Saving the White Moonlight Chapter 42

Yan Zhuguang’s whole heart felt warm because of Senior Sister’s thoughtfulness.
However, she could not waste Senior Sister’s kindness. She still needed to finish what she wanted to do as soon as possible. If the Qiao family arrived later, it would become inconvenient for her to act.
With Yun Mixue gone, Yan Zhuguang did not need to waste effort hiding things. She directly let go of her hands and feet, took out several spirit stones, and set up a spirit-gathering formation around herself.
Yan Zhuguang sat cross-legged. Her hands formed a circle and rested on her crossed legs. She closed her eyes, and the spiritual sense born after reaching Foundation Establishment reached out, heading toward Qiu Qiao, who was trapped by the illusion art.
Seeing Yan Zhuguang act, the system quickly held its breath, afraid of disturbing Host.
Once cultivators reached Foundation Establishment, they could produce a wisp of spiritual sense. However, Foundation Establishment spiritual sense had not been tempered by the heavenly lightning of Core Formation and was very fragile. If one was the slightest bit careless, it could be damaged. Because of that, Foundation Establishment cultivators rarely released their spiritual sense outside their bodies.
Yan Zhuguang had only just produced her spiritual sense not long ago, yet now she wanted to use it for a highly dangerous operation. How could the system not be nervous?
Thinking carefully, its host had done plenty of dangerous things. What was releasing spiritual sense compared with that? She had even dared cross lightning tribulation with the mere strength of the first level of Qi Refining.
Now she was only using spiritual sense. For Host, this was not strange at all. Mm.
Besides, Host always knew her limits. Whatever she did, she must be confident. There definitely would not be a problem. The system silently comforted itself.
Yan Zhuguang had no mind to care what the system was thinking. Right now, she had put her whole self into her spiritual sense.
Her current spiritual sense was indeed fragile, but with the experience from her previous life, she was not afraid.
She knew how to control spiritual sense with great precision, and she also knew how to protect her own spiritual sense from injury.
At this moment, the spiritual sense Yan Zhuguang had condensed into a thin thread had already invaded Qiu Qiao’s sea of consciousness while he was muddled by the illusion art.
What Yan Zhuguang wanted to do was guide Qiu Qiao into saying the hidden realm’s location.
With illusion art and spiritual sense, as long as Qiu Qiao had not received special training, he could not resist Yan Zhuguang’s control.
There was actually an even more direct method: looking through Qiu Qiao’s memories.
This method was simple and rough. As long as the searcher’s spiritual sense was stronger than the one being searched, and as long as the searcher grasped the secret art, doing anything would be easy.
The only flaw was that the searched person’s sea of consciousness would suffer damage to different degrees.
At best, they would lose a period of memory. At worst, they would become a fool. Of course, there would be no effect on the searcher.
This method was not something the righteous path would do. In Yan Zhuguang’s previous life, she had often used it on people who approached her with malice. But in this life, when she thought of Senior Sister, Yan Zhuguang felt it was best to avoid using it as much as possible.
Not long ago, she had made Senior Sister promise to stay with her. If she now did something Senior Sister could not accept, then if it could be hidden forever, fine. But once it was exposed, it would create a wall between them and harm her relationship with Senior Sister. Yan Zhuguang would not be that foolish.
Yan Zhuguang entered Qiu Qiao’s sea of consciousness smoothly. In that instant, it was as if she had crossed into another world again.
This world felt very familiar to Yan Zhuguang. She had only recently been here. It was outside Danye City, the place where they had saved Su Qian’er earlier.
It seemed there was no need for her to create another illusion.
Qiu Qiao clearly wanted to avoid becoming a prisoner. Even trapped inside the illusion, the first thing he thought of was still that drawing.
Yan Zhuguang hid the aura of her spiritual sense while observing the sea of consciousness.
It was still the same place as before. Qiu Qiao and the other three stood there, while Su Qian’er and Su Qian’er’s servant lay on the ground. At this moment, Su Qian’er was already dead. Qiu Qiao was walking toward her with a complicated expression. He slowly crouched and half-held Su Qian’er with a gentle force.
“Qian’er, do not blame me. When I cultivate to a high realm, I will find your reincarnation. At that time, I will fulfill your wish and make you my wife.”
Qiu Qiao’s behavior made Yan Zhuguang feel uncomfortable. She resisted the nausea that might expose her aura, and her body on the other end of the spiritual sense began forming hand seals. The illusion space trapping the four people lit for an instant, and the scene Yan Zhuguang saw through her spiritual sense began moving forward quickly.
As an outsider, she was very clear about the illusion’s state. But Qiu Qiao, who was inside the illusion art, could not sense any problem. He only thought he was living normally.
Perhaps because he feared Yan Zhuguang, Qiu Qiao subconsciously avoided thinking of her. In the illusion, the “Yan Zhuguang” who had originally taken the drawing no longer existed. Qiu Qiao obtained the drawing from Su Qian’er.
Qiu Qiao made Su Qian’er and the servant’s deaths look as if they had been caused by demonic beasts outside the city. The two corpses were even destroyed by demonic beasts until no bones remained.
After that, he brought his subordinates back to Qiuming Pill Hall as if nothing had happened and continued business as usual.
A few days later, when the Qiao family noticed something was wrong and came to him, Qiu Qiao acted as if he knew nothing. He cooperated with the Qiao family and searched everywhere for Su Qian’er’s whereabouts.
Su Qian’er’s traces had been thoroughly erased by demonic beasts. No clues would be found in a short time. Aside from urging Qiu Qiao to search, the Qiao family had no other way. As time passed, the matter was actually left unsettled.
After the storm passed, Qiu Qiao began planning to go to that hidden realm.
