After Transmigrating as the Obsessive Villain, I Got a Happy Ending with the White Moonlight - Chapter 2

Qiu Yin frowned internally. The original host had been inducted into the sect for over a decade and was the fastest disciple in the last century to form a Golden Core. In terms of genius, even her predecessors couldn’t match her, and she had always relied on her high cultivation to act without inhibition, walking proudly through the Taiqing Sect. But the spiritual pressure from a Peak Nascent Soul cultivator that had just surged out of the snowy hall instantly choked her. Though it vanished quickly, it still put her on high alert.

Lu Wansi had joined the sect even later and hadn’t yet achieved her “reversal,” so she was naturally also affected by the Nascent Soul pressure, but she quickly dismissed it, no longer concerned with Qiu Yin. She cried out in surprise: “Master, you’ve decided to see me!”

The Junior Sister looked overjoyed, as if thinking, “Master truly cares about me and opened the door for me.” Qiu Yin couldn’t help but inwardly scoff: Did your Master really not just open the door because you were being too loud?

There was a long silence inside the hall, leaving only the sound of the frost and snow urging decay, until a low, hoarse cough faintly surfaced, and someone emerged from the snow.

It was the Jade Splendor Immortal, Nan Hanyu.

The legendary supreme immortal did not arrive on clouds or moonbeams. Instead, she walked barefoot in the snow. Her white robes were disheveled by the wind, her loose long hair slightly lifting. Her exposed skin blended into the color of the snow. She looked less like she had been sitting in meditative retreat for a few months and more like a lost immortal buried in the snow for hundreds of years, awakened by a disturbance, unsure of the present day.

In Qiu Yin’s limited imagination, this was what an immortal looked like.

She thought, it was entirely understandable that Lu Wansi fell in love with the Jade Splendor Immortal at first sight.

Qiu Yin marveled at the beauty of the solitary snow, but still kept her distance. She pondered the original plot, thinking about how to escape the melodramatic and fatal ending…

Should she find a chance to escape the Taiqing Sect, or solve the problem at the root by getting the female lead and the White Moonlight together so they wouldn’t bother her?

As soon as Nan Hanyu appeared, Lu Wansi rushed toward her, full of worry and affection: “Master, why did you come out dressed so sparsely? Please go back inside quickly.”

The relic-like immortal didn’t move. Her entire being lacked any bright color, but her deep, placid eyes reflected none of the white that enclosed her.

For some reason, Nan Hanyu’s expressionless gaze suddenly dropped, fixing on the striking streak of red amidst the tedious white.

Qiu Yin’s heart skipped a beat. In that instant, Nan Hanyu’s figure separated from the wind and snow in her eyes, unable to merge back in.

The immortal, the Immortal is looking at her!

Should she say something? Wait, the female lead is right in front of you, why are you looking at me?!

Her Master, who was as cold as ice flowing in blood, made Qiu Yin feel a sudden heat under that gaze, causing her to look away.

This won’t do. With an immortal of this caliber, she felt she would eventually lose control. She needed to find an opportunity quickly to stay far away from the storm center that was the Taiqing Sect.

Qiu Yin didn’t realize that she had already silently eliminated the second option of “getting the female lead and the White Moonlight together.”

Lu Wansi received no response and assumed Nan Hanyu still didn’t want to talk to her. The aggrieved feeling resurfaced: “Master, why aren’t you speaking to me? Are you still angry with Wansi?”

Nan Hanyu had already withdrawn her gaze and ignored Lu Wansi’s self-pity. She was back to her cold demeanor: “The wind and snow on Hanging Moon Peak cannot drown you out. My ears cannot find peace.”

This meant she was annoyed that they were noisy and disrupting her cultivation.

“Disciple’s fault.” Qiu Yin, wary of the Peak Nascent Soul pressure, bowed to Nan Hanyu before slowly stepping into the doorway. She was naturally beautiful and seductive, with a mischievous charm like a fox when she smiled. “I apologize for disturbing Master’s seclusion. I will take Junior Sister to the Disciplinary Hall to receive punishment shortly. However, I hope Master does not hurt her body because of naughty disciples.”

Lu Wansi had initially intended to complain to Nan Hanyu in private about how much the Second Senior Sister had difficult for her. Now, Qiu Yin had successfully gotten in first, making Lu Wansi seem ignorant and rude. Even if she agreed, she was a step too slow and had been subtly labeled a “naughty disciple.”

She bit her lip: “Master…”

Nan Hanyu acknowledged them with a simple “Mm,” which settled their punishment. As for their argument, with Nan Hanyu’s cultivation, she had heard everything clearly, even while in seclusion. She addressed Qiu Yin: “Since the spiritual herb was collected by you, you are free to dispose of it.”

