The White Moonlight Disdained by the Male Protagonist of Redemption - Chapter 7.1

Ning Yao read the note and paused for a while before going to find Jie Zhongyi to discuss it.

After explaining the experiences and background of recent days, Ning Yao sighed: “Master, Feng Jingzhuo’s past experiences have hurt him much more than I expected. That day, didn’t someone from Fengsong Immortal Realm come? He deliberately walked in front of me, expecting that I would kill him. I didn’t kill him, and his expression… I can’t even say it. He really wanted to die, and he didn’t trust me. What should I do?”

Jie Zhongyi listened and felt speechless: “So, you two have been passing notes like this for days over something so simple? You young people, I really don’t understand; it’s like you’re sick.”

Ning Yao said, “Forget it, I’m leaving.”

“Hey, hey, hey—changing your attitude so quickly after just two sentences? You can’t stay calm at all. Sit down, sit down,” Jie Zhongyi grabbed Ning Yao and pushed her back into her seat. “What’s so hard about this… Feng Jingzhuo is really pitiful.”

He paused and sighed: “The Xuan Yue Immortal Sect is like a hell. He couldn’t escape it, and he couldn’t die. He struggled there for so long and finally got a bit of kindness. Now, he’s so eager to die because he thinks it’s the only way to be free.”

Ning Yao lowered her head while slowly rubbing the note with her finger.

Jie Zhongyi said, “He’s scared of suffering. He doesn’t believe that such good days will last. He thinks that one day he’ll be sent back to that hell, and he can’t bear it. You just need to tell him that he will never go back.”

Ning Yao stayed silent for a moment, then put away the note and looked at him seriously: “Feng Jingzhuo is very cautious. If I only tell him, how can he believe it?”

“Of course, you can’t just say it; you have to show him,” Jie Zhongyi replied.

Ning Yao said earnestly, “Master, it’s exactly because I want to show him that I came to discuss this with you. Feng Jingzhuo wants to hurt himself. He is from the Dragon clan, so ordinary weapons can’t hurt him; that’s why he hasn’t acted. But if he continues thinking this way, should I still give him the Nine Yin Cold Spirit Herb?”

The Nine Yin Cold Spirit Herb is a treasure of the Bodhi clan, a thousand-year-old plant that can bring the dead back to life. Feng Jingzhuo has lost his dragon essence, and his spiritual power is too weak to recover. Only by taking the Nine Yin Cold Spirit Herb can he regain his power and ascend to immortality.

Jie Zhongyi sighed in slight pain: “Does it have to be the Nine Yin Cold Spirit Herb?”

Ning Yao said, “It’s a matter of life or death.”

She glanced around and lowered her voice: “He must have supreme spiritual power. At the very least, he must reach the level of Ning Yuzhu, or in the future… he won’t be able to kill me.”

Jie Zhongyi pondered: “So, what you’re worried about is…”

“I’m worried that if I give him the Nine Yin Cold Spirit Herb, his power will grow, but his desire to hurt himself won’t stop. If one day he can’t control himself and ends up killing himself, oh my god, I’ll be heartbroken.”

Jie Zhongyi slapped the table hard: “Ha, you’re overthinking it!”

He waved his hand and called Ning Yao over. She leaned in, and he whispered: “The Cangyuan Dragon clan has a natural instinct. It is impossible for them to commit suicide.”

Ning Yao was surprised: “Why?”

Jie Zhongyi’s gaze grew distant: “Their ancestors set a rule in their souls to prevent future generations from ever dying by their own hands.”

He smiled: “Yao Yao, the Cangyuan Dragon clan is not only cold and indifferent by nature, but they also take self-preservation to the extreme. You see, if an ordinary dragon lost half of its scales, it would die from the pain. Only the Canglong can endure such pain and their secret method of ascension; if they fall in love, their hearts grow scales, and when they sever their emotional ties, they instinctively kill their partner. This is because their souls believe that indulging in love brings pain.”

He added, “And that’s not all. After killing their partner and ascending, they forget everything from their past and block all possible pain. Everything they do is for self-protection.”

Ning Yao leaned back, paused for a moment, and said, “That’s amazing.”

Jie Zhongyi replied with a hum.

After thinking for a while, Ning Yao couldn’t help but ask: “How come their ancestors knew how to protect their descendants, but when it comes to us, it’s such a disaster? ”

Jie Zhongyi replied, “What good does it do to talk about it now? Just try to get by. Anyway, I think his desire to hurt himself is not necessarily a bad thing. You know, in the Cangyuan Dragon clan, family members and siblings—even between husbands and wives—are all cold and indifferent. His thoughts show that he hasn’t been with the Cangyuan clan for a long time and has gone through a lot. His emotions are actually richer than those of his own kind.”

***

Ning Yao, was pondering what Master Jie Zhongyi told her while roasting a chicken and went to find Feng Jingzhuo.

She didn’t go through the front door but climbed up to the window to peek inside: “Feng Jingzhuo, what are you doing?”

Feng Jingzhuo was sitting at a desk across from the window. When he saw her, he put down his pen and stepped forward to bow: “Master Ning.”

He explained, “I was just practicing calligraphy, since I had some free time.”

When Ning Yao saw him, she forgot to enter the house and leaned on the window to talk to him: “The scar on your face seems to have faded a little. Once your body heals, we can treat the scar. It definitely won’t leave a mark.”

Feng Jingzhuo seemed not to care much. He nodded.

Ning Yao continued: “Your handwriting is really good. You don’t need to practice anymore. Why don’t you read some books? Don’t you like reading?”

Feng Jingzhuo softly said: “How can I read books from the Mountain Master’s collection?”

“It’s fine, I told you, you can read whatever you want. I’m not worried about it,” Ning Yao smiled at him, pushed open the window, climbed in, and placed the roasted chicken on the desk. “Come, try the food my Master made. The old man is really amazing in the kitchen.”

Feng Jingzhuo hesitated and walked forward.

Ning Yao was already sitting and pointed to the chair beside her: “Sit.”

He obediently sat down.

Ning Yao tore off a chicken leg and gave it to him: “Feng Jingzhuo, I heard that dragons love delicious food and care a lot about taste. Try this; it must be the best chicken leg you’ve ever had. By the way, what else do you like to eat? I’ll remember, and later I’ll ask Master to make it.”

Feng Jingzhuo carefully replied: “I can’t trouble Elder Jie.”

Ning Yao waved her hand: “It’s fine. Even if you don’t eat, I’m still going to eat it. Anyway, I’m tired of it. Just tell me what you like.”

With her watching him so intently, Feng Jingzhuo felt he couldn’t escape without naming a few dishes. He pressed his lips, hesitated for a while, and said: “In the past, I was always in the Xuan Yue Immortal Sect, and I didn’t eat much… After all, I’m an immortal body, so I don’t need to eat.”

Ning Yao, already munching on another chicken leg, was furious when she heard this: “How could they do that? Not even feed you? Bastards… From now on, while you’re at Luoxiang Mountain, I’ll make sure you eat well and drink well.”

Feng Jingzhuo’s smile slightly, a fleeting smile that disappeared in an instant.

He still didn’t eat the chicken leg.

Suddenly, Ning Yao said: “Feng Jingzhuo, the things you’re afraid of won’t happen.”