The Black Lotus Stole The White Moonlight [Rebirth] - Chapter 1

Bai An’an reclined against a roof beam, her slender, pale fingertips propping up the side of her face as she gazed down in utter boredom.

Her eyes settled on the face of the person lying on the couch below.

An incomparably beautiful woman lay there.

The only pity was that this peerless beauty remained trapped in an unending sleep, her eyes tightly closed.

Even looking at her like this was enough to leave one dazzled and entranced.

One could only imagine how breathtaking she would be once she opened her eyes.

Bai An’an studied her for a while, the expression on her face betraying neither joy nor anger.

After a long moment, she floated gracefully down from the beam. The golden Soul-Devouring Bell nestled in her black hair chimed with a crisp, tinkling sound.

Dressed in resplendent red and barefoot, her jade-like feet carried her leisurely toward the beauty’s couch.

She sat beside the woman and stared coldly at that otherworldly, peerless face with her pitch-black eyes. Raising one hand, she slowly lowered her slender fingers onto the beauty’s fragile neck.

With just the slightest pressure, this delicate and beautiful woman would perish.

Bai An’an’s fingers gently stroked the woman’s neck. Then, without warning, her hand curled into a claw and closed around it.

She squeezed lightly, but the beauty still showed no reaction whatsoever.

After a moment, Bai An’an pursed her lips in boredom, her cold expression instantly turning sweet and innocent.

She was extraordinarily gorgeous, with sharply arched brows, brilliant eyes, and full lips.

Yet her face was small enough to fit in one’s palm, with a delicate chin and soft, plump cheeks.

When she was not smiling, the slight upward tilt of her eyes made her appear proud and aloof. But when she smiled, her large, round eyes curved into crescents, making her look sweet and adorable.

At that moment, her eyes curved with a radiant smile as she gazed at the beauty on the couch and said softly, “Mu Tianyin, you’re no fun lying there like this.”

“I’ve thought of a wonderful idea. Would you like to hear it?” She smiled brightly, not at all concerned that the woman on the couch might hear her. “Since your disciple wronged me, how about you compensate me with your true heart?”

“You’re her master. It’s only right that you repay me in her place.”

Speaking of which, Bai An’an had no grudges against this peerless beauty. The person she truly had a grudge against was Mu Tianyin’s eldest disciple, Song Qiyu.

Ten years ago, Bai An’an had created a puppet in the image of her true body to escape the persistent harassment of the Youdu Demon Lord.

The puppet carried one of her souls and one of her spirits, and had inherited one-tenth of her beauty. In the remote Crescent Village, she was considered a widely renowned little beauty.

With an incomplete soul, that little beauty had been innocent and kind. Somehow, Song Qiyu had managed to deceive her and steal her heart.

Even now, when Bai An’an remembered that scumbag’s hypocritical face, she gritted her teeth with hatred.

A person possessed three souls and six spirits.

Her puppet had carried one of her souls and one of her spirits.

The soul was Youjing, while the spirit was Queyin.

Both governed love and emotion. On top of that, Bai An’an had erased the puppet’s memories while the rest of her souls and spirits lay dormant inside her bonded artifact. That was why Song Qiyu had so easily deceived her.

Song Qiyu harbored a white moonlight in her heart, and that woman happened to be her master—Mu Tianyin, the foremost leader of the righteous path and the number-one beauty beneath the heavens.

Unfortunately, many years ago, Mu Tianyin had fallen victim to a scheme by someone from the Demon Realm and had remained unconscious ever since.

She had been afflicted with the Heart-Inquiring Gu belonging to the Blood Demon of Xuandu in the Demon Realm, one of the Ten Demon Lords.

At best, the Heart-Inquiring Gu would destroy one’s Dao foundation. At worst, the victim would die and their Dao would vanish with them.

The method of curing it was simple enough. All that was needed was blood taken from the heart of a woman with the Profound Yin bloodline. It could be used as a medicinal catalyst to lure out the mother insect.

And by an extraordinary coincidence, her puppet was the final descendant of the Profound Yin bloodline.

But the puppet was merely a mortal. In fact, she could hardly even be considered human.

Taking blood from her heart would inevitably kill her.

At the third quarter of the Yin hour last night, Song Qiyu had stabbed Bai An’an’s puppet to death with a single thrust of her sword. As a result, that soul and spirit had immediately merged back into Bai An’an, awakening the rest of her dormant souls and spirits.

