THE WHITE MOONLIGHT ONLY HAS A HAPPY ENDING - CHAPTER 57

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Chapter 57: The One-Month Covenant (V)

By the time they returned to the small building, the torrential rain had finally ceased.

Sui leaned against his shoulder, more exhausted than she had ever been from even the most grueling cultivation. Her body felt limp and lethargic; had he not been supporting her, she would have surely slid to the ground.

He helped her change her clothes, but as he did, he kept leaning in to kiss her. The lingering aura of the demonic frenzy still clung to him, making his gaze anything but innocent. His breath was scalding as he pressed closer.

"My head hurts," she said crossly, bracing her hand against his forehead to hold him back.

When this demon’s energy went into chaos, he possessed no reason whatsoever. He was terrifyingly mad.

She closed her eyes in annoyance, pushed him away, and snapped, "In the future, you should just hide by yourself. I’m not looking after you anymore!"

To her surprise, the demon dropped his previous "pitiful" act. He leaned against the bedside with one leg hooked up, looking like a bandit king. "No," he said, utterly shameless, "I have changed my mind."

"I suddenly feel that going mad isn't such a bad thing after all."

"From now on, whenever I lose my mind, I’m coming straight to you."

Sui: "..."

She gave a rare, exasperated roll of her eyes.

After a long silence, she asked, "Are you still quarreling with me?"

The Demon Lord, like a beast, replied lazily, "This Lord is a magnanimous man. When have I ever quarreled with you?"

Sui thought: Then who was the one acting sarcastic all day and clutching his chest while spitting blood?

Yet, the more she ignored him, the more he leaned in to rub against her. For a fleeting moment, she shared a soul-deep connection with the calico cat, she really wanted to swat this clingy creature away.

Eventually, the demon’s large hands moved clumsily to her temples, massaging them. As a wave of fatigue washed over her, she actually drifted off to sleep.

When she woke, she saw the demon still keeping watch over her. He was lazily flipping through a book, casting glances her way every so often.

Finally making up her mind, she waited a moment before saying, "Yanyan, call the Demon God out."

He immediately narrowed his phoenix-eyes dangerously.

She said, "I have something to ask him."

The demon instantly displayed a face of jealousy. "Asking me is the same."

Sui thought: How could asking a clingy pest be the same as asking the Demon God?

She insisted, and the demon’s eyes finally shifted color. He spoke: "Why do you seek me?"

She fumed, "Yanyan, do you think I won't recognize you just because your eyes changed color?!"

The demon glared at her, then closed his eyes with great reluctance.

After a long while, he opened them again. This time, his entire aura had transformed.

She studied him for a moment.

The Demon God: "It is I."

The Demon God: Not that pathetic, clingy wretch.

The Demon God had returned to the state he maintained within the Asura Path. He recalled the events of the recent period and fell into deep thought.

When the Demon God believed himself to be “Yan Xueyi,” the result of letting his emotions run wild was that he had turned into a clingy little puppy. Being irrational was one thing, but feigning illness? How could the dignified Demon God do such a thing!

Last time, the Demon God had been quite displeased, why hadn't he struck this Heavenly Dao dead? Now he had found the reason: it must be because of "Yan Xueyi."

The Demon God immediately wanted to strike "Yan Xueyi" dead, but then realized that was himself, and suicide was hardly an option.

His crimson-gold eyes held no emotion as he gazed at her calmly. No one would have guessed that the Demon God was actually pondering: In all my years of reincarnation, did some lineage of a wolfhound somehow get mixed into my bloodline?

Chao Jinsui spoke solemnly, "I have a question for you."

"You should, by now, also know of the events of our past life."

The demon god, however, stood with his hands behind his back and stood before the railing of the small building. He said, “I know, I have experienced it”

She was slightly stunned, and it took a moment to ask, "There is something I’ve never understood. You said that after returning to your position, you would sever the Seven Emotions and Six Desires. Why do you still remember me?"

This was the reason she had called him out. She always felt that the Demon God who had returned to his seat in the previous life still felt something for her. Only by confirming this could she reveal everything about the Heaven-Mending Stones.

The Demon God said, "Heavenly Dao, you talk too much."

She countered, "Demon God, when you are Yanyan, you talk more than I do. I’ve endured it all."

