Half White Moonlight Script - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Yuan Yuan and I traveled across the entire continent.

With our bodies as swords and our hearts as scabbards, we remained humble in weakness and modest in strength.

We once fought with reckless abandon to punish evil and promote good; we also once laughed together after being beaten bloody and barely escaping with our lives.

Later, Yuan Yuan even neglected his proper duties to study the path of medicine.

I scolded him for wasting his talent, and his Lifebound Sword even jumped up to help me pummel him.

The youth laughed as he dodged, his eyes shining brightly. “Because I don’t want to see the person important to me constantly bleeding and getting hurt.”

He shook the silver needle between his fingertips at me. “Senior Sister, from now on, just focus on moving forward. I’ll be right behind you.”

For the first time, I felt that Zhu Tao was right.

A real woman shouldn’t always play with cold blades and swords; she should also play with a hot-blooded youth.

I have never been one for dawdling, so I turned around and asked my Junior Brother directly if he lacked a Dao Companion.

That very night, Yuan Yuan washed himself clean and lay obediently on my couch.

Fair, tender, and sweet-he was like a lotus seed with its skin peeled and its bitter core removed.

It was a pity I was young then, lacking romantic sentiment and refusing to indulge in love. Compared to the fine man beside me, I cared more about how to take another step forward on the path of the sword.

Soon after, the Demon Cultivators unilaterally tore up the peace treaty.

The energy of this world is divided into clear and turbid. Those who cultivate clear qi are Immortal Cultivators, while those who cultivate turbid qi are Demon Cultivators. There is no inherent superiority between the two; it is simply that clear qi is born from nature, while turbid qi is born from slaughter.

This made the Demon Cultivators very skilled at fighting. Among the Immortal Cultivators, aside from us Sword Cultivators, everyone else was only good for taking a beating.

For instance, you couldn’t expect that Martial Uncle who loved watching handsome men bathe to kill everyone in all directions with his lecherous gaze.

The cruelty of war far exceeded our imagination.

Due to the inherent gap in strength and the suddenness of the attack, Immortal Cultivators and mortals alike were slaughtered mercilessly for a time.

Comrades who fought side-by-side yesterday, children who gave out candy, lovers who smiled at each other-today, they were gone forever.

It was so for the Immortal Cultivators, and even more so for the mortals.

One day, my deathly lazy Master properly tied his hair crown and headed out the door with his sword in hand.

He asked why we were crying, saying, “Your Master is the Sword Saint, after all. Wait for me to come back and bring you some wine.”

But I waited through a cycle of lotuses blooming and a cycle of lotuses withering, and he never returned.

Later, we heard that Sword Saint Du Canying, along with several other great experts, fought their way all the way into the Demon Cultivators’ palace and heavily wounded the Demon Lord.

The Nine Provinces once again witnessed a sword strike powerful enough to make the heavens and earth change color.

It bought the Immortal Cultivators forty precious years of time, and it taught the world a bloody lesson-justice only exists beneath the edge of a sword.

This breathing room was so hard-won that there was no time left for weakness or tears.

These forty years were considered by later generations to be the most brilliant era of stars for the Immortal Cultivators, but for us at the time, it was simply because we had no other choice.

If possible, the Buddha’s Child wouldn’t have wanted to break his vow against killing; Zhu Tao wouldn’t have wanted to change the techniques of the Hehuan Path to devouring another’s cultivation; Senior Brother Xie Yi wouldn’t have wanted to abandon medicine for poison; Junior Sister Zhi An wouldn’t have wanted to spend every day calculating nothing but ominous celestial omens…

Not long after, following another instance where I was injured by a backstab from one of our own, Yuan Yuan moved from the front lines to the rear in a fit of rage.

Just like years ago, he smiled and said to me, “Zhizhi, you just focus on the front. I’ll guard the rear for you.”

From then on, the names of Sword Immortal Xu Zhi and Immortal Venerable Yuan Yuan became famous throughout the Nine Provinces together.

We trusted each other as much as we trusted ourselves.

Though the long night was cold and bitter, having a lover and friends by one’s side allowed a glimmer of hope for the dawn to still rise.