Chapter 465: Born with the Ability to Love, So You Are My White Moonlight

a great battle concluded in an odd and somewhat farcical manner.this time, ghost heaven suffered a costly defeat.

black sword's ambush attempt failed, the root demon blood vanished, and even the prime demon blood was taken.

after the mysterious blood-armored figure disappeared into the outer heavens, the battle was over, with no point in continuing.

upon black sword and purple fate ancestor’s return to demon pass, an explosive message quickly spread across demon abyss.

“yin soul heaven…betrayed demon abyss?”

“yin soul heaven has declared independence from demon abyss?”

“this world…is about to change!”

this news sparked a storm, unleashing chaos across demon abyss.

within demon pass, the commotion led to numerous conflicts, resulting in the deaths of many cultivators caught up in the disorder.

in contrast, ghost pass was eerily quiet.

inside the vast grand hall, looking up, one could see what appeared to be a deep, star-studded sky with a galaxy stretching across in breathtaking splendor.

the expressions on heavenly sovereigns ghost sin and ghost origin’s faces were dark and foreboding.

“the palace envoy…seeks death!”

their plan this time failed due to the unexpected intervention of the palace envoy.

“why did the root demon blood head toward him?”

“and why is it that the supreme truth killing move of our master of banners doesn’t work on him?”

these two questions lingered in the minds of heavenly sovereigns ghost sin and ghost origin, an unsolvable riddle.

the root demon blood, mysterious and born from the root demon tribulation, was a perilous existence without self-awareness.

yet when the five ancestors unleashed it upon black sword, the root demon blood turned and flew toward the palace envoy.

“this root demon blood—is it his son or something?” heavenly sovereign ghost sin muttered irritably.

“he must have some rare artifact that altered the blood’s course, allowing him to claim it,” ghost origin replied, his face tinged with caution.

“the root demon blood is now in his possession; we must proceed carefully,” spoke a supreme truth cultivator, fear of the root demon blood clear in his tone.

“hmph! he doesn’t wield the master of banners’ killing move. even if he possesses the root demon blood, he cannot harm us. were it not for his slippery ways, i would’ve smashed him with one slap!” just the mention of the palace envoy set ghost sin’s temper ablaze.

with that power level, the palace envoy would easily be crushed if he dared confront ghost sin head-on.

yet the opponent’s means of sudden disappearance remained an enigma, one he couldn’t decipher.

“he even escaped the master of banners’ supreme truth move… clearly, he is no ordinary opponent. with linya shedding just around the corner, his sudden appearance targeting ghost heaven is a matter we cannot ignore,” spoke another supreme truth cultivator, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

“hmph! buzzing around like an annoying fly!” heavenly sovereign ghost sin, unable to trap the palace envoy, grew increasingly agitated.

as he muttered, the heads of countless flies within ghost pass abruptly bore the word “sin” before they shattered into dust.

any cultivators in ghost heaven with trace blood of flies on them also bore the “sin” mark upon their foreheads and instantly dropped dead.

one supreme truth cultivator’s anger had left a swath of bodies stretching far and wide.

the other supreme truth cultivators remained unperturbed.

“why get worked up over a fly? the palace envoy may have strange methods, but his strength is…limited, at best capable of wounding a low supreme truth,” said one of the supreme truth cultivators in a thunderous voice.

the yang god sovereigns below nodded, not overly concerned about the palace envoy.

with so many yang god sovereigns gathered at ghost pass, the palace envoy had no chance of causing trouble.

he might be loud, threatening to take their all-souls banner, but that would only lead to his death.

if he hadn’t escaped quickly, they would have easily killed him!

at that moment, a voice filled with searing heat and fury rang out.

“did sealing the space, activating the heaven severing grand array, and even using the master of banners’ supreme truth move all prove useless against him?”

it was a yang god sovereign from taihuang palace speaking.

“useless!” ghost sin replied.

in the battlefield in the outer heavens, they had employed countless space-sealing techniques, including arrays.

even the master of banners’ supreme truth killing move was directed at him, yet he still slipped away easily.