Demon God: "..."

What she said made sense. When he was Yanyan, he was indeed quite clingy; the Demon God even found himself a bit annoying.

The Demon God answered, "I do not know why."

She asked, "Then in the past life, why did you cry at my grave?"

The Demon God’s eyes showed no fluctuation. He stood by the railing, silent for a long time. Finally, he spoke.

"I do not know."

“It just hurts to see you dead.”

...

She remained quiet for a long time. In the damp night breeze, neither spoke.

She used to think Yanyan was Yanyan and the Demon God was the Demon God, like two distinct lines. But she suddenly realized that her influence on the Demon God might exceed her imagination.

After a long while, she suddenly walked over and embraced him.

The Demon God said, "I am not your Yanyan."

She smiled. "I know. I'm hugging you behind his back."

Demon God: "..."

The Demon God thought: That's right. I am the demon god, wise and powerful, much better than that "Yan Yan". It's only natural that she likes me more.

Then he thought: Cunning Heavenly Dao. Does she hope to trade this for his soft-heartedness after he returns to his position?

A moment later, the Demon God reached out. Golden starlight emerged in his palm, eventually forming a beautiful, transparent golden orb. Inside was black demonic energy, shifting like sand.

The Demon God said, "The day the black sand fills this orb is the day I return to my position."

"At that time, if demonic energy overflows and the Heavenly Dao is still vacant, world destruction will be my divine duty. I will not be soft-hearted toward you, and certainly will not converse with you as we do today."

The Demon God said coldly, "Do not harbor any illusions. When that time comes, you must not even approach me. Do you understand?"

She understood. Once he returned to his position, the Demon God would be the incarnation of chaos and slaughter. She grasped the transparent golden orb. The black sand already filled half of it. The sand leaking down, grain by grain, was like a countdown.

The Demon God gazed at her for a long time, his crimson-gold eyes calm and rippleless. "Heavenly Dao, do not perish halfway."

This was already the closest thing to a "blessing" one could hear from the Demon God's mouth.

The Demon God intended to vanish, but for some reason, he returned for a final word: "If you do not wish for your Yanyan to spend the majority of his time as a madman, use your Bodhi power to help him. Tell him not to mobilize demonic energy recklessly."

With that, the Demon God vanished.

Sui thought: The Demon God is actually quite talkative, too.

The gold in the demon’s eyes faded, and he changed back into "Yan Xueyi." After a moment, he said gloomily, "Why did you just hug him?"

She said, "To thank him for visiting my grave."

The demon was choked up, instinctively wanting to argue, wasn't he the one who visited her grave? Could the Demon God truly cry for her?

But he himself froze, for he suddenly remembered, at that time, the Demon God had already returned to his position and severed his emotions. "Yanyan" should have disappeared. Why did he still remember?

He realized something was wrong. He suddenly found that perhaps he shouldn't draw such a clear line between himself and the Demon God. Furthermore, being jealous of oneself seemed rather petty.

She said, "Yanyan, there is something I want to tell you."

"I don't want to tell the Demon God. I only want to tell you."

The way she said it was very much in the style of telling people what they wanted to hear. Yet, the demon was immediately soothed, she definitely liked Yanyan a bit more.

"Do you know about the Heaven-Mending Stones?"

In the night breeze, she slowly explained the origins of the stones to him. She turned to look and found the demon was indeed surprised, but it wasn't the existence of the stones that surprised him, it was that she was telling him.

The demon’s expression was strange. "Do you realize the Heaven-Mending Stones are the life of the Heavenly Dao?"

He asked, "And you know I am the Demon God. Are you not afraid I will stop you from mending the heavens?"

She replied calmly, "You also know the stones are my life. Would you take my life?"

"I am telling you this because I want to say: I will not kill you, nor will I ever betray you."

These words carried more weight than ten thousand "I like you."

When you look up and gaze at your moon countless times, the moon eventually falls into your embrace. Do not think it a mere reflection in the water; if you hold her and touch her, you will know she is in your arms, that she will not shatter, and she will not easily leave.

After a long time, the demon smiled. "Suisui, say that again?"

She glanced at him and turned to leave. She had said enough sweet words lately; she hadn't spoken this many soft things in her entire life. This demon was trying to push his luck, not a chance!

