After Transmigrating as the Obsessive Villain, I Got a Happy Ending with the White Moonlight - Chapter 5

The snowy peak was devoid of human presence, but there was no lack of other ‘smoke.’ Qiu Yin was copying the scriptures in messy strokes. She discreetly glanced up. A white sparrow stood on a snow pine branch, its red eyes fixed intently on her. Qiu Yin secretly rolled her eyes. The peak of Hanging Moon was crawling with Master’s spies. They had been engaging in a battle of wits for nearly a month, and she hadn’t successfully defected a single one.

However, thanks to these blatantly obvious “covert lines,” her control over spiritual energy had become increasingly refined. As she put pen to paper, the seventh brush of the day smoothly “died unexpectedly.” Qiu Yin loudly “tsk-tsked” to express regret. She stood up, walked outside, and shouted at the silly bird on the branch: “The brush broke, I’m going to get a new one!”

The white sparrow had been staking her out for half a month, and they had tortured each other into sentience. It let out a cold chirp, flew straight into the room, and the door closed with a thud. It landed near the messy calligraphy covering the floor, spat out a brand-new brush from its pointed beak, and haughtily tilted its head, signaling her to return.

Qiu Yin was speechless: “Can you be more hygienic? Is this necessary?”

The white sparrow turned and flew back, continuing its ruthless surveillance.

“I’ll stew all of you in a pot sooner or later,” Qiu Yin glared at the white paper covered in black ink spread throughout the room, feeling that her headache would never go away. But if the Dao is strong, the devil is stronger. She dragged the unwritten paper out, kicked the door open, and, as she walked, dipped snow into the ink to write, telling the bird with fierce eyes: “The room is too small; it’s not enough space for me to walk back and forth. The outside is much bigger—what are you looking at? I’m not slacking off. Stare any longer and you owe me money.”

The white sparrow intuitively knew she was trying to cheat, but had no immediate proof, so it could only fly to a nearby pine tree, preventing Qiu Yin from running away.

The Heart Purity Sutra trailed down the mountainside. The ink characters were conspicuous against the white snow, like inscriptions carved on the spiritual mountain, though the writing was exceptionally messy and was quickly buried by the fresh snow.

Even if she had no knowledge of poetry and books, after copying it hundreds of times, she had memorized it. Qiu Yin’s hands were numbly copying the Sutra, but her mind was anything but peaceful, thinking about how to escape her punishment. Yesterday, she had visited the cliff edge of Hanging Moon Peak; the scenery was great, and it even had an echo. Where should she amuse herself today?

Suddenly, a sensation stirred in her spirit. The Mountain Suppressing Seal of Hanging Moon Peak had been triggered.

As a personal disciple, Qiu Yin felt it instantly. Then, from beyond the peak, someone spoke respectfully: “Disciple Chen Wenchang of Long Bloom Peak greets the Jade Splendor Immortal. Due to disturbances in the South, this disciple has been ordered by Sect Master to take Junior Sister Qiu Yin south to eliminate the demons.”

Qiu Yin, holding her paper and ink, heard it and felt her heart sink slightly. The plot had indeed arrived.

Long Bloom Peak was the primary peak of the Taiqing Sect, home to the Sect Master’s lineage.

In the original book, Hanging Moon Peak had four people: the Master, the unattainable White Moonlight; the Eldest Senior Brother, who was perpetually out slaying demons and whose presence was so low he was virtually untraceable; and only the original host was obsessed with Lu Wansi. That wasn’t enough, was it?

So, the disciples of the Long Bloom Peak became the group most obsessed with Lu Wansi, constantly thinking about how badly Hanging Moon Peak treated the Junior Sister, plotting eight hundred ways a day to poach her. An outsider might think Lu Wansi was the Sect Master’s illegitimate daughter abandoned in the mortal world. Naturally, they did not get along with the original host, the “exclusive” backup who spoiled Lu Wansi.

Qiu Yin: Well, everyone’s competing to be simps. Give them the honor, quick.

Moreover, before the original host joined the sect, Long Bloom Peak was filled with geniuses; after the original host joined, only she was peerless in the Taiqing Sect. The former geniuses, unwilling to be overshadowed by the original host, had long resented her arrogance, openly and covertly targeting her, afraid of letting her have an easy time.

Chen Wenchang was one of them, the Sect Master’s second disciple, arrogant and proud, often mentioned as the “Second Senior Brother” among the young generation of Taiqing Sect—unfortunately, after the original host achieved Foundation Establishment at age twelve, the title everyone mentioned became “Second Senior Sister.”

The mission where the original host and Lu Wansi were ambushed in the South was the one she took with Chen Wenchang. Qiu Yin couldn’t be sure how much of it was his doing.

The visitor had malicious intent.

Qiu Yin waited for a moment. Her Master didn’t reply, meaning she couldn’t be bothered.

As her Master’s considerate little piece of cotton, Qiu Yin naturally had to let her fellow sect brother experience what it meant to be welcomed.