“it seems we currently have no way to restrain him,” said the yang god sovereign from taihuang palace, then laughed, “in time, once the palace master traverses the heavens, he will have nowhere left to hide, and you will be able to kill him freely!”

in their view, the palace envoy was weak and slippery, but if his hiding place was discovered and exposed to daylight, he stood no chance of surviving.

the yang god sovereigns of ghost heaven felt at ease hearing this.

at this point, ghost sin thought of something and discreetly asked, “may i ask, are there other traitors within demon abyss besides the five ancestors?”

the opponent was not a supreme truth cultivator, but ghost sin still addressed him respectfully as “sir.”

after all, taihuang palace governed linya shedding, and angering them could result in taihuang palace unleashing the root demon tribulation upon him.

the yang god sovereign from taihuang palace’s gaze dimmed, and he shook his head, “i do not know.”

...

meanwhile, in a certain strange land.

qi yuan felt refreshed and invigorated.

“this time, i really hit the jackpot!”

“so much root demon blood, a whole two thousand drops…”

“wait, wasn’t it supposed to be ten thousand drops?”

“those scoundrels from ghost heaven held back eight thousand drops—utterly shameless!” qi yuan seethed.

with ten thousand drops of root demon blood, his cultivation of blood of the ancestors could reach the fourteenth layer within a year.

now he could only hope to reach the thirteenth layer.

“it’s true; the deeper you understand a villain, the more their wickedness is revealed. what i once knew was just the tip of the iceberg.”

“at first, i thought they’d just stolen my palace banner, but now…they’ve even withheld my hard-earned root demon blood!”

“this is unforgivable!”

“with both these offenses stacked up, even though you’re my white moonlight, i’ll still have to root out this evil!”

qi yuan had already decided; once ancestral blood technique reached the thirteenth layer, he’d proceed with his grand plan.

currently, on the twelfth layer, he was too weak.

sneaking into ghost pass would get him immediately detected, and he would have to retreat before dealing with any thieves.

but once his ancestral blood technique reached the thirteenth layer, things would be entirely different.

at that point, his ten thousand paths martial god cultivation would approach the supreme truth level.

he’d be able to infiltrate ghost pass, discreetly judge any thieves, and reclaim his palace banner.

and if discovered, he could escape effortlessly.

qi yuan, methodical in all things, remained strict with his plans, adhering to them as whims suited him.

with this thought in mind, qi yuan’s gaze settled on the root demon blood.

[root demon blood, born from the root demon tribulation, is associated with the unique creature, the root demon ancestor.]

“root demon ancestor?”

seeing this term made qi yuan shudder as if sensing an immense, unknown horror.

“could it be…something at the third yang god level or even beyond?”

qi yuan pondered.

“is the root demon blood’s draw toward me connected to my innate ability, the heart demon of the void realm?”

during his visit to gongxing star, he had followed the eastern lord into the root demon sea.

unexpectedly, the fearsome root demon sea did not harm qi yuan at all.

qi yuan knew it was due to his unique ability.

his heart demon of the void realm shared a kindred connection with the root demon, allowing him to resist its corruption.

“heart demon of the void realm, realized in the flowing wind world.

“its origins trace back to the fate tablet.

“could it be that the fate tablet has ties to the root demon ancestor?”

qi yuan thought carefully.

if the fate tablet were ordinary, how could it have captivated bai ze?

after all, bai ze had within him the great sun golden lotus left behind by the great sun bright buddha.

“hey, are you conscious? why are you napping on me?” qi yuan called out to the root demon blood.

but it made no response.

“oh, you’re probably not conscious because you don’t have a brain,” qi yuan murmured, removing the root demon blood and storing it in a bag.

a sudden thought crossed qi yuan’s mind.

