The Devil is My White Moonlight

He came to the mist again, but paused for a while and looked at Gu Qingqiao behind him. After receiving an affirmative look from the other party, he cautiously entered the mist.

The powerful pressure that attacked him was comparable to that of Mount Tai, and all the spiritual power of the whole body was used to resist the pressure. Until, eventually, the body would be drained of spiritual power, and became incomparably heavy like that of a common man.

The roar of the gust of wind sounded very loud in the ears, and there was a ruthless intent in the wind, which scratched the skin painfully. Time seemed to be extended indefinitely, and with every inch one climbed up, there would be thousands of tiny pains and aches, that seemed like needles were raging on the skin. The bone-chilling cold froze the blood into ice.

The endless pain and cold made Mu Xiyun a little dazed, and there seemed to be a song coming from the whistling wind. 

*****

“…..February is tired of falling plums. On the way home from Xianyuan, Bi Tao urged. Weicheng Siyu persuaded to leave the cup….”

In the distance, the ethereal female voice sang softly, with soul-stirring tenderness. The young people in the small town, fascinated by the singing, wandered through the streets and walked towards the top of the barren mountain like corpses.

It was a Snow Demon that ran rampant in a small town in the northwest, specializing in luring young men with strong vigor to absorb yang energy to aid in cultivation. When Mu Xiyun received the news and went, the Snow Demon had just finished eating, and her soft and beautiful body, which was only covered with only a layer of snow-white tulle, got up from the paralyzed man. She raised her pretty face and looked at the young man in front of her. There was unadorned desire in her eyes. Her red lips parted slightly, and she asked softly, “Is the husband willing to go with me?”

Mu Xiyun’s answer was a ray of sword light.

That year was the first time Mu Xiyun went down the mountain. The seventeen-year-old boy had an indomitable drive and hatred of evil, but he ignored the gap between himself and the other party’s cultivation. Although swordsmanship and will made him last for a few more hours, he was still lost in the end.

The Snow Demon leaned over to look at him, as he was hanging on the edge of the cliff with only a few fingers. Below was an endless abyss. The Snow Demon smiled and stretched out a delicate jade hand to him. “I’ll give you one more chance, handsome young man. Would you like to go with me?”

The pressure came from the top of his head. In the weather in March, an extremely cold wind blew. The fierce cold wind carried ice spears of the Snow Demon, cutting blood on his face, but it caused a wisp of lingering in his heart, just like a person who was on the verge of freezing to death that would suddenly feel extremely hot, became dazed and confused.

Pain forced him to give up resistance, entanglement tempted him to hold tenderness.

The Snow Demon’s charming laughter sounded in the wind. “You are young, don’t you already have someone you like? You know that human love is fleeting, and having fun is the right thing to do.”

Silly demon! Why would you say that to a cultivator? Love-he doesn’t understand all these things.

He only had a simple thought in his heart: “I finally went down the mountain, I want to see that person again.” 

He didn’t know how long he had been dangling in the wind and snow, but the wind suddenly stopped.

A scimitar slashed across, and Snow Demon’s bewitching smile suddenly solidified, and her head separated from her body, turning into a lump of snow. Black boots appeared and stopped in front of his field of vision. He was stunned, and a hand quickly grabbed his wrist.

Is it a hallucination? Did God hear his voice and gave him some false comfort when he was dying?

The young man he met on the Qing bridge back then had grown into a straight and tall man. His broad shoulders contain explosive power, and with just a little effort, Xiyun was pulled up to the top of the cliff. What remained unchanged was his familiar deep eyes, with bright light and a faint smile.

“Ah Yun!”

Gu Qingqiao’s voice contained surprise, but then he became stern, “Why are you so careless? This Snow Demon has been cultivating for hundreds of years, and its realm is above a golden core. You’re only a small foundation level, why do you go straight to a hard fight? You were very clever when you were young, how come you’re dumber as you get older?”

He cursed impolitely in his mouth, but his hands kept injecting him with spiritual energy. Mu Xiyun looked at him for a moment, his body slowly warming up.

As if his mind had not recovered from the huge surprise of meeting each other, there were suddenly tears in his eyes. Mu Xiyun’s voice was hoarse, as if there were thousands of words, but he couldn’t utter a single one.

“Senior martial brother?” 

A young boy’s voice sounded from behind, and a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy turned around the corner of the cliff.

The same black dress as Gu Qingqiao, the same black gold belt, hair tied up with a narrow vermilion band with gold edging. There was no flaw on the boy’s face, white as a cloud in the sky, with a hint of femininity in his beautiful eyebrows, and a little red mole on the corner of his left eye, revealing a little seductiveness and the corners of his mouth curved into a perfect smile.

There seemed to be a trace of embarrassment in Gu Qingqiao’s eyes, his hand suddenly exerted force, and Xiyun’s wrist tingled for a moment. 

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 “Junior Brother Mu, Mu!” The stabbing pain in his wrist and the call in his ear made Mu Xiyun suddenly come back to his senses.

He had climbed to the edge of the cave, and the icy waterfall splashed on his arms, his hands turning red from freezing. Gu Qingqiao had already climbed into the cave, and was standing on the edge of it, reaching out and grabbing his wrist.

Xiyun tapped lightly on his feet and jumped into the cave with the other’s pull. 

“Don’t worry!”

Gu Qingqiao stood in front of him, rubbing his hands and helping him warm it. “Let’s take a rest first and wait for them.” 

This wait took half an hour.

The cave was not big, and the water rushed past, splashing countless tiny droplets, dampening their clothes. Mu Xiyun sat cross-legged on a slightly protruding rock at the entrance of the cave, as far away from the icy water as possible. Gu Qingqiao squatted behind him and checked the Qiankun bags of the two of them carefully.