But as she turned, she was swept up by the waist! Not only did the demon spin her around, he even tossed her up a few times. She had to wrap her arms around his neck to keep from flying off.

In the small building, laughter and playful scolding mixed together. All the grudges and knots in their hearts vanished in that moment.

By the time they finished their play, the sun had risen.

***

Before them lay the three Heaven-Mending Stones.

Chao Jinsui said, "I had Lingyun ask Qing Gutian, the Master of the Five Poisons Valley, for help. The next stone is in the Jade Sword Alliance."

This stone was relatively easy to track because it had appeared at an auction a hundred years ago. Qing Gutian had started his search from auction houses and black markets, eventually discovering it had fallen into the hands of the Jade Sword Alliance.

"But I haven't found a single clue for the final stone. Yanyan, I'll likely need to mobilize your subordinates."

The Demon Lord, who looked cold and solemn on the outside, nodded. Inwardly, he was thinking: Guang Ping was right. A man must have a career.

The Demon said, "However, I have always felt something was suspicious." He reached out and tapped the black sand orb. "The workings of heaven and earth follow a pattern. They wouldn't accelerate for no reason."

"Think of the things that changed in this life. Eradicating the Su family, the Taixuan Wuji, the Water-Cloud Realm... which of your actions would cause the demonic energy of the world to overflow?"

She asked, "You mean... it’s man-made?"

"But who in this world has such power?"

The Demon asked, "Do you remember those two prophecies?"

She nodded. In both her past and present lives, those two prophecies were the starting points of fate. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they directly caused every tragedy. Whether it was A-Pu sleeping for a century or Chao Jinsui being pierced by ten thousand arrows, the root could be traced back to those prophecies.

Chao Jinsui fell into thought.

Who told Chao Taichu? Who made those prophecies?

The first prophecy could perhaps be attributed to a brilliant diviner, but what about the second? The second prophecy was like a trap. As long as Chao Taichu believed it, he would move against the newborn Heavenly Dao. Facing such a father, the newborn Heavenly Dao would be driven into a corner; it would be strange if she didn't kill her father.

Conversely, if Chao Taichu hadn't believed it and had treated his daughter better, even if he were a scoundrel, she could have simply severed ties and lived with her mother. It wouldn't have reached the point of parricide.

Thinking carefully, those two prophecies were absolutely malicious! But who could be so wary of the newborn Heavenly Dao?

The more she thought about it, the more the culprit sounded like...

She immediately turned to look at Yan Xueyi. Aside from the Demon God, who else hated the Heavenly Dao so much?

The Demon Lord sneered. "I was only two years old then, still playing with mud on the ground!"

She continued to speculate, "What if you were possessed by the Demon God back then?"

The Demon Lord snapped, "If I were possessed, what could I do besides not play with mud?"

This sword cultivator really thought highly of him. Did she think a two-year-old demon in open-seat pants could plot such a massive game?

Since the Demon Lord was just a mud-playing brat at the time, he was temporarily cleared of suspicion.

Just then, footsteps approached outside the building. It was early morning in the Valley of Flying Frost. It was Chao Zhaoyue.

He came in and saw the Demon Lord lingering there. He ignored him and placed a refined green invitation before them. "We received an invitation from the Jade Sword Alliance."

The centennial Jade Sword Assembly was about to begin. Sword cultivation sects from all over the world would gather to elect a new leader for the Jade Sword Alliance. Xirang was naturally a sword sect, and going to the assembly had other benefit.

Chao Zhaoyue: "Xirang can take the opportunity to recruit new disciples."

Granny Shui and the Divine Tree clan were guarding the valley, but they wouldn't join Xirang. Currently, Xirang had only a few people, all of whom were Elders, with Lingyun as the sole disciple. It was a bleak and lonely situation. More importantly, Xirang’s structural framework was magnificent, but they lacked people to move the bricks.

Thus, Chao Zhaoyue planned to go to the assembly to recruit a few disciples to come back and carry heavy loads. In the cultivation world, "disciple" was often a synonym for "unlucky laborer." Since Chao Zhaoyue and Chao Jinsui were famous now, they might as well trick a few people into joining.