“if i planted the root demon blood, would i harvest a root demon ancestor come autumn?”

of course, it was just a thought.

for now, he needed to hurry back to demon pass, refine the palace banner, cultivate the ancestral blood technique, and strengthen his abilities.

if spring doesn’t pass, autumn won’t come.

in his cave dwelling, purple fate xiaolu lifted her dress slightly, revealing a glimpse of fair, porcelain-like ankle, her youthful face glowing with anticipation.

she stole a quick look at qi yuan, dressed in his blood-red robe, his handsome, almost demonic face making her catch her breath.

after a few seconds, qi yuan, who had been meditating, opened his eyes. a fleeting glint of golden light crossed his eyes before he quickly masked it with black.

“xiaolu, what brings you here?” qi yuan asked, smiling gently.

"i…" purple fate xiaolu pressed her legs together and stood stiffly, tongue-tied. for some reason, being around her blood-robed senior brother now gave her a strange feeling of closeness.

if previously, her attraction was based on mere admiration and a little lust, now it seemed to stir even her soul, as though her very spirit sought to merge with his.

qi yuan sensed her unusual behavior and immediately shifted his blood aura.

he wondered if the thirteenth layer of ancestral blood technique could somehow influence those in demon abyss.

once his blood energy adjusted, purple fate xiaolu felt less stifled, breathing easier as she gazed at qi yuan with wide, bashful eyes. she stammered, "this is…my new collection…ancestor blood spirit water…"

purple fate xiaolu had been helping qi yuan gather ancestor blood spirit water, essentially tiny smart tracking bugs.

qi yuan could use these intelligent probes to locate the ancestor blood’s trail.

"excellent." qi yuan took the ancestor blood spirit water, clearly pleased.

the timing was perfect, as he had just run out of root demon blood. perhaps this spirit water would reveal even more secrets to him.

"here’s the final payment!" qi yuan said, handing xiaolu an immortal jade.

xiaolu stared, slightly stunned, her eyes sparkling as she held the jade he’d touched close to her chest.

"i’m not stingy, you know. here’s another gift for you—a yang god offering,” qi yuan added, handing her an offering from a yang god.

with the spirit water she’d provided, xiaolu had helped him gain over a thousand drops of root demon blood. a yang god offering wasn’t too much to give in return.

in xiaolu’s eyes, stars seemed to burst as tears pooled at the edges of her gaze, clearly touched.

“blood-robed senior brother, you know… xiaolu grew up without a father…”

her delicate, teary gaze looked up at him, brimming with vulnerability.

“could you be my father?”

“pfft…” qi yuan looked at the petite figure before him and couldn’t help but laugh, “you’ve got a wild imagination!”

he wondered if the ancestral blood technique technique was indeed causing issues.

he’d better alter all his blood aura at once.

just recently coming of age, he wasn’t eager to take on numerous “offspring.”

xiaolu looked a little disappointed, clutching at the edge of her clothes in silence.

qi yuan, as if struck by an idea, suddenly asked, “did purple fate ancestor have a father growing up?”

“ah?” xiaolu’s mouth opened slightly, as though realizing some dreadful possibility.

“and what about the abyss lord—did he have a father?” qi yuan continued thoughtfully.

xiaolu’s face flushed red, “i…i don’t know.”

fear rose in her eyes, dreading what truth might emerge.

seeing xiaolu trembling slightly, qi yuan laughed, “since i’ve been secluded for a while, did anything significant happen in ghost pass?”

relieved, xiaolu gathered her composure and answered earnestly, “yin soul heaven defected from demon abyss, triggering a number of battles and quite a few deaths.”

mentioning this, xiaolu’s expression grew solemn.

caught in the whirlpool of conflict, those involved could feel the tension like a mountain looming over them. however, from a historical perspective, it might only earn a few passing mentions.

“at present, demon abyss is tense. besides yin soul heaven, some suspect there are still others hidden in the shadows, ready to betray at any moment,” xiaolu added, looking worried.

many disciples of yin soul heaven might not have even known about the betrayal. they might’ve been drinking with fellow demon abyss cultivators only to learn that yin soul heaven had broken away, leaving them to face grim fates as expendable pawns.

