After The Rebirth Of The White Moonlight Of The Immortal Venerable Chapter 1

One hundred years ago.

Cangwang Realm, Dongzhao Region.

At its center stood the largest immortal sect in all of Dongzhao – the Wen Shen Sect.

The Wen Shen Sect had twelve mountains. Among them, Cloud Mist Mountain was the residence of Sect Leader Yun Heng. Snow perpetually fell upon its peak. As the first rays of dawn bloomed, Cloud Mist Mountain would be bathed in a faint golden halo, like divine radiance.

It was now the time of the rising moon, and the evening scenery of Cloud Mist Mountain held a unique charm. A woman in a green robe, appearing somewhat frail, walked along the mountain path. The gentle moonlight illuminated the steps for her.

Suddenly, a large, fluffy white ball “rolled” down from the higher steps, nearly failing to stop when it reached Wen Qiwu.

“Snowball?” Wen Qiwu bent down and gently stroked the little creature’s head. “Why the rush? Did you get hurt?”

“Jiji…” The fluffy ball’s true form was a very plump rabbit. Because of its low strength and excessive appetite, it had been expelled from its clan. Fortunately, it encountered a young Wen Qiwu back then. Wen Qiwu had an irresistible weakness for fluffy, soft small animals, so she brought it back to the Wen Shen Sect and had raised it ever since.

“Why are you walking the stairs yourself? Cloud Mist Mountain is cold at night, and your health is not good; you must be careful not to catch a chill. Let me carry you up.” Snowball grew to the size of a leopard, gently nuzzling against Wen Qiwu’s leg, then allowing her to sit on its back.

In truth, with Wen Qiwu’s cultivation, she could reach the mountaintop with just a thought. However, she had unintentionally overheard disciples mentioning how beautiful the scenery of Cloud Mist Mountain was today, so Wen Qiwu suddenly felt inspired to walk this mountain path.

Snowball carefully used its spiritual energy to shield Wen Qiwu from the cold wind.

Wen Qiwu smiled helplessly. She was, after all, a Void Refinement cultivator. Even if she was weak, she wouldn’t collapse from a mere gust of cold wind. Yet, from her senior sisters down to her pets, everyone treated her like a fragile ordinary person.

However, she was indeed gravely ill. No, to be precise, she had an incurable disease.

Even with immortals and demons who could reach the heavens in the Cangwang Realm, there were still several incurable diseases that had remained so throughout the long years.

Among them was a disease called Spirit Scattering disease. Those afflicted were born with a fractured soul, and their souls would continuously scatter from the fracture, with no power capable of stopping it.

According to ancient texts, only one person in history had suffered from this condition. Even the divine healers of the past were helpless, watching as the patient’s soul completely dissipated into death. Thousands of years had passed, and no cure had been found for this disease. Wen Qiwu had just been diagnosed as the second person to contract it.

Her senior sister had gathered all sorts of treasures from the world to help her live this long. She had always hidden the truth from Wen Qiwu, comforting her by saying she would get better. In truth, Wen Qiwu knew her illness was likely incurable.

Was she afraid of dying?

Wen Qiwu looked up at the bright full moon in the night sky. Afraid? Of course, she was afraid. Afraid that one day, when she closed her eyes, she would sink into lonely darkness, and her senior sister would no longer hold her hand.

“Is something bothering you?” The little rabbit was exceptionally sensitive to emotions.

“No, I was just wondering if we have chestnut cake today.” Wen Qiwu hid her unease and smiled, rubbing the rabbit’s head.

Snowball’s simple little mind immediately resonated with the topic of “eating.” It knew Wen Qiwu’s favorite dessert was chestnut cake. Especially when she was young, her master was often ill and had to take medicine daily. Children feared bitterness, and without chestnut cake, she would cry after taking her medicine.

Perhaps it was as troubled as it was about whether it could eat Immortal Dewdrop tonight? The gluttonous rabbit, believing it understood its master’s thoughts, smiled foolishly. “If you want to eat it, you can tell Immortal Venerable. Immortal Venerable will definitely cook it.”

