The White Moonlight Senior Brother Loves a Bad Seed Like Me - Chapter 1

Everyone in the cultivation world had gone mad.

To resurrect Senior Brother—the white moonlight they could never forget—they had actually resorted to a forbidden art, sacrificing more than a hundred mortals to summon what remained of his soul.

Unfortunately for them, there was a bad seed like me around.

I had despised Senior Brother since childhood. He was a hypocrite. Sentimental. Forever lecturing people, forever breaking his promises.

And in the end, he had even managed to die so thoroughly.

I hated him. How could I possibly give him the chance to come back and infuriate me all over again?

So while the cultivators were not looking, I quietly slipped a drop of my filthy heart’s blood into the formation.

The ritual began. Everyone waited with bated breath.

Even the mortals inside the sacrificial array wore expressions of joy and release. They had all been born poor and lowly. In exchange for one life, the cultivation sects would protect their entire families and keep them fed and clothed.

And they would be bringing back the savior of the world.

By any reckoning, it was a profitable trade.

The formation blazed to life, its radiance painfully bright.

I lurked in the shadows of a ruined wall, waiting to savor everyone’s disappointment.

But in the next instant, a figure truly appeared at the center of the array.

Cheers erupted. Every face shone with the joy of recovering someone long lost.

Only I stared at that seemingly familiar figure in disbelief, jaw clenched hard enough to crack my teeth.

I did not know what had gone wrong.

But the moment I saw him, I was certain.

He was not Senior Brother.

The mortal looked exactly like him, yet he wore bizarre clothes that left his arms and legs bare.

His initial shock quickly gave way to ecstasy.

“Holy crap! It’s finally my turn to transmigrate!”

The mortal’s name was Mingxiu. He claimed to come from a thousand years in the future.

And in his hand was none other than Senior Brother’s Longlife Sword.

The elite cultivators of the various sects concluded that he had to be Senior Brother’s reincarnation. One after another, they rolled up their sleeves, ready to drag him back to their own sect.

Naturally, my astonishingly gifted Junior Martial Uncle, Lu Fei, was no exception.

He opened his folding fan in front of Mingxiu and staked his claim.

“Yinyu was a disciple of Qingyun Sect. His reincarnation naturally belongs with us.”

His gaze upon that mortal was as gentle as a warm spring breeze. When he turned to me, fresh snow frosted his eyes.

“What do you think, Yinle?”

My teeth had been grinding ever since the mortal appeared.

“He isn’t Senior Brother.”

“Senior Brother was a moon suspended high above the world—noble and elegant, flawless as jade, with every living soul held in his heart…”

“How could this counterfeit possibly compare?”

The words left my mouth, and the crowd recoiled in horror.

Only then did I realize how revolting I sounded.

“What nonsense is he spouting? That is clearly Immortal Lord Yinyu!”

“Everyone in the cultivation world knows how much he resented Yinyu. He could never reach the moon, so now he wants to drag it into the mud.”

“He must be twisting the truth because he wants Yinyu’s reincarnation all to himself!”

I had never cared for the real Yinyu. Why would I want a counterfeit?

I laughed in fury and withdrew from the struggle.

“Believe whatever you want. I can’t be bothered.”

The atmosphere turned hostile again.

No one knew who struck first. Within moments, everyone was fighting.

Then the mortal they had been tossing back and forth cried out.

“Ah! My sword!”

Everyone looked up.

The Longlife Sword he had been clutching was now in my hand.

To reclaim the sword for their beloved, they immediately pointed their blades at me.

I merely smiled and pointed behind them.

They turned to find Lu Fei already trying to spirit Mingxiu away.

I cheerfully fanned the flames. “Which matters more, the man or the sword? Think carefully.”

A sword was only an object. Mingxiu, meanwhile, was flesh and blood.

Surely no one could be stupid enough to confuse the two.

Junior Martial Uncle shot me a cold look. Then he summoned his bonded sword and fled with Mingxiu, whose face lit up at his first experience of flying by sword.

The other cultivators chased after them in a great dark swarm, like dogs after a meat bone.

Only the mortals remained.

My interference had altered the formation, so they were all still alive. Yet they did not seem particularly pleased about it. They sat there in a daze, as though they could not understand why they had failed to die.

In a world like this, death truly was easier than life.

Just look at Senior Brother. He had died cleanly, while everyone left behind suffered and mourned for him.

He was comfortable. I was not.

It made me angry.

So I kicked every dazed mortal out of the formation and sent them on their way.

At last, heaven and earth fell silent, and I stood alone.

My chilled fingers brushed the hilt of the Longlife Sword, slowly tracing the black scale set into it.

My lips curled into a mocking smile.

“The sword you treasured so much still ended up in my hands.”

“In the hands of a bad seed like me.”

I was about to draw the blade and admire my spoils when the shattered formation behind me began to glow with a faint white light.

Mist rose and wrapped around me.

Sensing something, I turned.

My vision blurred in the haze. Deep within it stood the dim outline of a figure, graceful and painfully familiar.

My lashes trembled. I blinked.

Both mist and shadow vanished, as though they had been nothing more than a waking dream.

I sneered inwardly at my own delusion.

Spending too long around those idiots must have rotted my brain.

How could he possibly return?

The man who had died without leaving so much as a trace would never come back for anyone.