“sigh, the world of cultivators is so harsh. where’s the trust between people?” qi yuan lamented.

he couldn’t care less about who the traitors were.

if purple fate ancestor defected, he’d follow her.

if another heaven defected, he’d simply watch the show. it wouldn’t affect him.

when he discovered fengshuai heavenly sovereign was an infiltrator, it was merely another piece of information for qi yuan, irrelevant to his plans.

all he had to do was keep implementing his grand strategy.

after a few more questions, qi yuan let xiaolu take her leave.

outside, xiaolu’s face flushed as she stomped her foot shyly, “why did i say such a thing?”

…

within the vast ghost pass lay regions of unknown dimensions, hidden realms safeguarded by yang god sovereigns.

at this moment, heavenly sovereign huizeng was hosting a banquet in his cave, with rare herbs, spirit fruits, and soul-numbing smoke made from cultivators’ souls filling the air.

one puff of this “soul-awakening smoke” could lift one’s spirits immensely.

fengshuai heavenly sovereign took a deep breath, a satisfied look glinting in his eyes, “worthy of its name—‘soul-awakening smoke’ indeed.”

huizeng sovereign looked smug, “if you enjoy it, take these ten sticks as a gift.”

“thank you, fellow daoist.” fengshuai accepted the offering.

with yin soul heaven’s defection from demon abyss, the five ancestors had returned to preside over yin soul heaven, while fengshuai was sent to ghost heaven to liaise with its cultivators.

he visited each of the yang god sovereigns in ghost heaven, strengthening bonds.

“speaking of which, there’s a trivial bit of amusement i recall,” fengshuai said, chuckling.

“oh?” huizeng showed interest.

“back at demon pass, blood-robed qi yuan told me he’d be coming to kill you in a month.”

fengshuai relayed qi yuan’s antics, including the “egg-gift” incident and how he’d discovered fengshuai was an undercover agent.

huizeng laughed dismissively, “an arrogant junior, ignorant of respecting his elders! when demon pass falls, it’ll be his final day!”

the two laughed heartily.

then, suddenly, huizeng’s expression changed.

“what’s happening? why…do i feel an ominous chill?”

fengshuai’s eyes narrowed as he grew alert.

in an instant, both their surroundings turned blood-red.

looking up, they saw a towering figure clad in blood armor, holding a sinister blood sword, gazing coldly at them from a short distance away.

the blood armor was adorned with intricate, mesmerizing patterns, enough to trap anyone in their depths at a glance.

a raspy, cold voice echoed through the air.

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huizeng’s eyes widened, every warning instinct blazing, “the palace envoy! how did you get in here?”

his heart trembled.

this was ghost pass, fortified by supreme truth barriers!

how could the palace envoy infiltrate undetected?

was he not a mere alternate yang god, not even a supreme truth cultivator?

“as they say, the light of justice shines everywhere; where there’s evil, there’s me!”

qi yuan, clad in blood armor, looked every bit like the reaper from hell, cutting down the corrupt.

“hand over the palace banner, and i’ll leave your corpse intact.”

he swung his sword, and huizeng and fengshuai immediately felt the piercing intent of the strike, as though their bodies and souls were about to be sliced apart.

both heavenly sovereigns wanted to flee.

but they dared not move a muscle.

they sensed that if they attempted to escape, the palace envoy’s blade would be upon them.

cold sweat dripped as they realized their miscalculation—how could the palace envoy be so powerful?

days ago, at a supreme truth meeting, they had discussed how to easily evade the palace envoy if encountered.

yet here they were, feeling like they were facing a full supreme truth expert.

a genuine supreme truth cultivator against yang gods at their level was unthinkable.

damn it, this was no mere alternate yang god—this was a supreme truth!

could the palace envoy have advanced from heaven rank to supreme truth within a month?

impossible!

those ancient ancestors were useless; they hadn’t even gauged the opponent’s cultivation level properly.

panicking, they searched for a way out.

fengshuai heavenly sovereign, grasping for any chance, quickly said, “senior, i’m not from ghost heaven. i don’t have the palace banner; i’m just a guest here!”

in a life-or-death moment, loyalty was meaningless.

if huizeng was slain while he escaped, ghost heaven’s cultivators wouldn’t dare do anything to him.

he’d survive; that was all that mattered.

at that moment, qi yuan’s gaze fell on fengshuai, “you’re not leaving.”

fengshuai’s body shook, his expression turning desolate.

