed into Bai An’an’s body.
Bai An’an, lying there, almost wanted to scoff.
She didn’t show up to stop the violence earlier, and now she’s pretending to be a good person.
Although Mu Tianyin’s body was frighteningly cold, her spiritual energy was warm and comforting.
The bl00d on her head gradually stopped, and the wound healed at a visible rate.
Bai An’an, having lost too much bl00d, was still dizzy.
Seeing the wound on her head gradually heal, Mu Tianyin stopped.
Since Bai An’an was fine, she didn’t want to meddle any further and turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, just as she took a step, her skirt was pulled by a small hand.
Bai An’an’s small hand grabbed her clean white skirt, her fingers black and thin, leaving bloodstains on the fabric.
Mu Tianyin looked down at the skirt, expressionlessly looking at her.
Bai An’an tried to open her eyes wide, her surprisingly large eyes wet, like an innocent fawn, pleading, “Fairy sister, don’t go!”
Seeing Mu Tianyin just silent and not leaving, she continued, “Am I dead? Is that why you’re here to take me to heaven?”
After saying that, she suddenly smiled, pure and innocent, “That’s great!”
Mu Tianyin looked down at her, her lips moved, and after a moment, she said, “You can see me?”
Bai An’an blinked in surprise, “Can’t I? An’er is dead, of course she can see fairy sister!”
Mu Tianyin thought for a moment, thinking that since Bai An’an was a hybrid of human and Dream Eater, it was reasonable for her to control the memories and dreams in her mind.
But being seen by her now, she didn’t know how to react.
Hasty footsteps sounded outside the door, and more than one person was coming.
Bai An’an’s face quickly turned pale, and she gripped Mu Tianyin’s skirt even tighter, looking up with a pitiful face, pleading, “Fairy sister, please, take An’er away?”
Bai An’an looked up, biting her lip, her whole body trembling.
Mu Tianyin looked down at her, silent.
••••
The woman in purple and an elderly doctor approached.
The woman in purple pushed open the door and her expression changed drastically, “An’er?”
A pool of bl00d on the carpet indicated a recent violent act. But the small child was nowhere to be found.
The woman in purple’s lips turned white, and she looked around, her face drained of color.
Bai An’an hugged Mu Tianyin’s neck, pretending to look around curiously, “Fairy sister, where are you taking me?”
Mu Tianyin was silent for a while, then slowly said, “I’m not a fairy sister.”
Bai An’an loudly retorted, “Yes, you are! You just flew with An’er!”
Mu Tianyin felt a headache; she didn’t know why she had impulsively taken the child away.
Perhaps she was confused by the details Bai An’an had said in the real world, which had no resemblance to her memories?
She didn’t know what to do with the child, so she could only reach out and touch her forehead, instantly returning to the real world.
Bai An’an suddenly opened her eyes, paused for a moment, blinked, and then smiled brightly at Mu Tianyin, “Senior sister!”
Mu Tianyin glanced at her silently, thinking of the battered child in the memory, and fell silent.
Bai An’an knew that Mu Tianyin must be very conflicted now; her childhood was definitely not as miserable as hers.
Since she wanted to see her memories, she would show her.
How many feelings start with pity and turn into love?
Bai An’an wanted to make Mu Tianyin sympathize with her and then love her.
She hid the glimmer in her eyes, raised her face, and looked innocent, “Senior sister, did you see my mother? Is she very beautiful?”
Bai An’an chattered, “My mother is the best to me! She never beats me and always leaves the best food for me—”
What is pitiful?
Not knowing one’s own misery is pitiful.
The best strategy is to attack the heart.