Chapter 10

Chapter 10

T/N: Its been a long time, and Im truly sorry. Unfortunately I cant promise that future chapters will come quickly. I love this novel and Im not going to drop it, but if anyone can devote more time to this, please feel free to take over at any time and just drop me a comment here so I know to stop working on it. Otherwise, Ill keep at it, slowly but surely!

That very night, I rushed over to the main peak of Chen Ji Shan.

At the entrance to the Wu E Hall, I reported Zhi Yans name, and the guards swiftly allowed me entry. Mo Qing must have already given them instructions.

His words before, If she enters your dreams again, report to me, were not empty words.

I was very pleased. Mo Qings fervor at wanting to grasp my whereabouts showed how much his heart itched with hatred and fear that I would one day make my comeback and steal his position and riches, just as he had done to me.

I waited in the side hall for some time, yet no one arrived, and so I decided to take a look around the place.

The Wu E Hall had, on the whole, no major differences compared to before. The treasures, the presence, the atmosphere; all that should be here, was present. The fierce ghosts carved on the resplendent pillars, the nine-headed snake that curled around them, the skulls on the ceiling lights all of which brought out an atmosphere of cold cruelty and murder.

It was just like Wan Lu Sects style when I was still around.

Standing here in such an atmosphere, I suddenly felt as if I was still alive, with the power to command life and death, living an indulgent life where I was feared and respected by the entire world.

I sat on a chair and leaned back, closing my eyes. Back in the old days

Du! A crisp sound rang out from the main hall to the side. Yi, there were still people in the main hall at this time? Curious, I stealthily crept over and leaned against the door, listening through the wall.

An aged voice, full of suppressed anger, said, Sect Leaders recent actions have been increasingly going against Wan Lu Sects purpose and goals.

His loud voice rang out in the empty and deserted hall, and it provoked thousands of resounding echoes in my heart. Yes indeed! Very correct! I hadnt thought that there was still someone so clear-sighed in our Wan Lu Sect!

I felt that simply listening by the wall was no longer enough to satisfy me, and so I pulled open the door a fraction and peered through, hoping to see this old immortal hero.

But from my angle, the first thing I saw was instead the figure reigning over the hall Mo Qing, sitting in a chair with the shape of a celestial dragon, his face expressionless, as stern as the statues of the gods in the hall. He was completely different from the Mo Qing in the past, who would often hide himself in a huge cloak.

His sitting posture today, was also completely different from how I used to sit on that huge chair, leaning lopsidedly to a side with one leg crossed over the other.

The him now, was more like the drawing of the ancient Demon King passed down over thousands of years silent yet formidable, his presence powerfully oppressive even in the absence of anger.

I pursed my lips. In my heart I had to resentfully admit that Mo Qing had indeed inherited his bloodline; now that Mo Qing is all dressed up, he looked worthy of being the Demon Kings descendant.

At the moment, there was no one else in the Hall but an old man with a head of white hair. He was leaning on a green steel walking stick; the sound of something hitting the floor from earlier must be from the walking stick.

Even though I could only see his back, I had already recognised this old man.

My Wan Lu Sect had countless disciples, and it was impossible for me to manage it all alone. Therefore, under the Sect Leader, there were 4 Peak Leaders North, South, East and West. This old man, Yuan Jie, was the North Peak Leader during my reign.

He was a stubborn and insidiously evil old man who deeply hated the celestial sects.

Before entering Wan Lu Sect, his entire family had been slaughtered by the celestial sects, and from then on, he was wholly focused on demonic cultivation, killing any celestial sect disciple he came across. In the past, there was a common saying amongst the celestial sects: Better to come across Lu Zhao Yao, rather than the North Peak Leader.

He could be considered a capable person. Whenever a particularly reckless celestial sect came to offend us, you cant go wrong with letting him handle it. It was just that he had an overly stubborn and eccentric personality, and so we were not particularly close.

Come to think of it, now that Wan Lu Sect had changed leaders, other than such a stubborn person like him, who would defy the new Sect Leaders words?