Lu Wansi’s eyes widened instantly. She didn’t understand why her Master was so indifferent when she clearly did this for her.

Qiu Yin felt relieved. She smiled at the indignant Lu Wansi, who felt a chill run down her spine, and then heard her Second Senior Sister say: “I think Junior Sister is right, Master needs it more than I do. Consider it compensation for disturbing Master’s seclusion. I hope Master doesn’t despise my weak efforts, only managing to collect Heartless Grass.”

Heartless Grass was not an ordinary spiritual herb. Its most valuable trait was its applicability to all cultivation levels.

Every time an immortal advanced to a new major realm, it was a process of rebirth and reshaping the spiritual body. Heartless Grass, being hollow and rootless, could clear spiritual meridians and refine spiritual bones. Its effect merely weakened the higher the realm, but it was better than nothing.

Nan Hanyu, however, waved her hand: “Advancing to Godhood is like a mortal ascending to heaven; one spiritual herb cannot build a celestial ladder. You have just formed your Golden Core and your cultivation is unstable. Keep it for yourself.”

Qiu Yin was taken aback, surprised that the hands-off Jade Splendor Immortal actually remembered her second disciple’s cultivation level. She respectfully replied, “Yes.”

“Since there is nothing else, you may both leave.” Nan Hanyu dismissed them, turning to walk back. The foremost immortal attempting to cross into the Godhood realm seemed to have emerged from her busy seclusion simply to rule on the ownership of a spiritual herb between her two disciples, and was now returning to the end of the deep snow.

“Wait, Master!” Lu Wansi had been completely ignored, but the more this happened, the more convinced she was that Nan Hanyu had entered seclusion because of her and was angry with her. She wanted to stop Nan Hanyu.

Nan Hanyu finally gave her a direct look, so cold it made one’s heart tremble: “What, have you, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, forgotten the way to the Disciplinary Hall?”

This was telling them to go receive their punishment. Lu Wansi was usually obedient and polite. Her occasional antics were seen as the Junior Sister being spoiled and were indulged. She had never been to the Disciplinary Hall, which was exclusively for wayward disciples.

Recalling the various cruel punishments her fellow disciples had told her about, Lu Wansi was instantly on the verge of tears.

Qiu Yin, on the other hand, was completely unfazed. The Second Senior Sister’s infamous reputation was more memorable than the sect’s thousand-word rules. If the Junior Sister visited Hanging Moon Peak more often than her own cave dwelling, then the Disciplinary Hall was Qiu Yin’s second home.

She grabbed the unyielding Junior Sister, leading her out without question, and didn’t forget to address Nan Hanyu: “Junior Sister didn’t know the way—she should have said so earlier! I know it, very well, in fact. Master, you old dear, take your time with your cultivation.”

Although both were in the early stages, the Golden Core realm was a major boundary beyond the Foundation Establishment realm. Lu Wansi couldn’t break free. With tears blurring her eyes, she gazed at Nan Hanyu’s retreating back, wallowed in self-pity for a moment, and then angrily stopped looking.

The snow on Hanging Moon Peak never stopped falling, burrowing into Nan Hanyu’s already disheveled robe. She coughed twice again. Just before the two “naughty disciples” disappeared from the peak, she gave a fleeting glance at the hand Qiu Yin was using to hold Lu Wansi, then turned back to the white light in the sky, gradually becoming swallowed by the wind and snow.

Leaving the peak, Lu Wansi violently shook off Qiu Yin’s hand. Qiu Yin didn’t mind, even having the heart to tease: “Junior Sister knows the way again?”

“Don’t trouble yourself, Second Senior Sister!” Lu Wansi threw the Heartless Grass into Qiu Yin’s arms and flew away on her sword in a huff without saying goodbye. Qiu Yin put the spiritual herb away, thinking that was convenient, as she actually didn’t know the way herself, saving her the trouble of making excuses.

The little girl waited for her. Seeing one Senior Sister fly away angrily and the other in good spirits, she dared not ask.

Qiu Yin asked: “Little girl, what is your name? Which peak are you from?”

The child, who looked no older than seven or eight, realized she hadn’t introduced herself and formally bowed: “Second Senior Sister, you can call me A-Xi. I am from Marvelous Spring Peak. The Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters assigned me to look after Second Senior Sister.”

Marvelous Spring Peak cultivated the Pill Dao, having many immortal doctors among its disciples, serving as the solid logistical support for the entire sect’s injured.

