Fake Demon Lord [BL]

32 - Who Is The White Moonlight In Your Heart

Translator: THISBRO

(unedited)

This was Xuanmen's first operation in a hundred years that specifically targeted demonic cultivators in an attempt at annihilation, it was also the most serious and cautious they have been in history. Qing XuZi came with the full force of the Xuanmen Righteous Sect, he brought all of the Nascent Soul stage elders with him. He was even uncharacteristically not amiable as he prohibited any other sect's cultivators from following. This was because their opponent this time was special, he wouldn't allow any slip-ups.

Qing XuZi's temperament was gentle, back when he was negotiating with the Snowy Mountains' spirit cultivators, he didn't even blink when his table was flipped in front of him. Whatever he went there to discuss was discussed, he wasn't affected in the slightest. However, for this operation, he forcefully dissolved the Demon Extermination Campaign before the other sects could even say anything.He didn't give anyone the chance to participate in the battle. The Jianghu's righteous faction was jolted awake at this moment, they realized that this Xuanmen Sect Leader also had a temper. However, was Bu QingYun still that important to him even though a hundred years have already passed?

It should be said that Qing XuZi and He Huan truly were master and disciple. One emptied the Palace of Bliss before the start of the war, and the other dismissed the Demonic Extermination Campaign. This was clearly the most definitive battle between good and evil, yet when He Huan dropped from the sky all he saw at the massive gate was Qing XuZi and a few attendant disciples. Such momentum/energy was less than even the ordinary duels between cultivators, it was extremely shabby.

He Huan hadn't expected something like this. He knew that Qing XuZi would never make senseless sacrifices, but he also knew that the Heaven's Library Pavilion had already set up a deadlock on the Palace of Bliss, they definitely would not let the fame of exterminating demonic cutivators fall to just the Xuanmen Righteous Sect. With this current situation, could it be that Qing XuZi finally used intimidation against the righteous faction?

Since you hadn't paid me any attention for eighty years, and since you thought that I had fallen into the demonic path because my heart was wrong, then why would you stick a reputation for being tyrannical onto Xuanmen for a demonic cultivator? Even Bai Chen knows that you will be killed by me because you can't bear to kill me first, how could you possibly control the world with such a soft heart, shizun?

For 80 years, Qing XuZi watched the Fallen Immortal Lake without taking a single step outside. In He Huan's memory, he was still the black-haired and baby-faced immortal, although he was in a high position, he was always friendly and as gentle as jade. Whenever he saw his two disciples return from their travels, he would reveal a comfortable smile, the gentleness contained within his eyes was like the gleaming reflection of ripples spreading away when the spring breeze blew over the Fallen Immortal Lake, calm and clear, not allowing its onlookers to forget.

These years, the reason why he never reminisced on that time was because his appearance was extremely haggard when he and Qing XuZi separated. Now that they've met again, however, that person already looked vastly different from the one in his memories.

The cultivator in front of the palace still wore the same white robe made with rough stitches. Qing XuZi had once explained that this was made by the previous Xuanmen Sect Leader in her last years for her disciple and it was the last thing that remained of her in this world. This was why he had never changed to another outer robe ever since his succession to the Sect Leader's position. In her last years, the previous Xuanmen Sect Leader did not carry even a sliver of spiritual energy, even the robe she had stitched was just a mortal item. However, Qing XuZi carefully loved it even though it looked old-fashioned. In comparison to the white-clothed disciples standing behind him, he only looked like a poor and old cultivator.