Chapter 1
Sixty years ago, the Sword Master Mingyue, the leader of the Sword Pavilion, was entangled with a demonic cultivator, but was ultimately no match for him and was trapped in the Mitian Secret Realm, from which he never emerged again.
This incident shocked the world and astonished everyone.
Some felt regret, some were saddened, and some secretly rejoiced.
Some people whispered that the Bright Moon Sword Master was nothing special, easily killed by the demons, and that he had been exaggerated and overrated over the years.
Day after day, year after year, these words were lost in the moonlight. Gradually, fewer and fewer people talked about the Sword Master. After all, the world is never short of stories. One story ends and another begins, full of love, hate, and separation, as moving as ever.
Only the bright moon in the sky still hangs high and shines brightly.
...
As night deepened, the wind began to blow across the vast expanse of land, carrying with it the faint sounds of weeping and wailing.
In the chaos, someone awoke in a coffin.
"..."
The person inside the coffin stared blankly upwards.
Her eyes were empty and blank, clearly she hadn't yet come to her senses.
Having been trapped in this tiny little world for far too long, even memories have become a distant thing.
In her final moments, all she remembered was a blurry blue flame.
Then came a long period of darkness and deathly silence.
"W-what's with the laughter? Boss, should we head back? I heard someone say this is where that Sword Master Sheng is buried..."
"Tch! Sixty years have passed, where would there be any 'Sword Master' left? Besides, the Vast Heaven Realm is so vast..."
"Back then, Sheng Ningyu died easily at the hands of the demons. I think she's nothing special. What's there to be afraid of?"
"That's right! If that so-called Sword Master were really that powerful, how could he have died in..."
A few indistinct words reached the ears, causing the person in the coffin to feel a sudden chill.
It's been far too long.
She hadn't heard a human voice in so long.
It was this feeling of being in another world that made the person in the coffin quiet down for a while before they began to slowly understand the meaning of these words.
Special words appeared in my ears, carrying a hint of obscurity and familiarity.
The person in the coffin paused for a moment, then groped in the darkness and placed the tip of their right hand on the inner wall of the coffin.
The wood is covered with crooked and twisted strokes, like illiterate children writing endlessly, which have worn the thousand-year-old black wood faded over time.
The person inside the coffin tilted their head slightly, as if trying to think about something, but the cramped space only allowed for such a movement.
A moment later, the person in the coffin suddenly realized what had happened.
Yes.
That's her name.
Sheng Ningyu finally came to her senses. She exhaled a breath of stale air, lay on her back, and slowly processed what those people had just said. Her fingers unconsciously traced the slightly concave part of the inner wall of the coffin, and she thought to herself, "So it's been over sixty years already."
It turns out she had been lying there for so long.
The moment this thought popped into my head, it was as if an intangible fog had been suddenly lifted, and the inaudible noise around me suddenly became unusually clear.
The sounds of the wind, the rain, and even playful noises all sounded so pleasant at that moment.
It's been a long time.
Finally, one day, the noise from the outside world drowned out her own heartbeat.
"What's there to be afraid of? His cultivation is completely destroyed; he's a useless piece of trash. Who would save him now?"
“The eldest is right. I heard that even his parents don’t want to see him anymore.”
"Only his appearance is decent enough; why don't we have some fun with him?"
Sheng Ningyu's melancholy thoughts were suddenly pulled back: "..."
very good.
She laughed in exasperation.
Not to mention the past, even when Sheng Ningyu was trapped in the ditch in front of the coffin, the person behind the scenes concealed their identity and would never dare to shout at her like this.
Sheng Ningyu ground her teeth.
Good heavens, they're really dancing on her grave!
She didn't know where the strength came from, but even though her right hand, which had been stripped of its spiritual bone, was still aching, Sheng Ningyu suddenly unleashed a burst of power that twisted her wrist into an unbelievable angle, allowing her to directly open the coffin!
With a loud bang, the grass and trees that had been covering the coffin snapped and flew up, dust scattering everywhere. The trees not far away were also shaken, and the cries of crows and sparrows faded into the distance, their echoes particularly mournful.