“actually…i know you.” qi yuan spoke lightly.

“what?” fengshuai looked at him, shocked.

faces flashed in his mind as he tried to recall who the palace envoy might be.

if they had some connection, maybe he’d have a chance.

“who i am important doesn’t matter,” qi yuan said coldly. “what matters is you. you…you are my white moonlight.”

“white moonlight?” fengshuai was stunned, bewildered by the words.

“white moonlight,” qi yuan explained, “is the unattainable longing of one’s youth—something one wishes for but dare not touch, lest it tarnish the beauty of that distant dream.”

fengshuai blinked in disbelief.

did this palace envoy—a man—actually like him?

could it be?

qi yuan held his blood-red sword, his eyes chilling yet intense. “i was born with the capacity to love, so you…you are my white moonlight.”

in that moment, fengshuai realized qi yuan was mocking him.

“white moonlight, worry not,” qi yuan continued in a solemn tone. “after you die, i’ll take good care of your belongings. rest in peace; your remains and ashes won’t go to waste.”

he felt genuinely moved by his own words, thinking himself a thoroughly considerate man.

in that instant, his sword trembled slightly, and the entire world seemed to be drenched in blood.

"let’s…die together!"

with ancestral blood technique honed to the thirteenth level, qi yuan had reached the level of the great supreme truth, ascending from his previous state.

he could now fully unleash chaos in ghost pass.

a massive slash descended from his sword, neither flashy nor showy. the brilliance of this single strike left fengshuai and huizeng without a single chance to resist.

even their manifested avatars, their ultimate defense, crumbled like tofu under the blade’s force.

a single, powerful attack from a great supreme truth could effortlessly annihilate two yang gods.

boom!

qi yuan kept his word, storing the ten thousand souls banner into his dimensional storage and handling fengshuai’s possessions with great care.

he even tossed fengshuai’s ashes into the netherworld, using them as fuel for a future resurrection.

“white moonlight, rest peacefully. i know you both must feel lonely. no worries—i have endless love to give, and soon you’ll have more white moonlights to keep you company.”

as qi yuan whispered his promise, shouts of rage and astonishment echoed nearby.

“who’s there?”

“it’s the palace envoy!”

“what audacity!”

“how did he get in here?”

“he killed huizeng and fengshuai…!”

one yang god sovereign sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. he inhaled so sharply, the sound echoed throughout the chamber.

instantly, more than twenty yang god sovereigns, including three great supreme truth experts, closed in on qi yuan, their faces a mix of shock and confusion.

looking at these elderly sovereigns, qi yuan’s cold expression softened into a warm, gentle smile.

"old, wealthy, and disinclined to bathe…”

they met all the criteria in his white moonlight manual.

“it seems… i’ve fallen for you all, white moonlights!” qi yuan declared, taking a step forward as he brandished his blood-red sword, his voice filled with fervent devotion.

in a matter of moments, he’d fallen for all twenty-seven, multiplying his white moonlights by twenty-sevenfold.

that was the strength of his innate love for others.

the yang god sovereigns stared back in shock or anger.

“what are you talking about?”

“enough with the nonsense!”

“palace envoy, you’re not getting out alive today. seize him!”

the voice of ghost guilt heavenly sovereign echoed furiously.

the last time qi yuan had interfered, he had ruined ghost guilt’s carefully laid plans. he hadn’t taken the palace envoy seriously, but after a month had passed, the envoy had not only returned but also dared to sneak in, killing one of ghost heaven’s yang god sovereigns.

“attack!”

at ghost guilt’s command, the twenty-some yang god sovereigns unleashed their full force in unison.

qi yuan smiled as he met their attacks, wielding his sword with ease as he cut through their ranks like a wolf among sheep.

