Saving the White Moonlight Chapter 8

“Little Xue, I know your talent is sharp and that you learn everything quickly. But I have told you before: whatever you do, you must keep your feet on the ground. You must not aim too high too soon.”
“You have not yet learned to walk, yet you are already thinking of flying. Are you not afraid your wings are not strong enough and you will fall from the sky?”
“Little Xue, you disappoint me.”
“Uncle Feng…”
For some reason, Yun Mixue’s thoughts returned to her childhood.
Back then, she had still been very stubborn.
At first, she had thought she had already learned the spell and had put it aside. Later, Uncle Feng criticized her, saying her heart was restless.
She refused to accept it, so she cast the same spell again and again until her spiritual energy was exhausted and her fingers could no longer move.
At that time, she had probably been as stubborn as the little girl before her now.
When Yun Mixue returned to herself, Yan Zhuguang had already finished casting the spell. She held the plucked ear of spiritual grain in both hands and offered it to Yun Mixue. “Immortal, please look.”
Yun Mixue took the ear of grain. Before she could examine it, someone from Yimiao Sect spoke up.
“What kind of method is this? You merely compressed the spiritual energy essence from the spiritual rice stem into the grain. It is only a shortcut.”
“Exactly. I wondered what good method it could be. Who could not think of this? You are only a tiny servant disciple, yet you dare fool our Senior Sister like this. How bold.”
When the topic became spiritual grain, Yan Zhuguang’s earlier cautious manner changed. Her expression became solemn and serious. These people’s words seemed to offend her field of work, making all her fur stand up. “If everyone can think of it, why has no one been willing to use it?”
“After the ears of spiritual grain are harvested, the rice stems become useless. If they are left in the field, in less than half a day, all the spiritual energy essence in the stems will scatter. I use it to nourish the grain and raise its quality. Is that not making full use of everything?”
After saying this, her tone suddenly eased before the people of Yimiao Sect could get angry. “I am only a small servant disciple who has just drawn spiritual energy into my body. I do not know any deep spells. I can only use this kind of method to improve quality.”
Of course, Yan Zhuguang had more than one way to improve the spiritual rice’s quality. But if she truly used some deep spell, would that not make people suspicious? Only this current method was something she could take out. Though it was a little clever and simple, the skill needed was low.
Besides, she had no affection for Yimiao Sect. Yimiao Sect had made things difficult for her everywhere. Not stepping on them was already merciful. They still wanted her to give benefits to Yimiao Sect? Not a chance.
In truth, Yan Zhuguang’s method was a good one. It was easy and simple to use. Even servant disciples could learn it. During harvest, adding one extra step could improve the quality of the spiritual grain a little. It was a very practical method.
But precisely because her method was too simple, it drew dissatisfaction. Why had they not thought of such a simple method? People would instinctively deny that result.
I could have thought of it too. Why should the credit go to you?
Of course, even if Yan Zhuguang had used a deep method, these people would still not feel good. How could a mere servant disciple use a spell we do not even know?
No matter what she did, she would not please them, so Yan Zhuguang was too lazy to care.
“Contrarians,” the system weakly popped out.
After hearing the system explain the word, Yan Zhuguang approved. Yes, that was more or less the meaning.
Yun Mixue ignored the people of Yimiao Sect. She examined the ear of spiritual grain in her hand, then praised Yan Zhuguang. “This is indeed a simple and practical method. Miss Yan, you did very well.”
Hearing her praise, Yan Zhuguang’s lips, which had been pressed tight while arguing with those people, immediately relaxed. She showed a surprised smile, and her eyes turned bright. “Really, Immortal?”
Seeing her little expression, Yun Mixue could not help raising a hand to rub her head. “Mm. Truly.”
Yan Zhuguang held the spot that had been rubbed with both hands and smiled foolishly. “Since Immortal says so, I would have no regret even if I died.”
With Yun Mixue having spoken, even if the people of Yimiao Sect looked down on Yan Zhuguang’s method, they had no choice but to agree with the praise. They could only say they would find the steward and spread this method.
Their trapped resentment had nowhere to go, so naturally it aimed at Tao Zhi, who had dared deceive them.
What seducing the steward and pushing out a fellow disciple? The person before them was an outstanding servant disciple who had received Senior Sister’s praise. Instead, this Tao Zhi could not even tend her spiritual field well, yet she envied a fellow disciple and slandered her. Her heart was truly vicious.
Tao Zhi’s spiritual core was crippled, and she was thrown out of Yimiao Sect. This time, there would be no day when she could turn things around again.
Yun Mixue felt that crippling the spiritual core of a little girl from the cultivation world might be somewhat too much. But thinking of Tao Zhi’s slander against Yan Zhuguang, she, who was rarely biased, chose to turn a blind eye.
This little girl had indeed gone too far and should receive a lesson. If cultivation became a weapon she used to attack others at will, then it would be better for her to leave the cultivation world and become an ordinary mortal in the secular world.
Once the matter was over, the sect master and the others of Yimiao Sect respectfully invited Yun Mixue away. If they stayed in the servant disciples’ area for even a little longer, they felt uncomfortable all over. How could they let Lianji Immortal be wronged by remaining here?
