Moon God Palace.
“This is where I take my leave.” Nangong Xiu gave Lin Luochen a complicated glance before turning around and walking away.
A storm raged within her heart. She had followed the Moon God for fifty years, yet never once had she seen her show interest in anyone—let alone a young boy who had barely come of age.
“Thank you, Senior.” Lin Luochen cupped his fists.
“Then… take care, Daoist Friend Lin. I’ll be going now too.” Qi Qi’s violet eyes shimmered, still not recovered from the shock.
Her master wanted to see him… Her master actually wanted to see him…
What a surreal situation.
Even she had only seen Wan Yue a few times, yet this boy who just stepped onto the mountain was already receiving an audience with the strongest Saint in the Central Province—her master.
After everyone had left, Lin Luochen stood before the jade-white immortal palace. For some reason, his heart was beating rapidly, a difficult-to-describe excitement surging within him.
“What’s going on… my Dao heart actually wavered a bit.” Snapping out of that strange state, Lin Luochen was startled.
His Dao heart was as firm as steel, unmatched in the world—even Emperors who once ruled over entire eras could not compare.
Yet now, just one glance at this palace, and he nearly lost control.
“Right or wrong… I never met the Moon God in my past life. Why is she making such a public move in this life? What kind of connection does she have with me?”
Too many riddles swirled through Lin Luochen’s heart.
He gently pushed open the pure white jade gates of the palace, and what unfolded before him was a vast plain.
Gentle rays of dawn, pure and distant.
“You’ve come…”
A voice like fairy music drifted through the air, otherworldly and sacred.
[Ding! Detected the reincarnation of host’s ancient-era wife. Main storyline triggered.]
Within the immortal mist, a hazy bamboo grove appeared. In front of a simple bamboo house, that celestial voice rang out again—one that seeped into one’s very bones.
“Young one, come sit with me in the garden.”
That voice made Lin Luochen’s heart pound. It seemed to call out to him, stirring up a wave of longing and sorrow in his chest.
It was as if he and the voice’s owner had lived through a time that could not be reversed, a fate that could not be erased.
Before he knew it, he had already walked to where the voice had come from. As his thoughts returned to him, his pupils shrank. In that instant, he saw the most beautiful person in the world.
The fairy sat on a meditation cushion in plain robes, a chessboard placed before her. Black and white pieces were scattered across its surface.
She was stunning—ethereal and radiant. Eyes like clear autumn water, bones like polished jade. Like a fallen immortal, pure and untouchable. To call her “beautiful” was to insult the holiness of her presence.
Lin Luochen stared blankly at the fairy in white, while the fairy stared blankly back at him.
This encounter… spanned ten thousand lifetimes.
She had chased after his shadow over and over again. The Dao of Heaven was merciless. She endured centuries of loneliness. She reached the end of life, the final chapter of time.
That obsession had lasted until this life. It had not faded—instead, it burned ever more fiercely.
Lin Luochen didn’t know why, but upon seeing Wan Yue, sorrow welled up in his heart. “Have we… met before?”
He felt the heart he thought long dead begin to beat wildly. A thin line of tears rolled down his handsome face.
At that moment, he had the urge to protect her for the rest of his life. At that moment, he was willing to die for her a thousand times over.
Wan Yue’s clear eyes were deep and breathtaking. Her beauty was suffocating. “Perhaps… in a drop of spray along the long river of time…”
She was already certain—he was the reincarnation of that man.
Because… the Clear Moon Seal… was glimmering with faint moonlight…
It was the witness of their previous life, etched deep into their souls, carved into their bones. The Great Dao could not erase it. Time could not wear it away.
It really is you… I’ve waited… ten thousand lifetimes…
“Senior flatters me. With such divine beauty, even a single meeting would be worth dying for,” Lin Luochen said as he returned to his senses, realizing that his earlier words had been inappropriate. He had unintentionally disrespected this Saint, whose depth matched even Yun Wangshu’s, and quickly corrected himself.
Wan Yue’s clear eyes dimmed slightly.
I remember you… but you no longer remember me…
“Please, have a seat.”
She gathered her thoughts and extended her glowing white arm, gesturing for Lin Luochen to sit.
Lin Luochen didn’t hesitate and sat opposite her. He could clearly see her fair, crystalline skin, brows like crescent moons, lips like crimson blossoms.
[She’s truly stunning. Divine. Even more breathtaking than Yun Wangshu.]
Wan Yue’s deep, clear gaze fell on the dazed Lin Luochen sitting before her.
She could hear the thoughts in his heart. A ripple stirred in her own heart, though she wasn’t surprised—her state of mind had long transcended emotion.
Only three points more beautiful?
Just like that life… still such a flirt.
“Seen enough?” Wan Yue spoke, her voice rich and melodic like heavenly music, intoxicating to the core.
“Ah…” Lin Luochen snapped out of it, embarrassed. “I’ve never seen beauty like yours, Senior. You are unparalleled in the world, so… I stared a little longer.”
If anyone else had said this, Wan Yue would have killed them on the spot.
But coming from him, her heart still felt a trace of sweetness. “Then look a little more. I don’t mind.”
“Huh?” Lin Luochen scratched his head awkwardly.
[This senior is so easy to talk to? She’s not arrogant at all. Compared to Yun Wangshu, who acts like she’s above everyone, this woman is just… too kind.]
Wan Yue’s lips curved slightly, her gaze flickering with unreadable meaning.
Am I really that kind?
Zhonghuang died because he looked at her one second too long—with lust and irreverence in his eyes.
So the Moon God Hall crushed him to meat paste. His entire dynasty was destroyed, turned to dust.
The world claimed that the battle between Moon God and Zhonghuang shocked all ages—but the truth was, the Moon God Hall descended from the heavens in divine radiance.
Zhonghuang didn’t even have time to scream.
Wan Yue returned to the moment and saw Lin Luochen gazing at the chessboard. Her celestial voice rang out, “Do you know how to play?”
“I know a bit,” Lin Luochen replied casually, not showing restraint.
“Then play a game with me?” Wan Yue invited.
“Alright.” Lin Luochen agreed without thinking.
After all, who could refuse such a beauty?
Wan Yue picked up a black piece with her crystal-like fingers. The sound it made when placed on the board was crisp and clear.
Her black hair was like silk. Between her brows shimmered a moon that had not appeared for ten thousand lifetimes.
Lin Luochen picked up the white piece and followed her lead.
Half a day later…
“I give up!” Lin Luochen stared at the chessboard, utterly defeated.
He had been crushed. His Dao heart nearly shattered!
Back on Earth, he had studied Go since he was a child and had won many awards.
There, Go strategy had already reached its peak. Using that skill, he had played against ancient grand powers in his previous life—and never once lost.
Yet now, he’d been utterly dismantled.
“Senior, your skill at Go is terrifying. Truly unmatched!” Lin Luochen exclaimed sincerely.
[You’re inhuman. Not even ancient grand powers could beat me like this. Surviving five moves against you is a miracle!]
After spending half a day together, Lin Luochen realized Wan Yue had no arrogance or hostility toward him, so he let go of all formality.
Hearing Lin Luochen’s heartfelt praise, Wan Yue’s heart stirred slightly. “You’re not bad either…”
“Would you like to become my disciple?”