Saving the White Moonlight Chapter 5

Yan Zhuguang dealt with the remaining jars in the same way.
All the cocoons that had formed were thrown to the spiritual grain worms that had not yet formed cocoons. The number of clay jars that still held worms immediately dropped by more than half.
Yan Zhuguang put the jars with worms back, then took the empty jars outside to clean and handle them. After that, she did not return to the room. Instead, she went around the spiritual fields and climbed a small hill.
The system did not know what Host wanted to do. It kept watching her movements. It saw her casually pick up a dry branch, carefully hold her breath, and press her footsteps to their lowest sound. Her whole body tightened like a leopard locked onto prey.
Seeing her so serious, the system could not help holding its breath too. It almost thought it really needed to breathe.
Then it saw Yan Zhuguang raise her hand. The branch in her hand flew out, sliced through the air with a hiss, and then – struck a large spotted wild goose.
The wild goose did not even have time to cry out. The branch, filled with spiritual energy, pierced into its head. It fell straight backward.
The system: …
It had been dazzled by Host’s series of actions earlier and had forgotten that Host had not eaten lunch because she had been lying low near the Lecture Platform.
Yan Zhuguang handled the wild goose on her own, picked up firewood, and began roasting the meat. No one knew where she took out those powders from, but she sprinkled them one by one over the roast. Before long, a fragrance that almost invaded the soul rose from the meat, hooking a person’s drool right out.
No matter how many times it experienced this, Host’s cooking skill made the system regret that it did not have a body of flesh and blood. It wanted to turn off its smell simulation, but it could not bear to.
It could not eat, but surely it could ask about the taste?
“Can you eat?” Yan Zhuguang asked.
The system took a while to react before realizing she was talking to it. This was the first time Host had taken the initiative to show concern. It was immediately flattered. “I cannot eat and digest like a person, but I can simulate it. The feeling is the same.”
The meat was almost done. Yan Zhuguang was not afraid of the heat. She tore off a large piece with the wing attached. “How do I give it to you? Just eat it like this?”
The system froze again. “Give… give it to me?”
“Not eating?”
“I am!” The system hurried to answer, then said weakly, “Only, simulation costs Host points.”
“If I tell you to eat, don’t drag it out.”
In the next moment, the wing in Yan Zhuguang’s hand vanished. Soon, the system’s voice came through as if it were speaking with something in its mouth. “Thank you, Host!”
The system was so moved it almost cried. It had never imagined that in this lifetime, it would receive a gift from Host. It was too touching.
What Yan Zhuguang thought was this: if she wanted the system to work hard for her, the necessary rewards still had to be given. If one wing could buy it over, that was truly a good deal. As for Host points, Yan Zhuguang had noticed she had quite a few. After the system used some, only a little had been deducted. She could afford that much.
Yan Zhuguang swiftly finished her late lunch. After burying the firewood and bones, she went down the hill.
Next, she only needed to act step by step as a servant disciple and wait for the trap she had laid earlier to begin moving.
Chu Ningyan had always believed she was a good-tempered person. But after accompanying Senior Sister to this Yimiao Sect, it was as if all the bad temper of her entire life had been forced out.
At Fenghua Immortal Sect, although the disciples knew Senior Sister was approachable, the difference in disciple status meant that everyone was respectful when facing her.
Yimiao Sect was different. It seemed to exist in a separate world from the rest of the cultivation world. These disciples had no sense of rank at all, and once given an inch, they took a mile. They were shameless to a maddening degree. No wonder this sect had made no progress for a hundred or even a thousand years.
If the system knew what she was thinking, it would probably say that she had seen the truth. Because Yimiao Sect was the opening location of the plot, the female lead’s first foothold, and a place where plot events happened often, the people here were naturally different from others.
Chu Ningyan did not know that, so she was simply puzzled.
Putting aside Senior Sister’s strength, even her status was far above theirs. Yet these people still had the nerve to try to build connections with Senior Sister.
Even among Fenghua Immortal Sect disciples, not everyone was qualified to call her Senior Sister. Did these people think they could call her that too?
Chu Ningyan was not as strong as Yun Mixue, but she was still at Core Formation. Yet when facing these disciples, whose strength was only around Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment, she could only glare and sulk.
Because she had the burden of being an expert. Arguing with people of such low strength would lower her own value.
So Chu Ningyan could only keep a stern and proper face on the surface to hide her irritable mood. Every day repeated the last, and she did not know when it would end.