Finally, Deng Xi’s voice came from below, and it seemed that Fang Rui was also there. They heard Deng Xian ask, “Junior Brother Fang, is there anyone else coming up below?”

“No, no.” Fang Rui said with a snarl. “They are all lazy. Many of them went back halfway through, and there were two or three who followed me, but they couldn’t hold on much longer. Now there’s only two of us. How about you?”

“It’s not easy,” Deng Xi’s voice came. “There’s a lot of pressure in the fog, along with a violent wind. With my cultivation, I’m afraid I won’t be able to last for half a column of incense.” 

“What the hell, but I am not as good as you!” 

Immediately afterwards, Fang Rui shouted, “The two senior brothers, have you arrived yet? We can’t go up!”

Mu Xiyun looked back at Gu Qingqiao, and it seemed like that he’s not planning on helping. 

Gu Qingqiao shouted, “We are here. If you can’t come up, go down first.”

“Then take care of yourselves!” Fang Rui yelled again. 

“Let’s go.” 

Mu Xiyun stood up, and a gust of wind blew over his head, making him almost stumble backwards. Gu Qingqiao quickly stood up, and the wind immediately eased up. It turned out that this man had been behind him to shield him from the wind.

“Let’s go in.” Gu Qingqiao turned and walked forward for about ten steps, but did not hear Mu Xiyun’s footsteps following him. He turned back strangely and saw him standing at the entrance of the cave staring at him.

The sunlight outside the cave gave the immortal cultivator in white a layer of glitter, but also not seeing his expression clearly. Gu Qingqiao hurried back and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”

Mu Xiyun lowered her eyes and said, “There is ice on your back.” 

When he was protecting him from the wind, with clothes that were already soaked in the icy water mist, it was suspected that it frosted due the biting cold wind.

“It’s okay, I’m not feeling cold.” Gu Qingqiao grinned.

Gu Qingqiao still led the way. The pressure in the cave was still there, and both of them were low on spiritual energy. He really couldn’t tell how much spiritual energy was needed to dry his clothes. After walking for a while, he just suddenly felt that his vest warmed, and that a low-level fire talisman was on his back, making his clothes instantly dry.

The corners of his mouth couldn’t help bending upwards, he whispered, “Thank you.” 

There was a muffled laughter behind him, Gu Qingqiao stopped and smiled. 

“I said, I’m not…” 

“No, it won’t burn…” 

At the beginning, their smiles couldn’t be contained. Knowing that there was really nothing funny, the two of them couldn’t stop laughing.

The cave had come to an end, and there was a curtain of light in front of them. It was impossible to see what was glowing, but there was still space behind the light curtain, and the icy river water was pouring out from this gleaming space.

The two reached out and probed, and their palms passed directly through the light curtain. In the space behind the light curtain, there was a gust of wind, and as soon as the palms of the two entered, they felt a strong gust of wind. They both groaned and pulled back together.

The spiritual power was still suppressed, but there seemed to be no other damage. After calming down, the two stood side by side in front of the light curtain and stepped forward together.

The pressure immediately came crashing down, and the little remaining spiritual power in the body was immediately suppressed to the death, Gu Qingqiao took two steps forward, and a wind unexpectedly came his way, he hurriedly pulled out his knife to block, and the wind hit the knife with a “ding” sound as if it was solid thing, and his arm instantly became sore and numb. He pulled Mu Xiyun behind him, held both knives together, and walked forward against the wind.

After walking less than three feet, the two knives had blocked more than a dozen winds in a row. His hands were already trembling and sore and his breath had also become labored. He paused in footsteps, and Mu Xiyun immediately stepped forward, unsheathed his long sword, and blocked a gust of wind with a “ding”. Without turning his head, he said, “Let’s change!”

Fortunately, the space behind the light curtain was not too long. After the two exchanged five or six times, they finally reached the edge of the barrier. As they took a step forward at a time, their eyes were slowly filled with a river full of waves. The exit of the barrier was actually in a big river.

Xiyun let out a soft grunt, and the long sword in his hand turned and stabbed, and sure enough, it stabbed a hard object with a “ding” sound. It only needed little strength to break. Afterwards, Mu Xiyun flew up lightly, with the other hand on Gu Qingqiao’s arm, the two of them flew up in mid air.

There was a burst of relief on his body, and it seemed that the pressure of the enchantment was limited to the side of Lingshan, but it had no effect on the inside.

Mu Xiyun chanted an enchantment and the long sword became bigger and floated in the air. The two turned around and stood on the sword, and then they began to look around carefully. 

There was chaos in front of them.

The mountains, water, and sky were all shrouded in a thick gray fog, which could not be seen clearly. Behind the thick fog, there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes peeping; in the sound of the wind, there seemed to be countless creatures whispering.

“Here….is?” 

“Bei Yuan.”

Bei Yuan, located in the north of Linmo Abyss, under the Snow Mountain, was already within the scope of the Demon World. Legend has it that the spiritual energy here was withering, and that it was a barren land. Even in the Demon World, there was no creature that could survive here for a long time. 

But it was the source of all rivers in the entire continent. The meltwater on the snow-capped mountains merged into glaciers, rushing from here to all around.

Where the two were now was the largest of them.

The galloping river was majestic, with a thunderous roar running downstream in a destructive way. But now, in the middle of the big river, there was a small island.

The island was not naturally formed. A round shape like a pig crystal was built into a high platform, and most of it was submerged into the river. The side of the high platform was facing the river and a huge array was flashing slightly. When the surging river hit the array, it didn’t create any splashes or waves but only disappeared into the array.