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Upon returning to Yin Ming Hall, I felt like a dormant butterfly, quietly folding my wings and immersing myself in cultivation. Each day, I either tinkered with alchemical concoctions in the alchemy chamber or meditated in my small courtyard. This tranquil existence brought me a sense of contentment.
However, beneath this calm surface lay a storm brewing. I couldn't shake the thought of Xie Wuyuan's so-called "white moonlight." This name pierced my heart like a thorn, leaving me restless.
Finally, unable to contain my curiosity, I began to investigate discreetly. To my astonishment, no one within Yin Ming Hall seemed to know who this white moonlight was. I scoured the personnel records of Yin Ming Hall, consulted countless texts, and even discreetly inquired among other sects, but the name appeared to have vanished without a trace.
This revelation sent a jolt through me. Could it be that this white moonlight didn't exist at all? Was she merely a perfect illusion conjured by Xie Wuyuan? As this thought took root, it spread like wild grass, impossible to ignore.
With this question lingering in my mind, I began to quietly probe into Xie Wuyuan's past. What I uncovered was startling—this seemingly untouchable Master of Yin Ming Hall had endured a tumultuous childhood.
He was born in a small mountain village, orphaned at an early age and bullied by the villagers. They saw him as a burden, often withholding food and forcing him to do the dirtiest and most laborious tasks. In winter, he could only curl up in the woodshed, relying on the faint moonlight for warmth.
Hearing this stirred something within me. It turned out that this man, who appeared cold and unfeeling on the surface, had once been a lonely and helpless child deep down. I could almost picture him as a boy gazing up at the bright moon in the sky, dreaming of a gentle soul coming to rescue him.
Yet even so, I dared not let my guard down. Who knew if these stories were true? Perhaps they were just another trap he had set.
As time passed, however, Xie Wuyuan's demeanor towards me began to shift subtly. He started appearing more frequently by my side—sometimes "bumping into" me at the entrance of the alchemy chamber or "passing by" in the courtyard. Each time we met, his deep-set eyes sparkled with an unusual light.
Moreover, he began presenting me with various peculiar gifts. On one occasion, he even brought me a Thousand-Year Snow Lotus, claiming it was specially meant for my cultivation.
"Xiao Qi," his voice was low and gentle, "would you like to cultivate with me? I can teach you some unique techniques."
I was taken aback for a moment before politely declining. "Thank you for your kindness, Hall Master, but I prefer to cultivate alone."
Xie Wuyuan's eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment, but he quickly regained his composure. He nodded and said, "Very well, the path of cultivation lies in self-realization. If you need any help, feel free to come to me."
Watching him turn and walk away, a mix of emotions surged within me. What was this man really thinking? Was his concern for me genuine, or did he have ulterior motives?
As I pondered these thoughts, an odd premonition suddenly washed over me. I closed my eyes and focused my energy, and to my shock, I saw a chilling vision—Yin Ming Hall shrouded in blood, disciples sprawled across the floor, and Xie Wuyuan surrounded by a group of black-clad assailants, trapped in a perilous situation.
The premonition came abruptly but was strikingly clear. I knew that Yin Ming Hall was about to face an unprecedented crisis, and Xie Wuyuan might very well be in grave danger.
I opened my eyes, filled with conflicting emotions. Should I warn Xie Wuyuan? What if this was part of his scheme? Yet if it were true, how could I stand by and watch him fall into danger without acting?
Just as I hesitated, footsteps echoed from the courtyard. I looked up to see Xie Wuyuan approaching, holding a delicate wooden box and wearing an unusual smile.
"Xiao Qi," he called softly, "I found a precious herb that can be used to refine a pill for enhancing cultivation. Would you like to give it a try?"
As I gazed into his expectant eyes, it suddenly dawned on me that perhaps our relationship had undergone a subtle change without either of us realizing it. The so-called white moonlight might truly just be an obsession deep within him—a phantom he clung to in order to fend off loneliness.
In that moment, I understood that no matter what the future held, I could not remain an onlooker. For in this ruthless world of cultivation, we might just be each other's only support.
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