The Devil is My White Moonlight

“Right, let’s go up the mountain.” Deng Xian understood. “Senior Brother Mu is going to find the source of the water.”

“En,” Mu Yun replied, “Although it may be an illusion created by Lingshan, I still feel a little worried if I don’t go see it in person. Besides…”

Mu Xiyun looked up at Gu Qingqiao. 

“Besides,” Gu Qingqiao nodded at him, “There is a teleportation array in the Lingshan Illusionary Realm, which can also teleport one out of the mountain.”

Deng Xian was stunned for a moment, and then he slapped his thigh and said, “How could I forget that those who enter the Illusionary Realm will be transported down the mountain by a teleportation array, regardless of whether they’d obtain a celestial weapon or not.” After a while, he responded, “Then you two just…”

Mu Xiyun coughed lightly and walked up the mountain, while Gu Qingqiao only blinked at Deng Xian, and followed up with a smile, leaving the Senior Brother of  Qingcheng Mountain, who only realized that he had been deceived at this moment, and then helplessly followed behind.

The three of them went up the mountain road, but this time they did not encounter any obstacles. Only the occasional one or two small animals that would jump over the road in a panic, and quickly hid when they saw people.

Not long after walking, a clear sound of running water became louder, and its mist that rushed toward their faces moistened its surface. At the corner of the mountain road, a white streak fell from the sky and crashed on the mountain wall, causing bursts of water spray.

Mu Xiyun stretched out his hand to the waterfall, but before he touched the water, he was pulled back by Gu Qingqiao. He looked at Gu Qingqiao with helplessness and then the other instead reached its hand to the water. Afterwards, he retracted his hand after confirming that there was no problem and simultaneously released his sleeves.

Deng Xian, who was on the side, didn’t pay attention to them, and directly put his hand into the edge of the waterfall, and then shrank back with an exclamation.

“What’s wrong?” Mu Xiyun glanced at Gu Qingqiao’s hand, feeling a little nervous. 

“Eh, it’s okay.” Deng Xi waved his hand. “This water is just so cold.”

The weather in April in the south was already very warm. Although the mountains were cool, there was no colder feeling than this. At the moment, as the three of them stood beside the waterfall, they felt the freezing cold sensation coming from the water. When one placed their hand in the water, it was even more chilling to the bone.

Suddenly, in front of their eyes, a small black shadow mixed with running water quickly fell. By the time the three of them leaned over to look, it was long gone. Presumably just a random animal on the mountain that stumbled down.

“Let’s go,” Gu Qingqiao said after not seeing any clues for a while. “Go up to the source and see.” 

Lingshan was not too high, based on the previous Lingshan Taoist discussion, one could reach the magic array on the top of the mountain in the evening of the next day or in the morning of the third day. A section of the road before the formation was called “Chuang Feng”, because people from all walks of life would show their spiritual powers on this road, compete with others, eliminate opponents, until the moment when the enchantment before the phantom formation disappeared.

At this moment, the three of them were walking on this “Chuang Feng” road, and it was peaceful until they reached a small house.

Although Immortal Sect disciples were full of admiration and fantasies about Lingshan, everyone who had already climbed Lingshan knew that the entrance to the illusion was not as tall and brilliant as people imagine, on the contrary, it looked very shabby.

According to legend, this was the place where Nie Wuya lived before his ascension. The thatched hut was built on the mountain and was located in a small open space. In front of the door, a sloping fence enclosed the small courtyard, with a few bamboo chairs in the courtyard and a few green bamboos beside the house. At first glance, it looked like a quiet and simple house.

At present, outside the small courtyard, a group of people were standing.

The flash flood occurred on the night of the first day. During this time, most of the people had not yet reached halfway up the mountain. The group of people here should all be survivors from the flood.

There was no need to climb the peak, the torrent had already made a choice for them.

The three slowly walked towards the crowd. A burly man with a beard turned his head, saw Deng Xian, and nodded to them. “Longhu Villa, Fang Rui.” Seeing both of them looking at him, Deng Xian explained in a low voice. After he finished speaking, he stepped forward to give a salute and asked, “Brother Fang, you guys…why are you standing here?”

Fang Rui raised his head in the direction of the hut. A tall and thin young man pushed the door into the room, and after a while, came out again. There was a sigh of disappointment from the crowd.

The Lingshan Illusion had disappeared.

“Could it be because it isn’t time yet?” 

“Let another person go in and try?”