She yanked the paper in her hand. The scriptures buried under the snow shook, shedding frost. Qiu Yin spun around and flicked them out. The scriptures danced like a long veil, rushing outside the peak and binding the completely unprepared Chen Wenchang into a human dumpling.

“Who!” Chen Wenchang was caught off guard and alarmed. When did this happen? Why didn’t he sense anything?

Chen Wenchang looked up from the scriptures covering his body. He couldn’t see anyone and struggled to break free, but his cultivation was completely suppressed. He quickly figured out who it was: “Qiu Yin, release me! Is this the way Hanging Moon Peak treats guests!”

Qiu Yin lazily transmitted her voice: “I am me, and Hanging Moon Peak is Hanging Moon Peak. If I’m not around, will none of you speak to me?”

If it were the Sword Immortal, perhaps she would be in seclusion.

But Chen Wenchang couldn’t even see a disciple’s shadow and felt utterly humiliated by Qiu Yin. He gritted his teeth: “You and I are both personal disciples. I joined before you; in terms of seniority, I am your Senior Brother. Qiu Yin, where are your manners?”

“Before me, Master only took one disciple, and I don’t recall him looking like you.”

Qiu Yin tugged the scriptures. Chen Wenchang shot into the air with a startled cry, being pulled like a kite toward the cliff edge. She said, “But if you insist on arguing about who is older, I don’t mind. Hello, Senior Brother. Since you’re my Senior Brother, let’s skip the courtesy—hold tight!”

Chen Wenchang was tossed casually, falling directly toward the cliff. He was held entirely by the scriptures in Qiu Yin’s hand. He yelled out, completely losing the steady composure of a “Senior Brother,” and nearly cursed: “Qiu Yin, you bastard, pull me up!”

Qiu Yin squatted at the cliff edge, occasionally tugging the rope, enjoying Chen Wenchang’s panic. The frustration from a month of copying scriptures had dissipated quite a bit. She said in a good mood: “Didn’t Senior Brother say he wanted to experience the ‘Hospitality of Hanging Moon Peak’? My Master doesn’t entertain guests, so I handle everything. Ask any living creature on this mountain; which one hasn’t been hauled down here by me to play? I treat everyone equally.”

The white sparrow, who had been following Qiu Yin, cried out mournfully, clearly having suffered the same fate.

Qiu Yin was very touched by its testimony: “See?”

Chen Wenchang: “…”

He was a genius in the Sect Master’s lineage, only second to the Eldest Senior Brother, not to mention all the younger disciples in the sect. Who didn’t respect him?

Only Qiu Yin never took him seriously, treating him the same as all the other useless people. Chen Wenchang lost his patience: “You only rely on your good luck to be taken as a disciple by the Sword Immortal. Do you really think you are so incredible…”

Qiu Yin couldn’t be bothered to listen to his arrogance. She loosened her grip, letting the resentful disciple experience the biting wind of Hanging Moon. Before she could hear his delightful shriek, a gentle, slow admonishment from the immortal reached her on the breeze: “Stop being rude.”

“Yes,” Qiu Yin respectfully agreed. After Chen Wenchang’s yells had echoed twice through the mountains, she slowly pulled him up, and patted his shuddering shoulder like an elder: “My Master says, you should stop being rude.”

Nan Hanyu: “…”

Delinquent disciple.

She transmitted her voice: “Bring him to the main hall.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Qiu Yin answered sweetly. She turned to the ashen-faced Chen Wenchang and asked considerately, “It’s certainly incredible to be taken as a disciple by the Sword Immortal, but it’s not because of my good luck; it’s because I’m good-looking. You shouldn’t even think about it with a face like that. Do you need me to carry you the rest of the way, Senior Brother?”

Chen Wenchang flinched violently. He forgot his resentment and quickly stood up: “No need! I won’t trouble Junior Sister. I’ll walk myself.”

Qiu Yin said “Oh,” quite regretfully: “Alright then.”

She collected the scriptures, turned, and walked away, completely disregarding Chen Wenchang’s state.

Chen Wenchang cursed in his heart, but with the Sword Immortal watching, he dared not cause trouble and followed her resentfully.

Entering the hall, Nan Hanyu had been waiting for them: “The Sect Master is busy with affairs. What is the urgent matter that required sending a disciple to Hanging Moon Peak?”

Chen Wenchang had recovered his pitiful composure and bowed respectfully: “There is trouble with the Xiang Kingdom’s royal family in the South, which is now harming the populace. Sect Master believes it may be the work of the demonic path and has specifically ordered this disciple to take the Junior Brothers and Sisters south to investigate. I came to bring Junior Sister Qiu to accept the mission.”

Qiu Yin preempted her Master: “I’m not going. I’m busy.”

Chen Wenchang frowned, but with Nan Hanyu present, he dared not speak his mind: “This trip down the mountain is a rare opportunity for experience. Countless disciples in the sect wish to take this mission, and the Sect Master carefully selected you and me from thousands.”