“such affection,” he remarked casually. “are you all giving me a massage?”

the weaker yang gods’ attacks fizzled out upon impact, unable to so much as scratch him.

a typical great supreme truth cultivator was already resilient, but with his blood armor, qi yuan was practically untouchable by anyone below the supreme truth level, let alone heaven rank yang gods.

in this moment, he appeared truly unstoppable.

other yang gods would never dare such audacity, to infiltrate ghost heaven’s core, where the hidden, destructive treasures and defenses could heavily injure even supreme truth cultivators.

but qi yuan was unbothered; he could slip into his purple mansion space to escape at any time.

confidence radiated from him as he engaged them head-on.

“you…have reached supreme truth?” ghost guilt’s eyes widened in disbelief.

how had qi yuan reached supreme truth in just a month?

his expression changed instantly, his voice sharp as he called out, “retreat! hurry, all of you, retreat!”

had qi yuan remained a mere yang god, he’d have been vulnerable to their joint assault.

but now, as a supreme truth, the palace envoy had become someone they couldn’t even harm.

the other yang gods understood immediately. they scattered like birds, trying to escape.

watching them flee, qi yuan sighed with disappointment. “am i so hideous that everyone runs the moment they see me?”

he aimed a slash at the nearest few yang gods.

the three great supreme truth experts rushed toward him, desperation in their eyes as they tried to distract him and prevent any further slaughter.

but they were too slow.

by the time they reached qi yuan, two more unfortunate yang gods lay slain.

in the hands of a great supreme truth expert, yang gods fell as easily as chicks.

in that moment, qi yuan felt he had gained a sense of power, a foundation of his own.

he swiftly collected the ten thousand souls banner and then turned his gaze on the three great supreme truth experts, his face grim.

“because of you three, i wasn’t able to properly take care of my white moonlights’ inheritances. how vile!”

with a furious glint, he clashed with the three supreme truth experts.

of course, qi yuan didn’t want a prolonged fight; he simply wanted to cut down a few more white moonlights.

but with these three blocking his path, he had no choice but to engage.

“i want to test my limits anyway!” he muttered as he fought.

“die!” ghost guilt shouted, seething with rage and worry.

after all, the had yet to begin, and ghost heaven had already lost six yang god sovereigns.

the horror was almost too much to bear!

what was worse, they couldn’t stop the palace envoy.

killing him was out of the question. they couldn’t even hold him in place. all they could do was take hit after hit.

“palace envoy,” ghost guilt called out mid-battle, “we have no quarrel with you! why torment ghost heaven? do you truly think us weak?”

his voice was furious, but behind it lay a hint of concession. he was hoping to negotiate.

ghost heaven had no way to kill or imprison the palace envoy, let alone permanently rid themselves of him.

“i don’t see you as weaklings; i see you as beloved white moonlights! but you’ve exploited my love to steal my palace banner!” qi yuan’s voice was cold. “if you want me to let this go, it’s simple—hand over all the palace banners.”

ghost guilt’s face flushed with rage. “impossible!”

the ten thousand souls banner was the foundation of ghost heaven. these banners were their very means of survival; they could never hand them over!

“in that case, die!”

his blood-red armor gleamed as he wielded his sword, moving like a god of destruction, massacring all in his path.

the immense aura of his presence forced even the bravest to flee.

within ghost pass, cultivators shivered in fear, and even the yang god sovereigns scrambled to escape.

the clash of power was so intense that the very fabric of demon pass trembled with the impact.

after a while, an almost palpable, terrifying aura surged through the space.

finally, ghost heaven’s banner lord couldn’t stand idly by; his artifact of divine retribution came forth, unleashing a fearsome supreme truth killing blow.

seeing this, qi yuan’s expression softened, though he looked reluctant. “my dear white moonlights, i know you’ll miss me. rest assured, it won’t be long before i return.”

with a flash, the supreme truth killing move struck down, and qi yuan’s figure vanished.

ghost pass quaked with fear as the yang god sovereigns processed what had happened, their hearts weighed down by dread.

the three great supreme truth experts were grim, visibly shaken.