Sheng Ningyu: "...?"
No, it was just lifted like that?
Sheng Ningyu sat up from the coffin, looking down blankly at her left hand, then at her left hand again.
Did it suddenly gain extraordinary power, or was this thing's employment period over, and now it was finally free to become a free little coffin?
No one was more puzzled than her, but clearly the immediate priority was to resolve the problem at hand.
"Who...who are you?!"
The cultivators three meters away were choked by the dust. The long-faced cultivator in the lead was about to yell and get angry, but when he saw Sheng Ningyu suddenly emerge from the ground, he couldn't help but feel very guilty.
He said, his tone fierce but his voice weak, "I am here to handle my family's internal affairs. Please refrain from meddling in my business!"
The four cultivators beside him formed an arch around the long-faced cultivator, eyeing Sheng Ningyu menacingly.
Sheng Ningyu ignored his shouts. She glanced at them casually, stood up, staggered to her feet, picked up a broken branch from the ground, and gave the group a sinister smile: "Fine, play, play, then, play, all, over."
Those people were initially very wary, but seeing how unsteady she was, they burst into laughter.
He didn't finish his sentence.
"Thud!" The muffled sound of flesh being pierced and churned echoed in the air. Sheng Ningyu had already made her move at some point. She held the branch with her left hand, and the tip of the branch had already pierced the long-faced cultivator's heart. Until the very last moment, the lewd and lustful look in his eyes had not dissipated, but there was a hint of bewilderment.
The bones in her left hand were also a little sore. Sheng Ningyu's fingertips trembled slightly, and she withdrew her hand expressionlessly.
With a "crack," the tree branch snapped and struck the long-faced monk's heart.
She... she only used one move?!
As the long-faced cultivator collapsed, his face drained of color, terror flashed in the eyes of the remaining four cultivators.
What terrifying swordsmanship!
A broken piece of wood, in the blink of an eye, can take a life!
Their leader was at the peak of the Hidden Origin Realm, almost reaching the Enlightenment Realm! Although he was only at the initial stage of the nine levels of cultivation, he was instantly killed in one move?!
This person... no!
Is she even human?!
The four cultivators trembled with fear. They had never heard of such a sword cultivator on this trip before. In addition, the person in front of them had a pale face, a ghostly appearance, and bloodstains on his ancient clothes...
They must have offended some demons or monsters within the Mitian Realm!
After all, it has long been rumored that since the Sword Master was defeated by the Heavenly Demon Qi and died, the Mitian Secret Realm of the Great Wilderness Mountain has not been opened for a hundred years. The surrounding land, known as the "Mitian Realm", is shrouded in smoke and haunted by wailing ghosts all day long.
It's all Sheng Ningyu's fault back then! She even called herself the "Bright Moon Sword Master," yet she couldn't even completely eliminate demonic energy!
The four men, who had been harboring resentment, were suddenly struck by a pair of dark eyes and momentarily lost their composure, forgetting everything else and scrambling away.
Sheng Ningyu clenched her right hand.
The blood that snaked from her wrist to her palm felt sticky to the touch. She didn't dare look at her right hand, yet she somewhat liked it.
The pain kept her awake and reminded her that she was still alive.
Once she confirmed that those people had left, Sheng Ningyu breathed a silent sigh of relief.
In fact, she was far less relaxed than she appeared.
In the past, she could have easily defeated a few cultivators at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage with just a single sword gust.
Now, her spirit bone has been taken away, her right finger bone is broken, and her natal sword is shattered so badly that not even a fragment remains.
Despite having no spiritual power, she was still able to use a tree branch to perform that move, putting on a show to intimidate people. It was all thanks to Sheng Ningyu's unique physical constitution.
Ordinary cultivators only have one spiritual bone stored in their bodies, usually in their heart, arm, or leg.
But she has two.
One is in the right hand, and the other is in the spine.
That's why, even though she suffered a terrible setback back then, before her spine was removed, she managed to leave a mark on that person's heart.
Unfortunately, they couldn't kill him.