After Bai An’an awakened and absorbed all the puppet’s memories, she was so furious that smoke nearly poured from all seven of her orifices.

Bai An’an had transmigrated from a peaceful modern era into this world of immortal cultivation. She had fought her way through endless bloodshed, always keeping several escape routes like a cunning rabbit with three burrows, and had finally managed to reach the Nascent Soul realm. Never had she imagined that she would stumble because of some scumbag who had only recently entered the Golden Core realm.

The more she thought about it, the more indignant she became. She clenched her pearly teeth, and the rouge-red tint at the corners of her eyes grew even more striking.

As a demoness of the demonic path, she had always repaid even the slightest grievance.

She wanted Song Qiyu’s life, but she had no intention of letting Mu Tianyin off either.

They said that to kill a snake, one must strike its most vulnerable point. Bai An’an had come up with a brilliant idea: first, she would steal Song Qiyu’s white moonlight away from her—

The more Bai An’an thought about it, the more amusing she found the idea. She chuckled softly, making no attempt to conceal the malice in her laughter.

Once she had played to her heart’s content, she would kill Song Qiyu to vent her fury.

Suddenly, her gaze shifted. Narrowing her eyes, she looked toward the door.

The doors to the City Lord’s sleeping quarters were pushed open, and the Pill Elder—one of Mingxin City’s Ten Great Elders—hurried inside.

Bai An’an stared at the green jade bottle in the old man’s hand and slowly narrowed her eyes.

That was it—her Profound Yin blood.

That scumbag Song Qiyu must be standing outside right now, burning with anxiety, wasn’t she?

Although Bai An’an was currently in spiritual form and ordinary people could not see her, she cautiously leaped back onto the roof beam just in case. From her high perch, she looked down at everything happening in the room.

She rested her chin in one hand and began to hesitate.

Would it be better to interrupt the Pill Elder’s treatment and let Mu Tianyin drop dead, or should she wait for Mu Tianyin to awaken, seduce her, and infuriate Song Qiyu to death?

Bai An’an pondered the matter for a long time. She slowly pouted, then pressed her lips together.

She pulled a copper coin from the pouch she carried, clasped both hands around it, closed her eyes, and tossed it forcefully into the air.

Interrupting the treatment would be swift and decisive, but the entire righteous path would probably begin hunting her down immediately.

Seduction, however, involved far too many uncertainties. The scheme might backfire and leave her worse off than before.

Neither plan was without considerable risk.

In that case, she would let the heavens decide!

With a crisp ding, the copper coin landed on the back of Bai An’an’s hand.

She opened her eyes and looked down. A bright smile immediately spread across her face. “Excellent, excellent! What an auspicious sign! It seems even the heavens support my second plan.”

Her decision made, she reclined even more leisurely against the roof beam and watched the show below.

Several days later, the peerless beauty lying on the couch finally awakened.

It was only at the moment Mu Tianyin opened her eyes that Bai An’an truly understood what it meant to be the number-one beauty beneath the heavens—what it meant to possess beauty capable of toppling kingdoms, making the moon hide and flowers bow in shame.

Bai An’an became so entranced that she nearly fell from the roof beam.

She barely managed to steady herself, clutching the beam with both hands as she stared wide-eyed at the beauty on the couch.

After a long while, Bai An’an clicked her tongue several times and could not help sighing inwardly.

Compared to Mu Tianyin, her puppet had not lost unjustly at all.

This was the first time Bai An’an had encountered such a celestial beauty since transmigrating to this world.

No wonder Song Qiyu had abandoned the puppet and devoted herself wholeheartedly to her master.

But what was Bai An’an supposed to do now that she was even angrier?

She pouted, looking extremely displeased.

Curling one finger around a lock of hair beside her temple, she twirled it over and over while shooting Mu Tianyin a sidelong glance, then let out a cold snort.

Outside the sleeping quarters, Eldest Senior Sister Song Qiyu and their youngest junior brother, Zhai Anyi, had already been standing vigil for three days and three nights.

After the Pill Elder departed, a clear and pleasant female voice drifted from the sleeping quarters, sounding like a pure spring flowing over jade.

“Come in.”

Song Qiyu and Zhai Anyi exchanged delighted glances before hurriedly pushing open the doors and entering.