(If you are not reading this at Silent Moon Translations, you are reading a stolen copy.)

Yuan Jie said hoarsely, In the past, when you got rid of the arrays at the entrance of Wan Lu Sect, those were merely formalities, and did not matter

Hey, old man, youre making me unhappy with those words. How were those formalities, those were Symbols! Spirit!

Oh. He responded. Before I could even blink, a shadow flashed by, and in the next moment he was right in front of me, mere inches away.

I raised my head to gaze at him uncomprehendingly.

His dark eyes were so clear I could see Zhi Yans face reflected in them. And youre not as scared of me as you were in the morning?

Hes suspecting me, but I cannot panic. The more panicked one becomes, the more mistakes would be made. Therefore I calmly addressed his suspicion: Master, this is me being scared silly.

Mo Qing:

A silence descended over the hall. I cleared my throat, unwilling to let him continue thinking on it. Master, I rested earlier and dreamt of Lu Zhao Yao again.

En. He turned and languidly sat down on a chair, no longer appearing as imposing as he was in the Main Hall as he played with something in his hands. How was she in your dream?

I spoke a load of nonsense at him: Nothing much, she was just standing there. But Master, I think that its not a good idea to keep letting her enter my dreams. Shes hidden while youre in the open; no matter what you do, you have already lost the initiative. Why dont we find her first?

(This is translated by jillaimee and if youre reading it off a site with other novels, you are reading stolen stuff.)

Mo Qing raised his head to glance at me, his gaze evaluating. You can find her?

Not now. I walked over to the chair beside Mo Qing and sat down. Only a square table separated us, and I leaned half of my body over, trying hard to get close enough so my breath could flutter the strands of his hair. If I could look through a few tomes, perhaps I could find a spell to look for deceased people.

I firmly believe that Mo Qing is interested in Zhi Yans body. Otherwise, how could I have so easily fooled him the last few times?

But just as I got closer and closer to his face, an invisible barrier appeared in between the two of us. My face was squashed against it, looking rather unsightly, so I had no choice but to angrily lean back again.

He didnt look at me, wholly focused on the object he was playing with in his hands. First tell me how she was standing there, with what kind of expression and posture.

Mo Qing, this little ugly monster, was really so strange to the point that I cant even comprehend him. Why would he mind something so off-topic and unimportant? I wracked my brains, and finally said, Justfloating in mid-air, not much expression.

Didnt she make you burn money?

Ahyes.

She never begrudged that the money was not enough? Never asked you to continue burning? How about tomorrow? Are you no longer burning them?

Yesthe money was so little it practically was asking for my ghostly life. We definitely have to continue tomorrow, and also think of ways to let others burn money for me as well it is completely impossible to stop burning money! I sorrowfully replied in my heart; raising my gaze, I saw that Mo Qing was staring directly into my eyes

I suddenly remembered a scene from long ago. At that time, I had yet to establish Wan Lu Sect. I had just ran out from Wan Lu Shan, and accidentally saved Mo Qing, who was still a boy then. I took him along with me; he had always been taciturn, wearing the black cloak several sizes too large for him and a mask over his face, never revealing it to others.

One night, I had drank too much, and found an inn in the village at the foot of Chen Ji Shan to rest at. I woke up in the middle of the night in a sleepy daze, trying to reach for some water to drink. Then, by my side, a small hand raised my head up, and brought the water to my lips.

I saw his face full of greenish scars. It was so horrifying it made ones scalp go numb.

When he saw that I was gazing at him, he let go of the unfinished bowl of water in a panic, shattering it and spilling water everywhere. He then quietly retreated to a side, clumsily shielding his face from view.

But it was not the scars on his face that I remembered; it was his eyes: Like a sea of bright stars.

At that timeI seemed to have described it as such.

That scene had originally been forgotten amidst all of my accumulated memories, until now, when I saw the current him, it was like a veil had been removed, and everything became clear.

I flinched back, unconsciously hiding from his gaze.

For in that split-second, I had an illusion that his clear eyes had seen right through me, and into my very soul.