Yun Mixue was a very careful person. She easily noticed Chu Ningyan’s hidden impatience. “Junior Sister, you should return to the sect.”
Chu Ningyan shook her head. “If I leave, what if someone bullies Senior Sister?”
Yun Mixue did not know whether to laugh or cry. “I am at least a Nascent Soul cultivator. How could I be bullied so easily?”
“Strength is not everything. Look at these Yimiao Sect disciples. Do they respect you just because you are a Nascent Soul master? Today one comes to give flowers, tomorrow another comes to give grass. Some pretend to be hurt, some fall down. None of them stop. Do they look even a little like cultivators?”
They were relying on Senior Sister’s good nature. And because Chu Ningyan wanted to protect both Senior Sister’s image and her own, she had never been able to lower her face and scold them. That was why the situation had become like this.
Everyone had made their own choices, so there was not truly anyone to blame.
Yun Mixue was not foolish. She was also very clear-sighted. Of course she could see these people’s intentions. But she had never liked being harsh toward others, so she only turned a blind eye and said, “Junior Sister, do not worry. We can leave before long.”
Chu Ningyan sighed softly. “Senior Sister, your temper really should change. These people in the cultivation world are not worthy of being treated like this by you.”
“Back then, you merely passed by and stayed one night. You stayed in the younger disciples’ quarters at that. Yet the sect master of Yimiao Sect still had the nerve to bring up your promise and ask you to give a lecture, then ask you to stay a few days to ‘sightsee.'”
Yun Mixue smiled. “A promise is a promise. Naturally, I should keep it. It is only a lecture. He did not ask for anything else, so I was relieved.”
“How is that not asking for anything else? Look at him introducing this talent and that genius in piles. Who knows if he wants to use Senior Sister to send people to the main sect?”
“If there really are good seedlings, there is nothing wrong with taking them back to the main sect.”
Seeing Yun Mixue’s gentle manner, Chu Ningyan felt a breath stuck in her chest with nowhere to vent. Forget it. If Senior Sister did not have this kind of nature, why would they respect and love her so willingly?
“In any case, we can leave before long. I will endure a little more.”
Yun Mixue laughed softly. “Is it truly that hard to bear?”
Chu Ningyan held in a breath and stubbornly refused to nod. “No. Not hard.”
The sect master had invited Yun Mixue to stay and sightsee. Of course, he would not let them sit bored inside a room. From time to time, he invited them out to wander through Yimiao Sect, calling it an introduction to the sect’s famous scenery.
Today was no exception. However, Yimiao Sect was only so large. They had been walking around for several days, and they had more or less gone everywhere they should, except for the servant disciples’ area.
Even if the sect master had other goals, he was not brainless enough to bring a noble titled disciple from the main sect to a place like that. So he suggested taking a walk around the area near Yimiao Sect, saying this place had such-and-such old story, and that place had some special scenery.
A guest followed the host’s wishes. Because the “companions” the sect master brought had mixed cultivation levels, many of them could not fly on swords. The distance was not far, and this was under the name of sightseeing, so the group of cultivators simply walked.
Because of this, recently they had often met sect disciples who “just happened” to pass by or “suddenly” had some problem.
For example, the tearful one before them now.
This was a little girl. She sat on a stone not far outside the sect. She did not block the road, but her sobbing appearance was very eye-catching before cultivators with sharp ears and clear eyes.
Whether in the cultivation world or the mortal world, people tended to show more care toward children, especially when the child cried so pitifully.
A girl in her early teens, even with schemes, would still show some trace of them. Yun Mixue saw that this child was waiting here with a purpose and could not help sighing softly.
Before Yun Mixue could react, a proud-looking man following behind the sect master frowned and said, “Who is crying here? Where are the disciples guarding the sect gate?”
The man’s voice was rather stern. The little girl shook in fright and looked over in panic. She acted as if she had only just discovered their group. She immediately jumped down from the stone and hid behind it, showing only a pair of watery almond eyes.
The sect master raised a hand to stop the man. “Do not frighten her.”
Then he said kindly to the little girl, “Why are you crying here?”
Chu Ningyan secretly curled her lip. Senior Sister had not even spoken. What was he pretending to be kind for? So fake.
The little girl timidly refused to speak. Only after the sect master gently coaxed her a few times did she hesitate and poke her head out.
“I…”
Elsewhere, Yan Zhuguang was still working in the spiritual field when the system started chattering.
“Host, it has started, it has started.”
“Tao Zhi has started trying to cozy up to Senior Sister.”