The White Moonlight Disdained by the Male Protagonist of Redemption - Chapter 25.3

Soon, someone walked slowly out from a cave behind them and came to stand beside Wan Dongze.

“Greetings, Mountain God. Pleased to meet you. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Yuwen Cai, the senior disciple of the current Xuanwu clan leader.”

Feng Jingzhuo didn’t even twitch an eyelid.

Yuwen Cai wasn’t bothered and continued, “The Mountain God’s longing for his wife is truly moving. Such devotion is rare. We would never make things hard for you. You just need to help us with one small task.”

Feng Jingzhuo said calmly, “Go on.”

“You may have heard that a new goddess recently ascended and was titled the Goddess of Fortune. Our master would like to ask her for a small favor,” Yuwen Cai smiled, “but he’s afraid she might refuse. So we hope the Mountain God can help mediate.”

Feng Jingzhuo’s lips curved slightly.

The two exchanged a look. Wan Dongze asked, “You’re agreeing? ”

Feng Jingzhuo said, “No.”

Wan Dongze was surprised. “Don’t you dream of bringing Ning Yao back?”

Feng Jingzhuo replied, “That’s my business. I won’t let innocent bl00d be spilled for it. My wife wouldn’t approve either.”

Yuwen Cai slapped his thigh, “Ah! Mountain God, you misunderstand! We’re just asking the Goddess of Fortune for help—not to harm her. How about this—”

He stepped forward: “You come with us. The goddess will be under your protection. If anything goes wrong, you can kill us immediately. All we want is for her to visit an old acquaintance of our master’s—just a conversation, a cup of tea. That’s all. Harmless. One visit. After that, you escort her back yourself. Safe and sound. Deal? ”

Feng Jingzhuo pondered, “If that’s truly the case, why don’t you go talk to her yourselves? Why do you need my help?”

Wan Dongze’s expression darkened slightly. Before he could speak, Yuwen Cai quickly pulled him back and smiled, “That’s why I said from the beginning—we hope you can put in a good word for us. You’ve seen it: we’ve already fallen into the demonic path. How could a noble goddess be willing to associate with people like us? But if you vouch for us, she’ll feel reassured.”

“Besides, if this works, we can bring Lord Ning back to life. You and your wife can be reunited. That’s a good deed, isn’t it?”

Feng Jingzhuo was silent for a long time before saying, “I won’t let even a hair on the God of Fortune be harmed. If you have any ill intent, I will not tolerate it.”

Yuwen Cai grinned. “Of course, of course.”

Feng Jingzhuo said, “If you have more conditions, lay them out now.”

Striking a deal with the tiger—there’s no way it would come cheap.

Wan Dongze clapped. “Smart, as expected from a fallen god. So straightforward—aren’t you afraid of losing everything?”

Feng Jingzhuo replied, “I don’t waste words when I bet. You’re the dealer—why so chatty?”

Wan Dongze licked his lips.

This man—his fate was both wretched and stubborn. Back when he was a slave, he lived worse than a dog, but he managed to meet a benefactor, turned his life around, and even ascended to godhood. Though his days as a god weren’t exactly peaceful, he still managed to survive until today—still hasn’t died from his own torment, and even has the strength to come here and block the road.

But why is he so hard to deal with? Even after grabbing him by the throat, it still felt like they couldn’t fully control him.

“Alright, then let’s not waste time. Since we’re of the same bloodline, I won’t ask for much.”

Wan Dongze stepped closer to Feng Jingzhuo, his gaze scraping over him like he was assessing a piece of merchandise. He raised his right hand—two steel needles floated above his palm, glowing with a strange purple light.

He said, “Take these two needles and stab them into your eyes.”

Feng Jingzhuo’s eyes fell on the needles in his hand.

“My family isn’t some of a prestigious clan. However you gained your godhood, let’s not talk about that anymore. But someone like you—stepping on our land and even looking at our gate—is an insult to our family.”

Wan Dongze extended his hand slightly. “Of course, if you can’t bear to lose your eyes, you’re free to refuse and walk away. I won’t stop you. As for the lives on Luoxiang Mountain—well, you can figure that out on your own.”