Mu Xiyun took two steps to the side, sat cross-legged beside the bamboo forest, closed his eyes, and felt the spiritual power of this place. The disciples of Moyun Mountain had always had a good reputation in the Immortal world. At this moment, Mo Xiyun’s face looked steady and calm, and when everyone saw this Immortal brother in white sitting under the breeze and green bamboo, with his eyes closed, showing a state of solemn compassion, the anxious and irritable mood was comforted for a moment, and everyone slowly calmed down.

After a while, Mu Xiyun opened his eyes, stood up, and asked the people in front of the house, “Is there a descendant of Lingwu Sect here?”

A Taoist priest in black robes came out. “Wen Zirui of Lingwu Sect, Taoist Priest Bai’s disciple.”

“Good.” Mu Xiyun said, “I heard that Lingwu disciples have a skill that can detect the distribution of spiritual energy in one place, and even make invisible enchantments appear. I wonder if this Senior brother can use it.”

According to legend, Qi Weiling, the founder of Lingwu Sect, was a spiritual stone miner. He was born with a special sensitivity to spiritual energy since birth and often uses this skill to explore spiritual veins in the wild. Later, Qi Weiling became successful in cultivating immortals. Qi Weiling then gradually summarized this skill into a single one. In Lingwu Sect, there had always been a daily pulse inquiring session, which was used to recruit people who were sensitive to spiritual energy to practice this method, specializing in spiritual vein exploration, and to use spiritual stones to support the school.

Wen Zirui nodded and replied, “The method of sensing spiritual energy pulse is beneficial to practice, and the disciples in the sect naturally learned a thing or two.”

“En, then please feel the fluctuations of this place, Senior brother.”

Wen Zirui went out to the yard, sat down with his legs crossed facing the hut, and made hand seals with both hands. In a short while, dense beads of sweat oozed out from the tip of his nose and on his forehead, obviously, his spiritual energy was close to being exhausted. Seeing this, Mu Xiyun said in a low voice, “Senior Brother Wen, continue to cast spells, I’ll help you.” After speaking, he placed his hand on Wen Zirui’s back and transmitted his spiritual energy to him.

Indistinctly, Wen Zirui saw the spiritual flow of the hut in front of his eyes, but he still couldn’t see it clearly.

Mu Xiyun frowned. Gu Qingqiao immediately reached for his back and injected spiritual energy.

Deng Xian and Fang Rui also joined in. The five people’s spiritual energy were combined, and Wen Zirui’s vision became much clearer immediately.

In front of him, a powerful spiritual current was like a rushing river, hovering and churning on the ground. The five-colored spiritual currents continued to surge upwards as if they were about to break through some shackles. But no matter how hard it struggled, as soon as it left the ground, it would be scattered by a pair of invisible hands, and would never take shape.

Wen Zirui opened his eyes and described what he saw to everyone.

“So, the Lingshan Illusory Formation was actually suppressed?” Deng Xian asked in surprise.

The illusion that the immortal left behind was actually suppressed, which surprised everyone. And the source of this oppression…..

Everyone looked up at the same time on the cliff with a height of fifty feet above. There was a thin white mist and above the white mist, there was a huge cave. From that huge cave, water was gushing out as a ray of sunshine was reflected on its spraying water. The huge stream of water crashed down with a heavy chill.

“Then let’s go up and have a look?” Fang Rui asked tentatively. For a time, everyone looked at Mu Xiyun.

Those who arrived at the hut were all young and talented, and it stands to reason that no one could be trusted. But everyone had been here for several hours, and they had already tried various methods to no avail, and they each were anxious. At this time, seeing Mu Xiyun raise his hands in a stable and peaceful manner, and found the source of the contradiction not long after he arrived, all of a sudden they all cast a trusting look at him.

Although Mu Xiyun had a light temperament and doesn’t like to take responsibility, but now that everyone was panicking and waiting for him to speak, he didn’t cowered down and said lightly, “Lingshan has changed abruptly, this strange waterfall comes from nowhere, and even suppressed the powerful illusion, which only shows that it is dangerous. If you have no intention of exploring, and you still have the jade plate in hand, it is better to stay away from here and use the jade plate to teleport out of the mountain.”

Most of the immortal disciples who participated in Lingshan’s discourse were the proud disciples of their own sect. They were arrogant and had a high opinion of themselves. 

Now is a great time to make a name for yourself, anyway there’s still the jade plate,  why not take a look?