After listening, Chao Jinsui thought for a moment and asked, "Zhaoyue, can you accept disciples who are half-demons?"

Chao Zhaoyue raised an eyebrow. "No problem. As long as their talent is acceptable, a hero’s origin doesn't matter."

She turned to the Demon Lord. "If there are half-demons under your command with good talent worth cultivating, you can send them to Xirang."

She wasn't speaking casually; she had thought it through. The acceleration of the demonic surge was a certainty. In the coming time, both humans and demons would undergo massive changes, demons would go into demonic frenzy frequently and surge in power, while humans would lose spiritual energy and grow weaker.

But half-demons were different. As human-demon hybrids, the surge would increase their strength without making them as uncontrollable as pure demons. They would be the true backbone in the coming upheaval.

She had only mentioned it in passing to Yan Xueyi, thinking the Demon Realm might send a dozen or so young demons at most. She never expected the response to be so overwhelming.

The Demon Realm had many half-demons, and their children were half-demons as well. But where in this world was there a place for them? Humans despised them, the Demon Realm was full of danger, and they weren't as strong as innate demons. No one taught them skills or how to survive; they lived like weeds, growing wild through sheer tenacity.

Chao Jinsui didn't know how much of a stir her small idea had caused. Everyone knew human sects had systematic legacies; everyone knew human sects had deep foundations far beyond the makeshift ways of demons. But humans despised demons and half-demons. Not only the great sects, but even small ones wouldn't take anyone associated with demons.

The Lord said: "Don't send just any idiot! Anyone who can't beat a low-level demon gets tossed back!"

The Lord also said: "They must be obedient and hardworking. They must not make her worry."

Despite his many requirements, the Demon Realm was feverish about the matter. The handsome Demon Lord watched his subordinates' enthusiasm and let the corners of his mouth curl up. He was proud and a little smug. His sweetheart was the best person in the world.

When Chao Jinsui woke the next morning, she found over a hundred young half-demons in the Valley of Flying Frost. The moment they arrived, they rushed to work, seemingly afraid they would be kicked out if they did too little. They were sweet-talkers, too, calling everyone "Master" and "Senior Sister" with wide, bright eyes. The valley suddenly became lively.

The Demon Lord appeared beside her. "I sent a batch over first. If you’re unsatisfied, you can send them back at any time." He said, "Don't feel burdened. For a demon, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

She smiled. "Actually, I’ve always regretted something from my past life."

He turned to look at her.

"In my past life, I always regretted not bringing you back to the Kunlun Sword Sect when you were young. I always thought that if you became so wicked, it was all my fault. I didn't hate you. I just felt that since I let you out, you were my responsibility, and I should bear half of your sins."

Looking at these young half-demons now, she remembered the young demon of the past.

He also began to wonder: What would have happened if she had actually taken me back and taught me?

The Demon: "Then wouldn't you be this Lord's Little Master?"

The Demon: "Then I would have to betray my master and defy the Dao."

The Demon: "Would stealing a kiss from one’s Master result in being expelled from the sect?"

Sui: "..."

***

Elsewhere, Hong Niang watched the young half-demons and said after a long silence, "If only I had met your Young Sect Leader when I was a child." With food to eat and someone to teach them, it was a divine life.

Ling Yun asked, "But didn't you meet your Lord?"

Hong Niang smiled. True. When she had nowhere to go, she had been picked up by the young demon, which led to her becoming the Demon General Hong Niang. Ran Yang and Little Eyes were also picked up by him.

Chao Zhaoyue called from behind, "Enough with the sentimentality! Pack your things, we're heading to the Jade Sword Alliance!"

Even though Xirang had many young disciples, using child labor made his conscience prickle. Besides, the kids were numerous and needed some seniors to lead them. Thus, going to the Jade Sword Alliance was a must!

Chao Jinsui also began to pack. She suddenly remembered some old matters. In her past life, she had participated in the martial competition and won the title of the world’s number one sword for the Kunlun Sword Sect. Chao Taichu had reaped the benefits, his status among the world’s sects rising instantly. As the Sect Leader of Kunlun, his prestige had been unrivaled.

But this time, without her, what would Kunlun use to fight for that title?

