Half White Moonlight Script - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A thousand years after my death, a flicker of consciousness suddenly flickered to life within my remains.

As it happened, the moment I woke, my Dao Companion, Yuan Yuan, was bringing back a young girl who looked remarkably like me.

Having not seen him for a millennium, I was surprised to see how attentive he had become. Even while flying on his sword, he remembered to maintain a spiritual barrier to shield her from the wind.

Ah, well. It’s as they say: you can’t stop the rain from falling, and you can’t stop a widower from moving on. I sighed inwardly.

That was until one day, I saw him staring at the girl, lost in thought, as he whispered, “Zhizhi.”

The girl looked up, confused. “Master?”

With a face full of innocence, she asked, “Who is Zhizhi? Do I look like her?”

“No.” Yuan Yuan tightened his grip, then turned and swept away.

He was lying.

This girl looked like she had been carved from the same mold as me.

Before I could even muster a cold sneer, I saw Xu Luo roll her eyes hard at Yuan Yuan’s retreating back.

“Pah!” she mouthed silently.

“A man who doesn’t keep his virtue!” she spat.

Me: ?

My name is Xu Zhi.

A thousand years ago, this name and Yuan Yuan’s name were famous throughout the Nine Provinces, carried on the flash of our blades.

Being forgotten after death is the way of the world. A thousand years have passed; I don’t grudge Yuan Yuan for loving someone else.

But keeping a body double is truly disgusting-it’s the kind of insult that makes your ancestors turn in their graves. I was beyond repulsed.

Enduring it for a moment only made me angrier the more I thought about it, so I chose to beat Yuan Yuan up every day.

A remnant soul cannot be perceived and can hardly interfere with the physical world; at most, I could only stir up a small gust of chilly wind.

So, I made a point of aiming specifically for the back of his head.

If the wind won’t blow you away, maybe it’ll blow you bald.

Go ahead and be a Bald Immortal Venerable, then!

Ex-Husband Bro, please accept this final gift from me.

Yuan Yuan doted on Xu Luo in every possible way.

He was clearly a man obsessed with the sword, yet he couldn’t bear to let his disciple suffer the hardships of sword training. He only taught her life-saving techniques.

Not long after Xu Luo joined the sect, a rumor started spreading out of nowhere that she was the reincarnation of Sword Immortal Xu Zhi. Many within the sect believed it.

They said her voice, her face, and her smiles were just like mine. Even her Sword Bone and natural talent were said to be identical to mine.

These whispers reached a fever pitch after Xu Luo retrieved my former Lifebound Sword from the Sword Tomb.

Even Sect Leader Senior Brother made a special trip to ask Yuan Yuan, “Is Xu Luo really the reincarnation of Junior Sister Xu Zhi?”

Yuan Yuan continued stroking my finger bones and did not deny it.

Sect Leader Senior Brother took that as an answer.

In front of the entire sect, he gifted her countless spiritual treasures. “You suffered so much for the sake of the common people in the past; it is only right that you should have everything now.”

The rumors were officially confirmed.

By riding on my reputation, Xu Luo enjoyed endless adoration.

Even though my remains were nothing but a skeleton and my heart had long since rotted away with my flesh, I still felt a pang of sadness.

Especially regarding my Lifebound Sword.

You have to understand, to a Sword Cultivator, their sword is more important than a spouse!

Ugh! I even prepared a temperature-controlled scabbard for it before I died!

To think it had so little integrity that it wouldn’t even remain a widow for me!

I could just die from crying.