Mu Xiyao, the sixth young lady of the Mu family, was born amidst a six-colored glow and the convergence of ten thousand swords. Her unparalleled talent—cultivating all six spiritual roots—shook the entire cultivation world. She reached Foundation Establishment at three, Golden Core at seven, and Nascent Soul at ten. Now, barely of marriageable age, she already shows signs of reaching the Divine Transformation stage. She is the youngest direct disciple of the Moonflower Sect, yet she has long been...
Mu Xiyao, the sixth young lady of the Mu family, was born amidst a six-colored glow and the convergence of ten thousand swords. Her unparalleled talent, possessing all six spiritual roots, shook the entire cultivation world. She reached Foundation Establishment at three, Golden Core at seven, and Nascent Soul at ten. Now, barely of marriageable age, she already shows signs of reaching the Divine Transformation stage. She is the youngest direct disciple of the Moonflower Sect, yet she always wears simple white robes and a light veil over her face, so no one has ever seen her true appearance. All that is known is that she once shattered a sect's great formation with a single sword strike, and slew ancient demonic beasts with another, leaving countless souls dead beneath her blade, yet she still maintains a pure and clear Dao heart.
But her true identity seems to be far more than that. There are rumors that she may be the reincarnation of the Moonlit Saintess who disappeared a thousand years ago, the saintess who once suppressed the Demon Abyss with her own power, but ultimately vanished mysteriously. In her blood flows a mysterious power that even the ancestors had to bow down to, and in her destiny are engraved taboos that even the Heavenly Dao dares not easily touch.
Lu Yichen, the chief disciple of Huashi Sect, is a master of all six spiritual roots, possessing exceptional talent and a cold, aloof demeanor, yet he shows tenderness only towards her. In the sect's grand competition, he single-handedly fought against numerous opponents to protect her; and on the edge of the Demon Abyss, for her words, "I believe in you," he fearlessly leaped into the abyss. Their destinies were intertwined from the moment their six spiritual roots converged, inseparable ever since.
Mu Xiyao is the pride of the Mu family, a legend of the Moonflower Sect, the long-lost Holy Maiden, and the only moonlight in Lu Yichen's heart. Her every smile and frown is enough to captivate the world; her every sword strike and finger gesture is enough to make all beings tremble. And she only wishes to be Mu Xiyao in his heart, nothing more. —But, unfortunately, someone doesn't want her to be "just that."
In the forbidden area behind the Moonflower Sect, the night was as still as water, and the sealing stone tablet of the ancestor level was shattered by a single palm strike.
When Mu Xiyao arrived with her sword, she saw the legendary "Master" standing in the center of the broken talismans scattered on the ground—the Supreme Elder of the Moonflower Sect, who had personally crowned the Holy Maiden a thousand years ago.
The old man's hair was as white as snow. He looked back at her, his gaze piercing through her veil, as if trying to see through the sacred mark in her very bones.
“Your Highness,” he said in a hoarse voice, yet with the devotion of a long-time minister, “this old minister has waited for you for a thousand years.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he knelt on one knee, holding a moon-shaped pendant in his palm—
It is the identity token of the missing saintess, and also the sacred artifact of the Moonflower Sect: the Fallen Star Wheel.
The moment the moon appeared, the world lost its color. The six spiritual roots roared out from Mu Xiyao's body, transforming into six-colored chains that clattered and wrapped around the moon, as if welcoming it, or perhaps suppressing it.
She groaned and took a half step back. Her palm was cut by the moon wheel, and drops of blood fell, blooming into silvery-white holy flowers on the ground.
The instant the sacred flower bloomed, a magnificent six-colored pillar of light shot into the sky from the direction of Huashi Sect—
Lu Yichen arrived bathed in light, his black robes fluttering in the wind. His sword, "Listening to the Tide," remained unsheathed, yet its sword intent already forced the Supreme Elder's robes to billow back.
“Supreme One,” the young man’s voice was cold, emphasizing each word, “she is first and foremost Mu Xiyao, and only secondly the Holy Maiden you are looking for.”
"If you dare to insist, Hua Shizong will not mind going to Yuehuazong—"
"Let's start the war."
The air froze instantly as the protective formations of the two great immortal sects simultaneously appeared from the void. Lightning and moonlight clashed, blasting out countless silver snakes.
Mu Xiyao raised her hand, and the six-colored chains shattered inch by inch, turning into points of light that returned to the depths of her pupils.
She stepped forward, her palm still bleeding, but casually took the moon pendant and turned it around—
Snap!
Press it into Lu Yichen's heart.
"Keep it safe."
The girl's voice was soft, yet it carried a hint of laughter.
"If I want to become a saintess, I must first become a daughter-in-law of the Lu family."
"Other old fogies, get in line."
The moon, stained with blood, suddenly lost its light of recognition and transformed into a small silver moon earring, which hung steadily on Lu Yichen's left ear.
The Supreme Elder stared in disbelief; for the first time, a crack appeared in his heart, which had remained as still as a well for millennia.
"Your Highness...you...you gave away the sect's most treasured artifact?!"
Mu Xiyao raised an eyebrow, her veil lifted slightly by the wind, revealing a hint of her slightly upturned lips:
"deliver?"
"No, it's a declaration of love."
"Even the sect leader can't control me."
"But if he wants—"
"The whole world can be given to him."
Lu Yichen lowered his eyes, his fingertips touching the silver moon on his ear, his lips curving slightly, his cold and stern expression softening in an instant.
He reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers. The light from their six spiritual roots intertwined, transforming into a dazzling bridge of light that spanned the two sects.
"Then it's settled."
"A saint or a witch."
"You belong to me, and I belong to you."
"the remaining--"
The young man raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the thousand-mile-long gate of the Moonflower Sect, his voice indifferent:
"Whoever dares to steal it, I'll tear down their sect's monument."
Mu Xiyao chuckled, flicked her finger, and sword energy surged like a rainbow, carving a line of large, elegant characters on the stone wall of the forbidden area:
[No staged accidents or fake family reunions are allowed on the back mountain of Yuehua.]
[Those who violate this rule will be punished.]
[Severing his spiritual roots, destroying his Dao heart, he's sent to be used as fertilizer.]
The wind stopped, and the light dissipated.
The Supreme Elder stared at the arrogant words for a long time, speechless. After a long while, he sighed deeply:
"This old minister... understands."
"Your Highness is no longer the Holy Maiden of yesteryear."
"She has a knife and a shield."
"That shield—"
His name is Lu Yichen.
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