After Transmigrating as the Obsessive Villain, I Got a Happy Ending with the White Moonlight - Chapter 4

When Qiu Yin climbed to the peak of Hanging Moon Peak again, the first thing she regretted was not wearing more layers.

The snow scratched her handsome face, leaving it numb. Qiu Yin protected the medicinal soup and herself with spiritual energy and knocked on the door of the Hanging Moon Hall.

Lu Wansi had to resort to tears and drama to get the door open. Qiu Yin expected to knock for a long time, but after just one knock, the door opened instantly. The vast, empty courtyard stretched to the end, with no one in sight.

Qiu Yin was surprised. She tentatively called out: “Master?”

No one answered.

But the open door must mean permission to enter. Qiu Yin confidently stepped inside. After searching the main hall and courtyard, she found Nan Hanyu in the long pavilion in the back garden.

The white-robed immortal sat in the pavilion, serene as a painting, gazing into the distance. Her jade-like hand rested lightly on the edge of a teacup, the steam blurring her eyebrows and eyes. She asked, “Do you know what is over there?”

Qiu Yin used the medicine bowl to push the teacup forward, brazenly performing a “stealthy substitution.” The Heartless Grass decoction came to rest directly beneath Nan Hanyu’s hand: “My schoolwork is terrible. Besides the Disciplinary Hall and the places for food and fun, I’m not familiar with anything in Taiqing Sect, let alone what’s beyond the mountain. Please don’t trouble me, Master.”

Nan Hanyu silently watched her small movement, but didn’t argue. She commented flatly: “You are indeed more diligent in coming here than going to the Disciplinary Hall.”

Qiu Yin was slow to grasp her Master’s meaning—that she was more frequent in visiting the Disciplinary Hall and pursuing pleasure than coming to the peak of Hanging Moon. What did this mean? Didn’t the Jade Splendor Immortal dislike being bothered? Why was she here, to annoy her? Lu Wansi was enough of a handful, wasn’t she?

But Qiu Yin looked again at the snowy peak, where heaven and earth seemed soundless, and she felt loneliness was perfectly natural. “But I’m here now. Master, after much thought, I’m quite resilient. Giving the Heartless Grass to me would be like burning a hundred-year-old pine tree for firewood—a wasteful overkill. It should be burned for you—no, I mean, for you to drink.”

Nan Hanyu silently stared at the medicinal soup brewed by her unlucky disciple. There was no movement. Qiu Yin felt stuck between advancing and retreating. She decided to harden her heart, picked up the bowl, blew on it, and prepared to fully commit to service by personally feeding her Master.

Suddenly, her ear caught a faint hiss. A snow-colored white snake, which had been hiding in wait for a long time, leaped up from the ground, aiming for Qiu Yin’s wrist. Qiu Yin had only recently adapted to spiritual energy, and her reaction was ultimately slow. The medicine bowl fell to the ground, the decoction scattered into the snow, and was instantly licked clean by the white snake.

Qiu Yin got angry. She reached out to grab the thief by its neck, but Nan Hanyu slapped her hand, making her yelp. The white snake vanished in an instant, returning to the sea like water, nowhere to be found. Qiu Yin was indignant: “Master, it was the one stealing food, why did you hit me? Now look, after all that fuss over the herb, neither of us got it.”

She’s taking its side, she thought. But the next moment, Qiu Yin suddenly froze. Goosebumps crawled up the back of her neck. In the original book, after Nan Hanyu reluctantly accepted the Heartless Grass, she didn’t use it, merely putting it aside, and it was eventually swallowed by a white snake disguised in the snow!

How could this be… did the plot loop back again?

Nan Hanyu picked up the teacup that her unlucky disciple had pushed away, took a sip, and gave her a light glance before saying, “The sect all say that the second disciple of Hanging Moon Peak is astonishingly talented, achieving Golden Core in twenty years, and capable of inheriting my mantle. But when I was twenty, I never suffered from unstable spiritual energy, nor was I successfully ambushed by a spiritual snake.”

Qiu Yin’s heart leaped wildly. For a second, she thought she was exposed, but she quickly calmed down, pretending to be a delinquent disciple who had played too much, and said with some guilt: “…That was an accident.”

Nan Hanyu ignored her awkward defense and gazed into the distant sky outside the pavilion again: “Taiqing Mountain is in the north. Hanging Moon Peak is in the north of Taiqing Mountain. And further north of Hanging Moon Peak is the legendary place where the first immortal achieved Godhood, the place every person who enters the immortal gate gazes towards throughout their lives.”

Qiu Yin’s mind was still reeling from the plot reversal and the fear of exposure. She subconsciously looked in that direction, seeing nothing but boundless white. Her heart, which had been wildly oscillating, now settled into an empty stillness. Did her Master feel this way after gazing into the distance for so many days and nights?

It was said that Nan Hanyu was the closest person to Godhood today. So Qiu Yin, like a mortal child asking their mother about the return of a lost loved one, asked almost innocently: “Will Master go there one day?”