Feng Jingzhuo raised his hand, picked up the needles, turned the tips toward his own eyes—not in a rush, but without a hint of hesitation. His movements were calm and natural. One by one, he stabbed the needles into his eyes.

With two soft cracking sounds, his pupils gradually turned dark purple, and his gaze lost focus. Bl00d began to gather in his sockets, trickling down his pale cheeks—more sorrowful than tears.

Perhaps because he didn’t beg, didn’t hesitate—he blinded himself as calmly as eating a meal—it left Wan Dongze disappointed. “Aren’t you going to ask what those needles are?”

Feng Jingzhuo said, “I recognize the Purple Bone Needles.”

Wan Dongze looked stunned. “…You actually know? Are you—are you still insane?”

Feng Jingzhuo asked, “When do we begin?”

Wan Dongze, eyes filled with disgust, stepped back and looked at Yuwen Cai.

The two exchanged glances, but Feng Jingzhuo didn’t care. His heart was quiet, calm.

As Wan Dongze said, the condition wasn’t unreasonable.

It was a price he could afford. Even if he lost the bet, it wouldn’t affect the rest of the Reverse Time Formation.

Even losing was fine.

Yuwen Cai caught Wan Dongze’s signal and immediately understood. He closed his eyes, pinched his fingers in a divination gesture for a moment, then opened them with a smile. “What a coincidence—the God of Fortune is on Luoxiang Mountain right now. This is your place, Lord Mountain God. Care to lead the way?”

Then he slapped his forehead and said with mock apology, “Ah, I forgot—you can’t see anymore. Alright then, I’ll lead the way.”

Luoxiang Mountain:

Ning Yao crouched beside a large box for a while but quickly got tired. She also realized guarding the Mountain God’s belongings didn’t mean she had to squat next to them. As long as she was on the mountain, nothing would go missing—not even a coin. Sitting there like a guard dog was beneath her dignity.

Once she figured that out, she immediately got up and left.

She wandered around the mountain, hoping to find something new. But the more she looked, the more she realized—the Mountain God was someone who left no traces of life. With how this mountain looked, she’d believe it if someone told her his family had just lived there yesterday.

Ning Yao had just been walking aimlessly, but gradually her pace slowed, her eyes becoming fixed. She started looking at the mountain, the trees, the way the branches grew, and the overlapping layers of leaves.

She pressed her index finger to her lips, her eyes flickering.

Before her thoughts could fully form, her brow furrowed, and she turned to look downhill.

There was movement at the foot of the mountain.

Well—no real noise, since the three approaching people were all powerful cultivators. Their footsteps made no sound. But the fluctuations in spiritual energy were there—subtle, but vast.

One cultivator was rare. Three together? Unusual. Besides…

Ning Yao narrowed her eyes slightly.

Sometimes, you really can feel bad intentions. When someone walks in with such a clear purpose, you just know. Whether they came for her or for the Mountain God wasn’t yet clear.

Thinking for a moment, she sat down casually on the stone bench in front of the house, resting one arm lazily on the stone table behind her.

Before she saw the figures, a layer of black mist arrived first. The first two emerged from the mist—one with a somewhat decent appearance, the other with beady green eyes. It’s hard to tell his age—definitely a demon. Probably a very old one.

She wasn’t that well-read. If her master were here, he’d probably know exactly what kind of demon it was.

But Ning Yao wasn’t paying attention to the first two. Instead, her eyes were drawn to the third figure.

He was strange too—dressed in black, hair as white as snow, skin pale as a ghost. A dagger-like object was stuck in his chest. Yet he had an elegant, righteous aura—not a demon.

From the moment he saw her, he stopped walking. The two in front kept moving, but he stayed still.

His eyes were deep and beautiful, large and bright with long lashes, but his pupils glowed an eerie purple, and his gaze was unfocused—he was blind.

And yet, even though he couldn’t see, he kept looking at her.

Ning Yao looked away.

But Feng Jingzhuo didn’t move.

He stood facing her directly, unmoving, for a very, very long time.

Yao Yao…

It was his Yao Yao.