They lifted the glazed crystal curtain and finally saw the face they had longed to behold day and night.

Mu Tianyin was meditating with her eyes closed. She wore no formal hairpiece, allowing her ink-black hair to cascade freely down her back.

Her skin was exceedingly fair, and even her brows and eyes were pale and delicate. She favored white robes, and her entire figure seemed carved from jade, so beautiful that she scarcely resembled a real person.

Song Qiyu gazed infatuatedly at Mu Tianyin’s jade-like face. Only at a time like this did she dare reveal even a trace of her feelings.

After completing her meditation and regulating her breathing, Mu Tianyin opened her eyes. Her translucent, tea-colored irises resembled crystal, shimmering with an austere light that inspired instinctive reverence.

Her gaze fell upon Song Qiyu’s face.

“Song Qiyu, do you know your crime?”

Caught completely off guard, Song Qiyu hurriedly withdrew her gaze. Shocked by the question, she could not help looking up again. “What has this disciple done wrong? Master, please enlighten me.”

Mu Tianyin opened her palm and conjured the jade bottle. Lowering her eyes to examine it, she asked without looking up, “Where did this Profound Yin blood come from?”

Song Qiyu stared blankly at the jade bottle. The image of Bai An’an dying miserably after she extracted the blood from her heart surfaced in her mind, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Hearing this, Zhai Anyi immediately dropped to his knees with a thud.

“Master, please don’t blame Eldest Senior Sister! This was all my fault! It was me—I was the one who begged Eldest Senior Sister to obtain the Profound Yin blood!”

Mu Tianyin remained unmoved. Her cold eyes rested upon her eldest disciple.

Mu Tianyin cultivated the Way of Indifference and rarely experienced emotional fluctuations.

Even as her youngest disciple pleaded desperately, she did not so much as raise an eyebrow.

Song Qiyu remained stunned for a moment before kneeling and bowing low. “This disciple was wrong, but I do not regret it.”

After a pause, she gritted her teeth and declared resolutely, “I do not regret harming Bai An’an! And I regret saving Master even less!”

Mu Tianyin rose, her white robes fluttering as the hem of her long skirt swept across the floor.

Looking down at Song Qiyu, she spoke in a tone that betrayed neither joy nor anger. “You do not regret it? Song Qiyu, do you understand what kind of karmic consequences this action will bring upon you?”

Song Qiyu straightened and declared, “This disciple will personally settle the karmic debt between Bai An’an and me!”

Mu Tianyin glanced at her, her eyes cold and clear. “Enough. Go to the Cliff of Reflection behind the mountain. You may leave only after you have properly reflected upon your actions.”

The Cliff of Reflection was a place reserved for disciples who had committed grave offenses.

Unable to bear it, Zhai Anyi protested, “Master! You are the leader of the righteous path and the lord of an entire city! How could another person’s life possibly compare to yours? Eldest Senior Sister was only considering the greater good!”

The leader of the righteous path?

Mu Tianyin tilted her head slightly. Her long lashes, black as raven feathers, lowered and cast shadows over her eyelids.

Beneath the Heavenly Dao, all were no more than ants.

What difference was there between her and the person of the Profound Yin bloodline who had died so unjustly?

Mu Tianyin sighed softly and swept her long sleeve through the air, sending both disciples flying out of the room. She then transmitted her voice outside.

“Escort Song Qiyu to the Cliff of Reflection immediately. Without my order, no one is permitted to release her!”

As soon as she finished speaking, her internal organs seemed to catch fire. She abruptly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Mu Tianyin wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, her mouth twisting slightly. She had been at the critical stage of breaking through to the Spirit Division realm when she had inadvertently fallen victim to the Heart-Inquiring Gu.

Throughout all her years of cultivation, Mu Tianyin had always believed her Dao heart to be unwavering. She had never expected the Heart-Inquiring Gu to expose a tiny crack in it.

She gently pressed a hand against her chest. Ever since she awakened, a heavy tightness had lingered there, caused by the last remnants of Profound Yin blood still boiling inside her body.

Song Qiyu had a karmic debt to repay—but Mu Tianyin had accepted that woman’s blood. Did that not mean she also owed her a karmic debt?

What was her name?

Bai An’an?

Mu Tianyin performed a calculation with her fingers. Her gaze settled upon the empty air, her expression contemplative.