Nan Hanyu seemed taken aback for a moment. She lowered her eyes, appearing too lazy to bother with her, and ignored the question: “To the north borders the Divine Realm; to the south enters the Myriad Demon Den. Cultivators of all paths walk north, dedicated to achieving the Dao and Godhood. Few manage to reach it. Only you possess the talent to reach the north, yet you are entangled by worldly affairs, drawn to the mortal world in the south, greedy for pleasure.”

Qiu Yin weakly countered: “I have not.”

Nan Hanyu gave the self-unaware disciple a faint look.

Qiu Yin instantly backed down: “It is my lack of willpower, I neglected my cultivation, causing Master to worry. Rest assured, I will definitely stay away from all that nonsense. From now on, I will accompany you in gazing north.”

I will absolutely not go south with Lu Wansi to do missions!

Nan Hanyu did not respond, leaving Qiu Yin in suspense for a long time. When the little disciple was getting anxious, she gave a barely audible “Mm,” ending the Master’s lecture to her disciple, and returned to drinking tea and watching the snow.

This means I can leave? Qiu Yin tentatively took a step back. Seeing Nan Hanyu remain unmoved, she breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to make a run for it.

Honestly, I failed to deliver the medicine and instead got lectured by Master. What was the point?

A white crane was flying toward Hanging Moon Peak from the horizon, flapping its white feathers. With the white snake’s theft fresh in mind, Qiu Yin was highly vigilant. Just before the crane landed in front of the pavilion, Qiu Yin controlled her spiritual energy to create a gust of wind, instantly snaring the majestic immortal beast like a rope, tying it up like a great goose ready for roasting. She straightened up, quite pleased with herself, and proved: “See, Master? I told you that was an accident.”

The white crane had likely never encountered such a morally bankrupt thing in its life. Along with the hatred for its brother who met a tragic end under cumin, it let out an angry cry. A piece of white paper hanging from its neck fell off, floating down and landing squarely in Nan Hanyu’s outstretched hand.

Qiu Yin immediately felt a bad premonition. She strained to peer closer, but as the Jade Splendor Immortal opened it, the message read: “Qiu Yin of Hanging Moon Peak has committed a Second Class Admonishment, punished with one month of facing the wall. Due to repeated escape from punishment, two additional months are added—Personally delivered to the Jade Splendor Immortal.”

Nan Hanyu: “…”

Qiu Yin: “…”

Third Son is awful! Why would he report to the teacher?!

The good image she had just begun to rebuild was shattered again, more completely than before. Qiu Yin felt mortified: “Master, I can explain, I…”

“No need.” Nan Hanyu, reported to for the first time ever, interrupted her and delivered the final verdict: “If teaching is not strict, it is the Master’s fault. Since that is the case, you do not need to return to your cave dwelling. You shall face the wall here for three months, cultivate while gazing north, and temper your restless nature.”

Qiu Yin was shocked. What happened to devoting herself to the Dao and ignoring all sentient beings? Why was her Master enforcing corporal punishment?

But no matter how rebellious a child is, they can’t be rebellious to their parents; no matter how arrogant a disciple is, they can’t be arrogant to their Master. Qiu Yin nodded weakly in agreement. Under Nan Hanyu’s “ignoring all sentient beings” gaze, she reluctantly released the impromptu roasted addition back into nature. The goose flew away, not forgetting to peck her head. Qiu Yin swallowed her anger, thinking she would surely braise it next time.

However, she quickly reconsidered. Three months of facing the wall was not bad. Lu Wansi was so concerned about her reputation. After receiving the message, and having just been “hurt” by Nan Hanyu, she would surely be wallowing in self-pity and wouldn’t dare come to Hanging Moon Hall to plead her case. She would definitely stay obediently in her cave dwelling, attempting to make Nan Hanyu regret her coldness.

Qiu Yin didn’t know if Nan Hanyu would regret it, but she certainly didn’t. Both she and Lu Wansi would be grounded for the next period, keeping the peace. She hoped that Lu Wansi, while facing the wall without comfort, would realize that Qiu Yin was indeed as vicious as the sect claimed, forget about her “gentle sanctuary,” and grant her some peace.

But the thought of the white snake swallowing the medicine and aligning with the book’s plot made Qiu Yin worry again. She might as well use this time of facing the wall to see if the plot was truly irreversible and would return to its original track.

If that was the case…

“Cough, cough.”

Qiu Yin instantly snapped back to attention and rushed forward to support the rising Nan Hanyu: “Master, what’s wrong? Are you unwell? Why are you coughing again?”

Nan Hanyu suppressed another low cough, saying, “I’m fine,” but didn’t push Qiu Yin’s hand away.

Qiu Yin didn’t believe she was fine. The book only focused on the female lead, and details about Nan Hanyu, the so-called “official pairing,” were minimal. Who knew if her Master truly “forced her spiritual meridian and sustained internal injuries” when attempting Godhood?

Poor health, yet drinking tea outside in the heavy snow. Qiu Yin scoffed inwardly. They were truly Master and disciple of the same lineage, equally prone to self-torment.

Spiritual energy circled the two of them, blocking the wind and snow. Qiu Yin supported her, walking her back without question: “It’s cold. Let’s go inside.”