Wen Qiwu smiled and softly replied, “Mm.”

Snowball climbed the mountain quickly and very smoothly. Wen Qiwu felt no bumps, and in a short while, the chubby snow rabbit had brought her to her senior sister’s residence.

Entry into Yun Heng Immortal Venerable’s residence was forbidden without prior announcement. However, this rule did not apply to her only junior sister.

Wen Qiwu took out a storage bag and hung it on Snowball’s neck. “Here’s some Immortal Dewdrop you like, but you can only eat ten per day. If you eat too much and get a stomachache, I’ll have Senior Sister cut off your supply. Understand?”

Snowball nodded vigorously, then shook its head and trotted back to its little den, looking very happy.

This little creature had no resistance to the high-quality Immortal Dewdrop cultivated in the spiritual plant garden. However, eating too much could lead to indigestion of spiritual energy. Wen Qiwu shook her head. She had to tell her senior sister that if Snowball didn’t behave this time, all its Immortal Dewdrop would be confiscated.

“Senior Sister…” Wen Qiwu knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

Senior Sister wasn’t in her room? Then she must be in the back mountain.

Wen Qiwu went around to the back mountain, her steps carrying a hint of lightness.

On the back mountain, there was an open clearing surrounded by many exotic flowers and rare herbs. Wen Qiwu had practiced swordplay here when she was young. Her senior sister taught her sword techniques, but unfortunately, she had no talent for being a sword cultivator.

Although she had studied for a period and was taught hand-to-hand by the most formidable sword cultivator in the world, her sword moves were still unsightly. When her master was still alive, the old lady would push her teacup far away whenever she watched Wen Qiwu practice, to avoid spitting out tea.

But she loved watching her senior sister practice swordplay the most. When other children were most active, she could sit by the side and accompany her senior sister practicing swordplay all day. How could the beautiful winds and moons of Cloud Mist Mountain compare to her senior sister?

…

In the back mountain, among the exotic flowers and rare herbs, stood the person Wen Qiwu longed for. She wore a moon-white gown that swayed gently in the wind. Her three thousand strands of black hair were tied up with a single jade hairpin. Wisps of dark hair fell, making her appear like the moon, like jade, ethereal and divine. However, she held a sword exuding sharp radiance, its blade humming faintly with a murderous intent. Even the moon-like immortal was tinged with a hint of killing aura.

Yun Heng heard the footsteps behind her. She subtly raised her hand and sheathed her sword, hiding all its sharpness within the scabbard.

Perhaps due to her spiritual roots and temperament, Yun Heng was always surrounded by a faint coolness. Against the backdrop of snow and plum blossoms, she was like a divine being, unstained by the world and not to be profaned.

Wen Qiwu’s expression flickered for a moment. Her brisk steps suddenly slowed. Thinking of something, a hint of melancholy appeared in her expression. The hand she had slightly raised to embrace her senior sister drooped, as if suppressing an unspeakable emotion.

Sensing the footsteps behind her suddenly stop, Yun Heng turned to look at her. A hint of warmth rose in her eyes, like a cold pool.

Yun Heng took out a pale red outer robe from her storage bag and draped it over Wen Qiwu. The material of this robe was woven from the feathers of Fire Feather Birds, which could ward off the cold of Cloud Mist Mountain’s ice spiritual veins.

Wen Qiwu stroked the fabric of the outer robe and suddenly let out a soft chuckle. Her smile was more radiant than any flower on Cloud Mist Mountain, adding a touch of warmth to the thin snow covering the entire mountain.

“What are you laughing about?” Yun Heng carefully tied the outer robe for her, her movements gentle. As she looked up, Wen Qiwu saw her own reflection in her senior sister’s eyes. Her senior sister’s expression was earnest and tender, as if she only had eyes for Wen Qiwu.

Wen Qiwu felt her heart skip a beat. To hide her unusual reaction, she lowered her gaze and said with a playful retort, “I heard today that all the Fire Feather Birds in the beast garden suddenly hid from people. So it turns out their feathers were plucked.”