Because some just survived the flood, there would be considerably weaker ones. The people who could enter the realm were only a dozen. If someone could break the suppression, they could enter the realm and get a celestial weapon. If they could just follow others, why wait?

Only a young man in a blue shirt stepped forward and said to Mu Xiyun. 

“Thank you for the reminder, Senior brother. I won’t join in on the fun.”

 After saying that, he waved his sleeves and went down the mountain with a ​​laugh.

Everyone looked at his back full of spirits as he went away, and for a while they had their own thoughts.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” 

The arrogant sons of heaven couldn’t hold back for a long time, and several teenagers immediately drew out their long swords, recited the spell to go to the cave hole where the waterfall was gushing out.

However, not one flew.

All the sword spells were ineffective, most of the spiritual swords remained motionless. The one or two that had considerable energy only bounced, turned over the ground, and then fell motionless.

Everyone looked at each other. Even the Imperial Sword Art was suppressed. To go up the mountain, there was only one way left.

This rock wall was straight upward, as if it was split by a giant knife. The remaining half acted as a barrier at the rear of the hut, and the other until its tip pierced through the clouds. Fortunately, there were many vegetations on Lingshan, and there were many vines and shrubs in the stone cracks, there’s still something one could hold on to.

Without saying a word, his figure swayed and his robe flew lightly in the wind, like a big white bird, leaping up the rock wall lightly and skillfully. When he gained a foothold, he lightly stepped on the stone wall, and then rose up another ten feet.

Gu Qingqiao followed closely, but he went straight up. They didn’t see how he borrowed such force, but the cooperation of his hands and feet was very tacit, and the speed of the rise was comparable to that of Mu Xiyun.

A dozen or so teenagers also jumped up and climbed the stone wall.

What Mu Xiyun used was Moyun Mountain Tianliang Peak’s unique skill “Crossing the Clouds”. It stresses “lightness”, “dexterity”, “smartness” and “speed”. When one reached a high level, one would be like a white crane spreading its wings and flying a dragonfly on the water. One would be extremely agile, and it also only required very little spiritual energy. Even so, Mu Xiyun still felt that the higher he climbed, the more difficult it was to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body.

“Could it be that there is another problem with the fusion of body and soul?” He was secretly perplexed.

There was a layer of white fog in front of him. The mist was wispy, constantly flowing in front of the eyes. Mu Xiyun took a deep breath, exerted force on his feet, and half of his body thrust into the white mist.

In a flash, a gust of wind descended with enormous pressure. Although Mu Xiyun had been mentally prepared, Mu Xiyun did not expect the wind to be so strong. His feet and hands slipped, and his body was suddenly lifted to the side inside the mist

Mu Xiyun’s heart was startled as the wind whistled in his ears. The spiritual energy in his body was heavily suppressed that he could not move at the moment, and only witnessed as he was getting farther and farther away from the white fog.

Suddenly, a long arm was wrapped tightly around his waist. His body was still falling, however he saw that the man’s other hand flashed with light, and the tip of the knife went in and out in a string of sparks on the rock wall, making a sharp noise. Finally, the blade cut into a crack in the stone, and the two fell slightly slower. Mu Xiyun immediately reached out and grabbed a vine to stabilize his body.

Both of them gasped violently, Mu Xiyun turned his head and saw Gu Qingqiao’s terrified face that was close at hand. His eyes were still staring at him for a moment, almost in a daze.

“You…” But before Mu Xiyun could speak, he felt his arm tighten around his waist, and he was tightly hugged by the other party as a whisper sounded in his ear.

 “It’s alright, it’s alright. I’m here, don’t be afraid. “

Mu Xiyun was a bit lost, but he didn’t dare to push him away and simply let him hold him. 

“Hey, are you all right?” Fang Rui’s voice came from far away.

Gu Qingqiao’s body jerked, as if he was awakened. Then, as if being scalded by the fire, he suddenly let go of his arms and hurriedly clambered on the vines, and then said, “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

The warmth that shrouded his body suddenly disappeared, and Mu Xiyun somehow felt that his heart was empty for a moment. He raised his head and glanced at Gu Qingqiao, then lowered his eyelashes, and said below. “We’re fine. There are strong winds and spiritual energy in the mist, everyone be careful.”

When he turned his head again, Gu Qingqiao had regained his composure, looked up at the white mist, and asked, “Continue?”

“En.” Mu Yun nodded and continued to climb up.