But though they were called gentle physicians, each one possessed countless bizarre poisoning techniques. No one could afford to offend these “fragile” pill cultivators. Compared to the Disciplinary Hall, Marvelous Spring Peak was actually the most feared place for the belligerent sword cultivators.

A-Xi was not a personal disciple; she was an inner-sect disciple brought in by a personal disciple and was assigned to Marvelous Spring Peak.

She was young, so major tasks weren’t assigned to her, and they were reluctant to give her heavy labor. Taking care of the unconscious disciple of the Jade Splendor Immortal was the biggest task she had ever received.

“In that case, A-Xi, are you hungry?”

“Ah?”

Mortals aspiring to become immortals must abstain from grains (辟谷) to expel impurities and maintain the purity of their spiritual meridians. Foundation Establishment cultivators and above only focused on cultivation. Outer-sect disciples might occasionally indulge, but their daily diet was usually simple and bland, paler than the palates of the elderly. The Second Senior Sister was already Golden Core; what was this all about?

With a free, pleasing little guide, Qiu Yin played coy: “Let’s go. I’ll take you to taste rare delicacies. To the Disciplinary Hall.”

It turned out that only the peak of Hanging Moon Peak was cold and inhospitable in the Taiqing Sect. Other areas were rich in spiritual energy, allowing for flourishing plant life.

The Disciplinary Hall, located beneath the Peak Lord’s mountain, stood in a bamboo forest, like a stone relic from another world. The plaque bore the three stern characters, “Disciplinary Hall,” carved without familial feeling.

The moment Qiu Yin stepped inside, she instinctively dodged, and a white feather, sharper than a blade, grazed her face.

The head of the Disciplinary Hall, stooped over, slowly walked out, finding Qiu Yin’s presence unsurprising. He didn’t spare her a glance: “Third Son is inside. Go take your own punishment.”

The Hall Head was an old man with white hair, only slightly taller than A-Xi. His wrinkled face was grim, as if the world owed him thirty million dollars and everyone else was useless. He looked like a villain from the same mold as her.

Qiu Yin wasn’t afraid of him. The Hall Head was arrogant but valued talent. The original host was currently the most talented person in the entire Taiqing Sect. Therefore, although the old man often insulted her and launched sneak attacks, he was actually trying to train her and was quite good to the original host.

“Are you going out? Have a safe trip. I’ll go find Third Son.”

Qiu Yin led the trembling A-Xi through the door, not forgetting to wave goodbye to the old Hall Head. It was better this way, as his presence made things complicated.

Third Son was a handyman under the old Hall Head. Though he came from the outer sect, he worked more efficiently than most inner-sect members. Most importantly, he was easy to fool.

Third Son was clearly familiar with this frequent visitor to the Disciplinary Hall. He rolled his eyes, flipped his hand, and laid out a row of disciplinary tablets with varying levels of punishment. “Second Senior Sister, a regular customer, pick one.”

Qiu Yin: “…”

No need for that.

Qiu Yin’s finger slid across the characters on the tablets, teasingly trying to glean information: “The place is deserted. Am I the only one visiting today?”

Third Son chuckled foolishly: “Second Senior Sister, you jest. Besides you, no one else is kind enough to visit every day.”

Qiu Yin gave a light scolding, inwardly thinking that Lu Wansi indeed hadn’t come.

Well, Nan Hanyu didn’t concern herself with secular matters and wouldn’t specially send a message to the Disciplinary Hall.

And Lu Wansi was the most obedient and adorable darling of the Taiqing Sect. How could she humble herself to come and receive punishment?

Since that was the case, and Master was absent, she, as the Second Senior Sister, needed to fulfill her duty.

So, Qiu Yin picked up the tablet inscribed with “Second Class Admonishment: Transgression against the Master.” Third Son naturally took it. Just as he was about to record it, he heard Qiu Yin say: “Lu Wansi, a disciple of Hanging Moon Peak, committed a Second Class Admonishment. By order of the Jade Splendor Immortal, she is to be punished at the Disciplinary Hall. Please send a message to my Junior Sister, Third Son.”

Third Son was so shocked that his calligraphy brush split: “Wha—who did you say?”

“My Junior Sister, Lu Wansi, of course,” Qiu Yin asked knowingly. “You don’t know her?”

“Of course I know her! That’s not the point! Qiu Yin, you’re not trying to trick me, are you?” Lu Wansi committing a transgression and receiving punishment at the Disciplinary Hall sounded as ridiculous as Qiu Yin suddenly reforming and never returning.

Qiu Yin pushed Third Son aside, sitting in the main chair and petting the white crane on the armrest with a loving look: “If you don’t believe me, ask my Master—who raised this big goose? It’s quite plump, is it the Hall Head’s?”

“That’s a white crane!”