“They offered them willingly,” Immortal Venerable Yun Heng always had a serious demeanor, so even when it sounded like a joke, people instinctively chose to believe her.

But upon closer reflection…

Willingly?

Wen Qiwu fell silent for a moment. It was rumored that Fire Feather Birds possessed a trace of phoenix blood. This species of bird was notoriously proud; they were reluctant to give even fallen feathers to humans. Weren’t they… forced to be willing?

“Really?”

“Really. When has Senior Sister ever lied to you?” Yun Heng’s eyebrows, as if painted, were filled with sincerity.

“Hmm, when I was young, Senior Sister lied and said the medicine wasn’t bitter.” Wen Qiwu blinked. As a result, the five-year-old Wen Qiwu cried immediately after taking a sip.

“…Only that one time.” And it was because her master had said she had adjusted the medicine to not be bitter. Yun Heng had watched as her young junior sister tasted the medicine and then silently shed tears.

Wen Qiwu’s eyes were filled with amusement. Of course, she knew the truth behind it. After all, her master had hidden outside for several days before daring to return, and upon returning, she had even urged Wen Qiwu to hide Senior Sister’s sword. “Fire Feather Birds are notoriously ill-tempered. I just didn’t expect them to willingly give so many feathers.”

“I just said they were for you, and they gave them,” Yun Heng said. All the bird species in the beast garden were very close to her junior sister. Yun Heng had only mentioned it, not expecting them to be so straightforward.

“It’s cold outside. You should go back inside first.”

“Senior Sister is still staying here?”

“Mm, I’m waiting for the flowers to bloom.” Yun Heng’s gaze fell on the flower buds about to bloom nearby.

“What kind of spiritual flower is this? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.” Wen Qiwu walked over and poked at them. The delicate flower buds swayed from being poked. Senior Sister wasn’t accompanying her and was just waiting for these flowers to bloom. She had to see how beautiful their flowers were.

“Spirit Condensing Flower. It has the effect of consolidating the soul and strengthening the foundation. When it blooms, take a pot and place it in your room.” After Yun Heng stated the flower’s efficacy, Wen Qiwu knew this was her medicine.

Senior Sister had recently visited an ancient secret realm, likely for these flowers.

“But I don’t know how to grow flowers. What if they wither?” Wen Qiwu quietly took Yun Heng’s sleeve and swayed it. That’s right, what should she do if she couldn’t grow flowers? The best solution was to stay with someone who knew how to grow them, of course.

“It’s alright. I’ve planted quite a few. If they wither, just bring another pot.” This was a rare spiritual treasure in the world, yet Yun Heng treated it like a wildflower. But the key issue wasn’t this.

Wen Qiwu sighed heavily in her heart.

“Is something on your mind?” On other matters, her senior sister was surprisingly perceptive.

“No. But just before I came, I heard some disciples say that the morning scenery of Cloud Mist Mountain when the sun rises is extremely beautiful. I haven’t seen it in a long time either. Why don’t I stay here with Senior Sister?” Wen Qiwu’s gentle voice sounded like she was acting spoiled.

Because the new outer robe could block the cold of the ice spiritual veins, Yun Heng agreed to her junior sister staying. She set out a soft couch, and they sat there side by side. One waiting for flowers to bloom, the other waiting for the sun to rise.

However, the person who had said she wanted to watch the sunrise had fallen asleep on her shoulder moments ago. Being easily tired and sleepy was also one of the symptoms of Spirit Scattering disease.

Yun Heng turned her head to look at her junior sister’s sleeping face, her expression softening. This place was not suitable for resting. Just as she was about to carry Wen Qiwu back to her room, the wind picked up again on Cloud Mist Mountain. A pale pink flower fell onto her junior sister’s shoulder with the wind.

Yun Heng picked up the flower. It had already withered significantly, so it fell with a gust of wind, just like the person beside her – beautiful as a flower, yet about to fall from the branch.