This was accusing her of being ungrateful.

“Easy for you to say. I still have over a thousand copies of my punishment writing to finish. If I go slay demons, will you copy them for me?” Qiu Yin raised her chin. “Senior Brother Chen, let me ask: besides you and me, who else is going?”

“Junior Sister Lu is also going.” When mentioning Lu Wansi, Chen Wenchang’s tone softened. “Junior Sister Lu has already accepted the mission. As a disciple of the Jade Splendor Immortal, Junior Sister Qiu should surely be reasonable.”

“Oh, so among the three of us, I have the highest cultivation.”

Qiu Yin ignored his passive-aggressive remarks. The red-robed beauty smiled lazily, but her fox-like eyes held the cold pressure of a superior: “Since I am the main force, why are you acting like you are bestowing a favor upon me, Senior Brother Chen? Don’t get it backward, Senior Brother. It’s not that your Master chose us from a thousand, but that I am the one chosen from a thousand, and he couldn’t choose anyone else. Take me to the mission? You should be here to invite me.”

Chen Wenchang hadn’t expected Qiu Yin to be so brazen with the Jade Splendor Immortal present: “What is the meaning of this, Junior Sister Qiu? Do you really think our Long Bloom Peak can’t spare anyone?”

Qiu Yin was indifferent: “Then send them. Just don’t bother me.”

Chen Wenchang: “Qiu Yin, you!”

“Enough.” Nan Hanyu put down her teacup. One word from the Sword Immortal easily silenced the quarreling pair. She politely said, “This disciple of mine has a wayward nature. I apologize for the amusement.”

Qiu Yin scoffed. Just as she was about to scare Chen Wenchang again, one look from Nan Hanyu made her immediately restrain herself, covering her mouth to show sincerity.

Chen Wenchang bowed: “With the Sword Immortal present, I dare not.”

“You don’t need to fear admitting it because of me. Since she is my disciple, I am naturally aware of her nature, which is why I punished her to face the wall for three months, copying scriptures to temper her mind.” Nan Hanyu spoke slowly and deliberately. “Her punishment is not yet complete. With her current temperament, I fear she may not be capable and would only cause trouble for the Sect Master. As you said, your Senior Brother has many talented people under his command. Please ask him to seek better candidates.”

Chen Wenchang had assumed the Jade Splendor Immortal wouldn’t involve herself, feeling completely secure, which is why he had argued back and forth with Qiu Yin. Now that Nan Hanyu had explicitly stated Qiu Yin would not go, he panicked a little: “But the Sect Master said it must be… and the Sorrowful Wind Sword is still with the Sect Master.”

The moment the words “Sorrowful Wind Sword” (悲风剑) left his lips, Nan Hanyu’s hand, holding the teacup, paused. Her dark eyes narrowed, looking down at the visitor coldly. The Sword Immortal’s pressure surrounded Chen Wenchang, forcing him to bend at the waist, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Qiu Yin snapped out of her daze. The Sorrowful Wind Sword was the original host’s bonded weapon, but compared to the female lead whom the original host deeply loved, it was ultimately of secondary importance—

The original host returned soaked in blood, using all her strength to protect the Heartless Grass, not the Sorrowful Wind Sword. It must have been taken by the Long Bloom Peak disciple who came to receive her after she collapsed.

Why did Long Bloom Peak take her sword? Who else was adding to the original host’s death warrant?

She couldn’t hide on the mountain peak forever. Rather than being harmed unknowingly in the future, offense was better than defense.

Qiu Yin grasped Nan Hanyu’s hand, smiled reassuringly, and then said to Chen Wenchang: “I was wondering why my bonded weapon was missing after I was severely injured. It turns out that Sect Master was looking after it for me. It would be ungrateful of me not to go. Senior Brother Chen, why didn’t you say so earlier? Please wait for me outside for a moment while I prepare. I’ll be right there.”

It worked, the Sect Master’s decision was wise indeed. Chen Wenchang felt confident. Suppressing his anger, he regained his arrogance: “Junior Sister Qiu, please be quick.”

As soon as the troublesome person left, Qiu Yin was about to ask for leave. Nan Hanyu, who had just been taken advantage of by her own decision, finally spoke coldly: “Did your Master permit you to leave?”

“Hmm?” Qiu Yin felt Master was angry, but fearing she was judging a noble person by her own base standards, she shamelessly played innocent: “I’ve copied enough scriptures, and my cultivation hasn’t slacked off. I can’t let it stagnate. Besides, I must retrieve the sword Master bestowed upon me, mustn’t I?”

Qiu Yin was quite satisfied with this self-examination. Nan Hanyu remained silent for a long time, then said nothing more, turning to walk back indifferently: “Do as you wish.”

Author’s Note

I made some changes, thank you for your comments.

It won’t be separated for too long, maybe two or three chapters?