The White Moonlight Disdained by the Male Protagonist of Redemption - Chapter 25.1

Ning Yao returned to Luoxiang Mountain as if it were second nature.

On the way, she pondered how to initiate a deep and meaningful conversation. But the closer she got to the mountain gate, a strange sense of homesickness crept in, and her thoughts started to drift.

After all, Luoxiang Mountain was an ancestral property and the only one at that. Should she negotiate with the mountain god? Politely ask if he’d be willing to move somewhere else?

But then again, he just gave her a huge gift. Wouldn’t it be rude to immediately ask for more?

On the other hand, she’s the mountain master. He’s been living here rent-free for ten thousand years and hasn’t paid a single copper coin.

But he’s a mountain god! Does that mean he’s the lord of all mountains?

No, that’s not right. She’s the God of Fortune, but it’s not like she hogs all the world’s luck for herself. It’s just management—everyone has their share of duties.

Unconsciously, she arrived at Muyu Pond.

Seeing the steam floating above the water, Ning Yao raised an eyebrow: When did Muyu Pond turn into a hot spring?

She tested the water. It was actually pretty hot.

She continued up the mountain, admiring the flowers and trees along the way, feeling comforted: “This mountain god is clearly a tidy person. Look at this upkeep—it’s so much better than the mess it was when we lived here. Even the dogs hated it back then.”

When she reached the mountain peak, things started getting strange.

Ning Yao walked around each house. The layout and furnishings hadn’t changed at all—not even slightly. So, if the mountain god lives here, how come he didn’t tear down all this junk? Where does he sleep?

Puzzled, she entered the room that had belonged to her eldest senior sister.

To her, the past ten thousand years had felt like a dreamless nap. She woke up to a changed world, but she still remembered everything before she slept.

Her last memory was of her senior sister brushing her hair. She had been wearing a rare red dress, while her sister, who was usually the more flamboyant, was dressed modestly.

Well… she didn’t have her own dressing mirror, so it was normal to get ready in her sister’s room.

But why she dressed up that day… she couldn’t recall. Probably not important.

Now, the wooden comb was still on the dressing table—exactly where her sister had left it. Even the tea tray still held a cold leftover tea.

It didn’t feel like ten thousand years had passed at all.

Ning Yao left her sister’s room and headed toward her own—the Mountain Master’s chamber.

As soon as she entered, finally, something different.

She walked up and knocked on a large pile of boxes filling half the hall. “When did all these chests show up? ”She muttered,” ‘Made of redwood, too. Fancy.”

The boxes weren’t locked. She casually lifted the lid of one—and froze in place.

Gold.

The entire chest was filled with gold nuggets—shimmering, heavy, dazzling. Just one piece could rival the lifetime savings of her family over three generations.

So… all these boxes were filled with gold?

She carefully replaced the lid and, unable to resist, opened the top box in another stack.

Pearls.

Not just any pearls—high-grade ones. Pearls were graded by luster, roundness, and size. Her family may have been poor, but she had seen her share of treasures from the wealthy sects. Even the Xuanyue Sect once boasted a prized northern silver pearl. But the ones in this chest? Every single one was bigger and shinier than that treasure.

And this was a whole chest of them.

If just these two were like this, what about the dozens of others?

Ning Yao was indignant. She punched the air in frustration, scolding the air: “This mountain god has no sense of security! Leaving all this out in the open without even locking it! ”

Thankfully he ran into her, someone honest and upright. If it had been someone less principled, a few items could’ve gone missing and he’d never even know.

Fine, she’d guard it for him. When he came back, she’d make sure to give him a good lecture about home security.

Meanwhile, Feng Jingzhuo had just arrived at the foot of Mount Wu.

He looked up at the towering peaks and frowned slightly.

All the mountains of the world resonated with him. He was aware of every soul that walked in them, every trace left behind.

Someone had gone up to Luoxiang Mountain. That wasn’t the issue. The problem was—this person had entered the Mountain Master’s chamber and even touched Yao Yao’s chest.

Feng Jingzhuo lowered his gaze.

If it were Yao Yao, she’d surely be pleased with what was inside those boxes—but she wasn’t one to hoard wealth. Gold and treasure meant little to her.

Demons were rising in Mount Wu. If not eradicated soon, they’d bring chaos to the world. His Yao Yao would never sit idle just to guard a few chests of treasure.

He pressed onward, deeper into the mountain.

The deeper he went, the heavier the demonic aura.

He followed the trail of darkness until he reached a ravine within the mountain. There, he stopped, his gaze sharp as blades.

After a moment, he said coldly, “I don’t want to damage Mount Wu. Come out on your own.”

His voice echoed through the mountain.

Not long after, a shadowy figure emerged from a cave. From the neck down, he was wrapped in sinister black mist. His irises and lips were bl00d-red—pure demonic essence.

Seeing Feng Jingzhuo, the man raised an eyebrow, then smirked carelessly.

This was a Kui demon.

Demon types were vast—born of obsessions, failed cultivators, and lingering grudges. But the most dangerous were Kui Demons.

They sacrificed their three souls to gain demonic power: immortality and enhanced abilities. But they needed to drink bl00d from the heart to maintain their form. Over time, they required more and more.

Suddenly, the demon spoke:
“So it’s you… no wonder the pressure felt so strong. A fallen god, huh? Do you still remember me, Fallen God? ”