Sheng Ningyu casually glanced around, then suddenly paused, startled.
A young man was leaning against a large tree behind her.
His appearance was stunningly beautiful, with skin as white as snow. Perhaps due to the fight he had just gone through, there was still a trace of blood between his brows, giving him a sickly and listless air. Yet, his gaze was exceptionally pure, untouched by any worldly dust. He leaned quietly against the tree, as beautiful and obedient as a Bodhi lotus on the water.
nice!
Although she couldn't remember his face clearly, Sheng Ningyu had a gut feeling that this person was even more handsome than her second senior brother Rong Que, who was known as the "First Young Master"!
The young man looked at her without getting up. He coughed a few times, as if trying to force a smile, but it was very forced: "I am Xie Qianjing. Thank you for saving me, Immortal Lord."
Um.
Um……?
Sheng Ningyu blinked.
With one and a half sections of her two spiritual bones removed, she had no spiritual power left and hadn't even noticed the young man before.
Sheng Ningyu glanced discreetly at the bloodstains on the young man's body, her gaze lingering on his still-bleeding wrist. Her mind sluggishly processed the information before she slowly asked, "Were those people who came with you?"
The young man lowered his eyes: "Yes, they not only want my spiritual bones, but also my flesh and blood... If it weren't for the Immortal Lord's intervention just now, I would definitely be in mortal danger."
Sheng Ningyu: "..."
So it wasn't her they were cursing after all!
Sheng Ningyu announced that the world has lost five people who lacked vision.
The anger that had been aroused by the scolding dissipated abruptly, and Sheng Ningyu felt much better. She glanced at the person in front of her again.
Even though her clothes were soaked with blood and she looked disheveled, it did not diminish her unparalleled beauty.
Sheng Ningyu's thoughts drifted for a moment.
She likes beautiful things.
Beautiful flowers, beautiful sword, beautiful people.
If she were still the Sword Master, she would have no choice but to seek justice for this handsome young man.
Unfortunately, she is no longer the Sword Master, nor is she any "Immortal Lord".
Sheng Ningyu smiled and then looked down at his right wrist.
They seemed to share a similar plight.
"You're too kind, young master."
Having not communicated with anyone for a long time, Sheng Ningyu was organizing her thoughts and trying to imitate the vague words in her memory as she slowly began to speak.
"My surname is Ning, and my given name is Yueming. I have no profound spiritual power, and I dare not presume to call myself a 'Celestial Lord'. I am here only because someone played a prank and buried me underground."
Xie Qianjing frowned slightly, a perfectly timed look of confusion appearing on his porcelain-like face: "Buried underground? What kind of prank is this? What is the other party's purpose?"
Beneath that serene and upright exterior lies a deep well of malice.
He wanted to evoke those past events in Sheng Ningyu, which stirred up resentment and inner demons within her.
Just like him.
Unexpectedly, Sheng Ningyu shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Who knows? Maybe they're trying to scare me to death with the darkness inside."
Xie Qianjing paused.
"But all in all, I'm going out to get my revenge."
Sheng Ningyu changed the subject and reached out her hand to the person under the tree.
In the dark, gloomy night, it seemed as if moonlight was rising.
Her voice was somewhat hoarse, and her words always carried a hint of awkwardness from not speaking for a long time, yet even under such circumstances, her every move exuded a sense of carefree ease.
"Together?"
She had no recollection of him whatsoever.
Xie Qianjing looked away, suppressing the inexplicable flutter in his heart.
A gentle breeze blew, and a few strands of his hair fell onto his shoulders.
Xie Qianjing lowered his eyes, instantly concealing the sinister and tyrannical malice in them. When he looked up again, his eyebrows were curved, and his smile was clean and harmless.
He placed his hand in her palm.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Let this born devil see for himself.
Was this Sword Master of Bright Moon, who once shook fourteen states with a single sword strike, truly as radiant and captivating as the bright moon in the sky, or...?
Xie Qianjing lowered his eyes and looked at Sheng Ningyu's left wrist, which was holding his hand.
Like everyone else, she was also craving his flesh and blood.
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