Despite Mo Xuan knowing it was a losing fight, he wasn’t willing to give up.
Thanks to the Nine Yin girl’s awakening, the moon was unusually strong, making his Crimson Moon Scripture smoother.
The Crimson Moon Scripture was all about absorbing yin essence and condensing it into powerful techniques to attack or defend.
With the unusual full moon that day, Mo Xuan had it easy because the moon is the strongest manifestation of yin energy, so the air was filled with abundant yin essence.
Taking a fighting stance, Mo Xuan injected all the yin essence he had gathered into his sword and attacked.
However, Zhao Aotian didn’t move and just stood with his hands behind his back.
As the piercing yin spiritual energy approached him, he simply raised a single hand, palm open.
The attack halted mid-air, suspended as if time itself had stopped.
Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he sent it back—faster, stronger, deadlier.
Mo Xuan coughed out blood as the attack hit him despite creating a barrier to shield himself.
That emotionless old man really wasn’t holding back!
he thought, examining the extent of his internal injuries.
“That is enough, Brother Zhao,” a powerful voice said.
Everyone turned to the direction of the voice and watched as a beautiful young man clad in dark blue robes descended from the sky.
“Greetings, Esteemed Elder,” the Feng family, the Spirit Severing and Dao Integration realm cultivators with Mo Xuan and Wang Teng greeted, bowing their heads in respect.
Though Mo Xuan was a demonic cultivator, he knew his limit and didn’t want to offend what was high above him.
Ning Wuhen only nodded and strode towards Zhao Aotian.
With each step he took, the air around him pulsed with a staggering energy.
This man was currently the most powerful cultivator in the entire Han Empire and the Grand Elder of the Celestial Moon Dao Sect.
Ning Wuhen was already at the mid-stage of Tribulation Transcendence.
Though there were others at this realm, none had been able to defeat him, making him the strongest in the entire Han Empire.
Unlike Zhao Aotian, the cultivation path of the Celestial Moon Dao Sect was the belief that emotions are part of the Dao and must be refined.
Because of this, they rarely had heart demons unless they were indecisive.
All those Spirit Severing and Dao Integration realm cultivators had fled at this point, with the exception of Mo Xuan and Wang Teng.
“The Nine Yin girl is already growing weak.
It is not the time for fights,” Ning Wuhen said.
“Her awakening doesn’t seem to be stable.
She will be safer in my hands.
Brother Zhao, don’t mind the offence,” the man finished with an expressionless face.
Reading Ning Wuhen’s intentions, Zhao Aotian immediately left the Feng residence, but his voice still echoed across loud and clear: “Don’t forget, you owe me this time.”
Ning Wuhen chuckled slightly, staring at the fading figure.
When he finally turned around, he walked to Feng Xianyue, looking solemnly at her pitiful state, and let out a sigh.
Feng Xianyue dreamt of the past—her life before her death, the struggles to provide for herself, the loneliness.
Then she dreamt of her new life, the peaceful days with her grandmother, the love those days taught her.
All the memories of the peaceful days suddenly became drenched in blood, and Feng Xianyue abruptly woke up with a tear-stained face.
Feng Xianyue quickly pushed away the silk quilt from her body, stumbling from the bed to the ground.
It can’t be true…
it must be a dream, her sick mind spinning tales.
She absolutely refused to believe her grandmother—her only family—was gone.
But then she saw it.
Laying on the floor was the ice casing, and her world fell apart.
Feng Xianyue let out an anguished sob, falling to the ground while holding onto her aching heart.
It hurts so much…
so much.
This feeling of loss was a pain and hurt she had never felt before.
Crawling to her grandmother’s corpse, she hugged it and cried her heart out, not without promising in her heart to avenge her.
“I promise you, Grandmother…
I swear by my name, Feng Xianyue, before heaven and earth, to bring an end to the Feng family and avenge you.”
“Are you already thinking of revenge when you are this weak?” An alluring voice suddenly spoke behind her.
Startled, Feng Xianyue immediately stood up, looking at the unfamiliar figure with a wary gaze.
He was tall with long silver hair and had a pleasing face.
In both lifetimes, Feng Xianyue had never seen such beauty before.
His phoenix eyes, which were slightly upturned at the corners, had a gentle yet clever glow, as if no secrets could hide from them.
Feng Xianyue had never felt so exposed before a person.
She didn’t even notice someone was in the room.
It was then she took in her surroundings—it was unfamiliar.
Was it the Feng residence?
Feng Xianyue thought but immediately shook her head in denial.
The air in this place was too clean and peaceful.
It was unlikely.
“Who are you?” Feng Xianyue asked, watching as he walked towards a table and sat, pouring a cup of tea.
He placed it across from him and gestured for her to sit.
Sitting down, Feng Xianyue glanced at the cup of tea without reaching for it.
Ning Wuhen saw this and smiled, liking how cautious his new disciple was.
It had been such a long time since he last took in a student.
Being in seclusion for centuries, he had been so close to advancing but lost the opportunity when he felt an unfinished karmic tie in his mortal journey.
As he was in contemplation, he felt an overwhelming yin essence around the world, as if a dam had broken, and it was then he knew that for him to ascend, this karmic tie—whether a blessing or a curse—must be severed. This story is hosted at g.com.
“My name is Ning Wuhen, the Sect Leader of the Celestial Moon Dao Sect.
Are you willing to be my last disciple?”
Feng Xianyue was amazed at this information.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would meet her favourite character from the novel.
He was wise, powerful, and kind, also the master to the main character.
She had liked his character because of how passionate he was about cultivation, but alas, he suddenly disappeared when he was about to ascend, and the book strangely didn’t mention him again.
However, at this moment, Feng Xianyue didn’t have the enthusiasm to appreciate this moment.
She felt nothing but numbness.
How could she care about meeting a fictional character when her grandmother lay dead?
“Am I at the Celestial Moon Dao Sect, Elder?” she asked, wondering what had happened after she fainted.
When he nodded, she sighed in relief.
She had a feeling that she was safe here.
“Why take me as a disciple…
I am not particularly talented.”
“Think of it as fate,” he said.
“I will need to send my grandmother to rest before I pay my respects to you,” Feng Xianyue said, looking at the lying figure.
“There is no rush,” Ning Wuhen said.
“However, I will need you to let go of the hatred in your heart.”
Incredulous, Feng Xianyue was in disbelief at his words.
He couldn’t be serious!
“You might feel unreconciled now, but it’s for your own good.
Cultivating with a heart filled with hatred will eventually breed an inner demon in you.
In the end, advancing in the future will become difficult,” Ning Wuhen explained calmly.
Ning Wuhen’s gaze softened.
“I know you want revenge.
I know your heart burns with it.
But a flame that burns too bright will consume the one holding it.
Let it cool.
Let it harden into steel.
When the time is right, you will have your justice—but only if you survive long enough to claim it.”
“Think it over as you lay your grandmother to rest.
What is destined by fate cannot be avoided; what is not destined cannot be forced.
This is not the time for vengeance.”