The truth of Tao Zhi accusing Yan Zhuguang was already clear. Yun Mixue truly had no reason to stay here. She looked at the little mud monkey whose eyes showed a little longing and reluctance, then bent down and whispered by her ear, “Zhuguang, cultivate well. Come find Sister Yun in the future, all right?”
When Yan Zhuguang heard this, a huge smile spread across her face, almost reaching her ears. She nodded again and again. “Yes, yes! Immortal, I will definitely work hard at cultivation. Immortal, please don’t forget me, all right?”
Yun Mixue’s smile deepened. “All right. I promise you.”
Yan Zhuguang watched the group walk away. She patted the mud on her body, which had already begun to dry, then turned and went back into the rice field.
The work in her hands was not yet finished.
Only then did the system dare come out. “Host, you were amazing! That Tao Zhi really can’t turn things around now. Hahaha.”
The system had watched all of Yan Zhuguang’s movements. Seeing Host show such silly cuteness in front of Senior Sister, the system felt that if it had eyes, they would have fallen out.
It had not expected Host to be smart and also so good at acting. In front of Senior Sister, she was completely an ambitious, hardworking little girl who was a little stubborn and silly. If the system had not been following Host all along, even it would have believed her.
Host’s cultivation was high indeed.
Yan Zhuguang ignored the system’s flattery and praise.
“Now Senior Sister must have a very deep impression of Host. In the future, when Host goes to find Senior Sister, it will be perfectly reasonable!”
“What are we waiting for, Host? Improve your spiritual roots and hurry to cultivate! Tao Zhi’s side quest is complete too. Host, I will exchange the reward for a treasure that improves spiritual roots.”
“No need.”
Yan Zhuguang refused directly.
The excited system had a basin of cold water poured over it. “Why, Host? QAQ.”
Yan Zhuguang had guessed correctly. Throwing a host’s soul into a body with low talent and poor spiritual roots was a standard operation for systems.
Whether it was the Save the White Moonlight System or other systems in other worlds, this was the same routine. In other worlds, it might be changed into a tragic family background, or a previous owner with a messy pile of unsolved problems.
Why?
To make the host unable to leave the system.
If a host was given a body where everything went smoothly, then what use would the system have? How could it control the host and make the host move according to the system’s demands?
The system was the host’s only straw. Only by grasping it and obeying its arrangements could the host live better.
This method had worked every time. No host had ever been an exception, except the one before it.
Yan Zhuguang was not the Save the White Moonlight System’s first host. All the hosts before her, after being reborn, had done one thing first: preserve their lives. The second thing was to submit before their spiritual roots, beg to bind with the system, and then frantically farm quests. Only after getting things to improve their spiritual root talent would they relax.
But this host was different. She had actually lived this long inside a shell with five spiritual roots. Not only did she not care about her talent, she even rejected a chance to improve it when it was delivered right in front of her.
The system truly had no way to handle Host. Also, Host had turned off thought communication again. It did not know what she was thinking.
“You do not need to worry about my spiritual roots.”
What was Yan Zhuguang thinking?
She was indeed thinking about her spiritual roots. But unlike what the system imagined, she did not fail to care about spiritual root talent.
In the cultivation world, spiritual root talent was the most important thing. Even family background ranked behind it. How could she truly be unmoved?
It was just that Yan Zhuguang was different from others. She had another idea for her spiritual roots, and improving them did not require relying on the system.
In truth, Yan Zhuguang was very grateful to the system for throwing her into this body.
Her current talent of five spiritual roots had the wood root as the thickest, and it was extremely thick. The other four roots were extremely thin. If she could wash away the roots of the other attributes, her wood root might be even better than another person’s single spiritual root talent.
But Yan Zhuguang was not satisfied with that. A wood spiritual root alone was far too gentle. It did not suit her.
What she wanted was the mutated spiritual root of the wood attribute: a poison spiritual root.
Mutated spiritual roots were rarer than the five element roots. Among mutated roots, there were common and rare ones. Ice, wind, and thunder roots were relatively common. Blood roots and poison roots almost existed only in legend.
Blood roots and poison roots were nearly impossible to form naturally. Changing into them after birth was also a path of near certain death. Most successes happened only by tiny chance under special circumstances.
Yan Zhuguang had been a poison spiritual root in her last life. Naturally, she knew how to transform one. It was only that her original talent in her last life had not been ideal, so her poison root transformation had not been complete.
This time, a five-root body led by wood was the most ideal template for a poison spiritual root transformation.
Since she had the choice of a poison spiritual root, how could she go wash her spiritual roots? Did they think she did not know that the so-called treasures the system gave for washing spiritual roots worked randomly? In other words, with bad luck, that thickest wood root might be washed away too.
She was not stupid.
“As for Yun Mixue, this time I will make her take me back with her.”
“Uh?” The system was dumbfounded.
Having Senior Sister take Host back was naturally the most ideal result, but it was almost impossible. Fenghua Immortal Sect was a super sect. With Host’s talent and strength, it would not even take her as a servant disciple. The system had never dared hope for that.
Now Host was actually saying she would make Senior Sister take her back. What exactly was Host going to do?