He was cold toward his fiancee Su Qian’er, but he seemed rather good to those subordinates. When he went to that hidden realm, he actually brought those subordinates along.
Yan Zhuguang carefully remembered the route and method to reach that hidden realm.
Originally, at this point, Yan Zhuguang should have left the illusion. But she did not leave at once and watched a little longer.
Then she saw that to open that hidden realm, Qiu Qiao and his manager killed the two old servants without hesitation, used their blood as the hidden realm’s key, and entered the hidden realm.
After that came the scene of master and servant turning against each other and going their separate ways.
In the end, Qiu Qiao still found a way to kill the manager and finally took the entire treasure for himself. Using the treasures in the hidden realm, he began rising in the cultivation world.
All right. She took back the thought that Qiu Qiao had any loyalty to his subordinates.
Yan Zhuguang had no interest in Qiu Qiao’s fantasy of rising through the cultivation world. With a thought, she withdrew her spiritual sense.
When the system saw Host’s spiritual sense return safely to her body, it finally let out a breath of relief. Good. Nothing had happened.
Yan Zhuguang closed her eyes and regulated her breathing for a while, restoring the energy consumed by her spiritual sense leaving her body earlier. When she opened her eyes, the four people were still trapped in the illusion art, dreaming who knew what beautiful dream.
“Host, do you know the news about that hidden realm now?” the system asked.
“Mm.”
Yan Zhuguang answered faintly.
“Then what do we do now? Wait for Senior Sister to return?”
Yan Zhuguang did not speak. Light flashed in her eyes, and her hands began moving again.
Seeing this, the system obediently closed its mouth.
Following Yan Zhuguang’s movements, her spiritual sense slowly poured into the talismans of the illusion space. A few of the talismans flashed with several threads of dim light. Suddenly, a mysterious force descended and fell onto the manager and the two servants.
After finishing this, Yan Zhuguang stopped again, waved away the spirit-gathering formation, and stood.
“Host, what did you do?” the system asked, very curious.
Yan Zhuguang raised a brow. “I only made them recognize their young master’s character.” It would be amusing if they woke up and began biting each other.
The system fell silent.
Yan Zhuguang did not explain further. She picked up the spirit stones she had used to set up the spirit-gathering formation.
The spiritual energy in these spirit stones had not been fully used up. She recycled them and began casting another spell around the illusion space.
The system had not received a clear answer to its previous question, and now Yan Zhuguang had started casting again. It only felt its head grow large.
At the same time, it felt that Host was so busy. Being Host was truly not easy.
Yan Zhuguang’s spirit stones turned into powder in her hands. As she rolled and refined them, they changed into all kinds of shapes. In the end, four strange symbols formed in Yan Zhuguang’s hands. She cut off a few extremely small threads of her spiritual sense and fused them in. Then she threw them out. The four symbols sank into the four people’s brows and vanished.
The system watched with its heart tight. “Host, what did you do this time?”
Yan Zhuguang closed her eyes. “Qiu Qiao and the others still need to be handed over to the Qiao family. To stop them from leaking the hidden realm’s matter, I placed restrictions on them.”
With Qiu Qiao’s character, seeing that he could not gain the hidden realm’s benefits, he would definitely not let Yan Zhuguang and Yun Mixue gain them easily. As long as he found a chance, he would absolutely spread the hidden realm’s matter everywhere.
At that time, even if he gained nothing, Yan Zhuguang and Yun Mixue would not have an easy time either.
Yan Zhuguang did not want him to create extra trouble for that hidden realm. Her poison spiritual energy was not safe enough. It was best to completely use restrictions to bind their thoughts of leaking the secret.
In truth, the best method was killing them to silence them.
However, although Su Qian’er’s Qiao family was only a branch, its influence in the cultivation world could not be underestimated. With Fenghua Immortal Sect’s current situation, it was not suitable to make more enemies. Senior Sister likely did not want to create any rift with the Qiao family.
If these people were killed directly, it would certainly cause the Qiao family to be unhappy. Yan Zhuguang did not want to see Senior Sister put in a difficult position, so she could only use this roundabout method.
Although it was a little troublesome, as long as it benefited Senior Sister, it was fine for her to be busy.
The only problem now was finding a reasonable reason for Qiu Qiao to attack Su Qian’er without exposing the drawing, so they could deal with the Qiao family.
The system admired Host beyond words. It truly did not know how Host’s head worked. She could see ten steps ahead from one step. She thought too far. Still, living like this must be very tiring for Host.
After thoroughly finishing everything she wanted to do, Yan Zhuguang was also somewhat tired.
Earlier, she had not only consumed a large amount of mental strength, she had also used several threads of spiritual sense. Even Yan Zhuguang felt a little low on energy. She dragged over a chair, sat down, and closed her eyes to rest.
Without realizing it, she fell asleep, leaving only a trace of alertness outside in case some sudden danger appeared.
Seeing this, the system quietly raised its guard too. It swore to protect Host’s rare rest and not let anyone have the chance to approach Host and harm her.
But just as it made up its mind, it sensed an aura approaching. It looked at Host’s sleeping face, secretly cursed itself, and chose to pretend it had not noticed.
Wuwu. It had no way to wake the sleeping Host. Also, the person coming did not threaten Host. It hoped Host would not be angry.
A cold, clear aura appeared inside the Pill Hall. A slender, ice-white hand gently rested on Yan Zhuguang’s forehead, then carefully withdrew. With a slight movement of the fingertip, a small egg-sized snow-white flower bloomed there. Its faint fragrance spread, and Yan Zhuguang slept even more deeply.
The beautiful hand tidied Yan Zhuguang’s clothes, then took out a thick blanket and placed it behind Yan Zhuguang, making her sleep more comfortably.
After finishing this, a soft sigh sounded in the quiet Pill Hall.