On the morning of their departure, she went beneath the Bodhi tree. She had watched A-Pu’s memories countless times. She couldn't recognize the voice of the person who gave the prophecy, but she had memorized the tone. If she heard it again, she would definitely know it.

Similarly, she had watched the scene of A-Pu jumping off the cliff countless times.

Beneath the Bodhi tree, she practiced a set of the most ordinary Kunlun sword techniques. In an instant, the sound of the wind vanished, and the cries of birds and beasts faded. In her world, only the Kunlun sword and the Bodhi tree remained.

Her sword was completely transformed from a few months ago! Then, it was full of sharp, limitless brilliance; now, it was restrained and unassuming, yet every movement was like the breathing of mountains and rivers.

At that moment, the figures of Sword Saint Xiaojiu, the female Demon Lord, the Primordial Qi... countless shadows seemed to overlap within her! The white-clad sword cultivator moved like a swimming dragon, her every motion possessing the power to swallow the world.

During her trials within the Bodhi tree, she couldn't take her cultivation level with her, but her sword intent and understanding of the Dao had been reborn. This was the gift of the Bodhi tree.

When she finished, she sheathed her sword. The sword fell, and the leaves stopped. Her black hair fluttered, her face cool as frost. She looked up at the divine tree. She had never forgotten the moment of utter despair atop the tree, nor the bone-deep hatred of her past life.

She had lived one life, so she knew that hatred wouldn't make her stronger; it would only become a demon that she couldn't shake off on her path of cultivation. To the Jade Sword Alliance, vengeance for vengeance, grievance for grievance!

At this moment, her silhouette looked remarkably like the Sword Saint Xiaojiu walking with her sword.

She said, "Mother, I am leaving, to kill people."

***

The trip to the Jade Sword Alliance was not short. With Granny Shui watching the little ones and Guang Ping visiting occasionally, Chao Zhaoyue felt at ease leading the group toward the Alliance.

Naturally, the Demon Lord shared a carriage with her. The journey was long, and the demon’s skill at braiding her hair had become quite refined. When he grew bored of braiding, he would seek her out in her sea of consciousness, acting willfully and leaving his mark everywhere. Finally, he came before her, he found he was still most interested in her.

She immediately opened her eyes. Sensing his intent, she took two steps back. Since the last time she had developed a bit of a shadow over "soul blending", the mad dog was truly hard to handle!

But the demon was persistent. She warily set her conditions: "You are not allowed to move. When I say stop, you must stop."

The demon laughed loudly but eventually agreed.

His forehead pressed against hers. She felt a moment of impending crisis, but the moment he entered her sea of consciousness, the demon suddenly knitted his brows and collapsed directly onto her.

Sui: ?

She thought: Ah, am I really that powerful? He’s done already? She felt a bit of a sense of achievement.

But she soon realized the demon wasn't out because of some unspeakable reason; he was truly unconscious. She opened her eyes, remembering the Demon God’s words, and grew worried: Is there really something wrong with his body?

However, things weren't quite as she imagined.

Since the demonic frenzy, the demon had been feeling frequent headaches. Strange sounds would appear in his ears, especially at night. They were like the buzzing of mosquitoes, audible even when he sealed his five senses. Since it was just a headache, he hadn't taken it to heart.

Until just now, when he was instantly pulled into a dream.

In the dream, he became a divine statue sitting high on an altar, positioned between a sea of fire and a sea of blood, looking down at the worshiping crowd. The scene was like a grand sacrificial ceremony.

Countless voices reached his ears, indistinct but calling for "God" with extreme piety, yet they made his head throb. They called him "Demon God," devoutly offering sacrifices and watering the altar with blood.

Someone said, "God, please return!"

The surrounding crowd cheered in unison, calling to the statue, hoping the Demon God, representing the ultimate evil of the world, would wake soon. The scene was indescribably wicked and eerie.

Finally, the statue opened its eyes, revealing a pair of crimson-gold, majestic eyes. The crowd fell silent instantly, holding their breath as they looked at the divine statue, wanting to hear the God’s divine voice.

The God opened his mouth.

The God said, "Dammit."

"All of you, get the hell out of here!"

Who the hell would disturb a man when he was doing things he loved? Where was their morality? Where was their conscience?

Note: Xirang is the new Sect founded by Chao Jinsui and Chao Zhaoyue 

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