Third Son immediately backed down once Qiu Yin brought up the Jade Splendor Immortal. Qiu Yin always spoke carelessly and had played tricks on him before, but she never joked about her icy immortal master.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he recorded the punishment as Qiu Yin dictated. As he finished the last stroke, he suddenly realized: “Then what about you? Did you just come to deliver a message?”

“…Tsk.” Qiu Yin gave him a smug, “you’re quite quick-witted” expression.

Third Son’s veins pulsed: “I knew it!” He added Qiu Yin’s name after Lu Wansi’s, writing those two characters with exceptional familiarity.

“You’re all used to it now anyway,” Qiu Yin said with a laugh, waving goodbye to Third Son as he went to send the message. Then she grabbed the great goose by the neck, stifling its final squawk, and asked gently, “Did the old man use your feathers to sneak attack me just now?”

A-Xi stood to the side, maintaining a poker face and silently reciting the Heart Purity Sutra.

“Second Senior Sister, the message has been sent. Your and Junior Sister Lu’s punishment is the same: one month of facing the wall—”

After sending the message to Lu Wansi, Third Son handled some urgent work for the Disciplinary Hall. When he returned to the main hall, it was empty, leaving only scattered bones and the lingering scent of roasted goose.

Third Son: “…”

Third Son shouted to the heavens: “Qiu Yin, you ran away from your punishment again!!”

Meanwhile, at the entrance to Marvelous Spring Peak, A-Xi nervously asked, “Second Senior Sister, is this really okay?”

Qiu Yin was unconcerned: “What’s there to fear? The Disciplinary Hall staff have tough hearts. Do you think they’re like you ‘fragile and helpless’ pill cultivators?”

She explored the Taiqing Sect while mentally sorting through the plot.

In the book, Qiu Yin didn’t manage to find Lu Wansi, who still met Nan Hanyu. After some tearful pestering, Nan Hanyu’s attitude remained cold, but she eventually accepted the Heartless Grass, not wanting to be bothered further.

Lu Wansi consoled herself that Master cared about her, but was also hurt by Nan Hanyu’s coldness and felt tormented. She couldn’t bear to disturb her Master again, so the comforting embrace of the gentle Qiu Yin came into use.

The unhappiness over Qiu Yin’s private use of the Heartless Grass was smoothed over by Lu Wansi’s sweet words. Over the next month, the back-and-forth reliance made the original host increasingly cherish Lu Wansi. Despite her own unhealed injuries, she accompanied Lu Wansi on an expedition south to slay demons, only to be ambushed by the demonic path.

Lu Wansi, protected by the original host and the female lead halo, was naturally fine, but Qiu Yin was severely wounded a second time, damaging her foundation. This was why Lu Wansi eventually surpassed her in cultivation, leading to her later descent into the demonic path.

…No, absolutely no going out next month!

The plan to leave the Taiqing Sect would have to be delayed for now.

Marvelous Spring Peak was eternally spring, always radiating boundless vitality. Qiu Yin sent A-Xi back, and the gentle breeze helped dissipate a lot of the irritation in her heart.

Yet, despite the spring scene before her, Qiu Yin inexplicably thought of the snow on Hanging Moon Peak. The white-robed immortal, belonging to the snow, and the low cough hidden in the wind still echoed in her ears.

She suddenly realized that the untouchable immortal in the book did not match her perception.

Nan Hanyu was the closest person to Godhood today. Her Unstained Sword had defeated countless enemies and lost souls, earning her the reputation of “One Sword Unstained, Immortal for an Era.” How could she look like a sickly person riddled with ailments from being force-fed bitter medicine?

Could the Sword Immortal of the foremost immortal sect also suffer from the three thousand illnesses of the mortal world?

The book only described Nan Hanyu’s coldness towards the female lead, never mentioning if she had internal injuries. There might be hidden details, and these unmentioned or inconsistent plot points were her breakthrough.

The original host’s severe injury from fighting the Four-Tailed Fierce Beast was mostly flesh wound pain. It needed rest and recuperation, not involving the spiritual meridians or bones at all. The Heartless Grass was completely unnecessary.

In any case, her goal was to prevent Lu Wansi from getting it, stopping her from continuing to harm herself. As for Nan Hanyu… she hadn’t done anything wrong to her.

Perhaps the setting was that she treated everyone with cold indifference so that her eventual warming up to the female lead would highlight the heroine’s immense charm?

Who cares? Anyway, her cheap Master was a genuine immortal beauty. Giving the spiritual herb to an immortal didn’t bother her.

So Qiu Yin asked: “A-Xi, can your Marvelous Spring Peak brew the Heartless Grass?”