So I Had No Choice But to Stop Being the White Moonlight – Chapter 142
by Little PandaConcerning My Cultivation and Turning My Wife into a Rabbit
Farewell
“You, a dignified Xianjun, also have days when you dare not face things, don’t you?”
After briefly meeting with Yuan Ming, Chi Qian felt much heavier.
The next day, she couldn’t help asking Song Tang if she could really bear to watch Yuan Ming lose her beloved. But Song Tang only smiled and asked what she herself had done back then.
That was true.
If she could use her own life to fulfill her beloved, there was nothing to regret.
What’s more, Song Tang knew one thing more than she had back thenβthey would definitely reunite. The pain of this moment was for a longer future.
The cold moon cast a pale light, illuminating the night with exceptional peace.
It was nearly noon. The people in the Demon Realm were somewhat lethargic. The demon soldiers guarding the walls swept past the withered branches on the side, not noticing the figures hidden behind them.
“In the face of all living beings under heaven, love and romance are small matters.” Chi Qian looked up at the moon, about to become full, and sighed.
“Yuan Ming must understand this. She is the Main System; this is her responsibility.” Shi Jinlan was much calmer. Her thick fur still wasn’t suited to this temperature. Like a white glutinous rice ball, she curled up in Chi Qian’s arms.
“Do you think there’s something above the System?” Chi Qian gazed at the moon, her thoughts wandering.
“Are you asking about fate?” Shi Jinlan understood Chi Qian’s meaning and looked up.
Chi Qian nodded. “Before I encountered the System, I thought this was my fate. But after knowing about the System, I realized it was just a story they wrote.”
At this, Chi Qian looked at Shi Jinlan, her eyes growing rounder, filled with curiosity: “Then what about the System? Who created the System?”
“I’m not clear on that.” Shi Jinlan didn’t fully understand either, but she was certain of one thing: “I only know that if you feel something is unfair, you resist it.”
Her voice was calm and certain. Her harmless face was written with a spirit of rebellion.
Chi Qian knew that the person speaking these words had already done so. So she looked at the rabbit in her arms and reached out to scratch her: “Ah, our shijie rabbit is so impressive.”
Human fingers brushed along the direction of fur growth, bringing a gentle, comfortable sensation along the spine.
Shi Jinlan seemed to have grown somewhat accustomed to her rabbit identity. She quite liked Chi Qian treating her this way. As Chi Qian stroked her, she gradually melted into a rabbit pancake in the person’s arms.
Until a dark cloud passed over, and the moon instantly became perfectly round.
A faint redness showed through the moonlight. Shi Jinlan immediately restrained her relaxation, looking at the moon, and said to Chi Qian: “Shimei, it’s time.”
Chi Qian’s hand, brushing over Shi Jinlan’s body, paused. She knew what this meant, but still turned toward the damaged breach and said: “Let’s begin.”
The damaged area in the city wall was the weakest point in the Royal City’s defenses. Song Tang had intentionally left it vulnerable, so Chi Qian easily broke the barrier there with magic.
After leading the guarding soldiers away, Shi Jinlan slipped out unnoticed.
A gust of wind blew past. With a white shadow flashing by, the demon soldiers walking toward this side were all knocked unconscious by the drug.
“Shijie.” Chi Qian looked at her handiwork, then bent down, skillfully letting Shi Jinlan return to her arms.
“Shhβ!”
A long whistle came from the silent, solemn Royal City. Chi Qian was about to lean out to respond when she heard another whistle from the distance.
Dark clouds served as a glamour, hiding the vast multitude of cultivators behind them.
A woman with an immortal demeanor came riding the wind, landing gracefully before Chi Qian: “I didn’t expect there would be someone inside the city to respond.”
“Xianjun.” Chi Qian performed a ritual bow, looking at this person with respect.
“You’re a disciple of Gucheng Hollow?” This person was Yuan Ming’s master, known as Wuhuan Xianjun. She recognized Chi Qian’s identity at a glance.
Chi Qian nodded: “Yes.”
Wuhuan Xianjun’s face immediately showed a gratified smile: “That old man Chengwu finally raised two good disciples.”
Chi Qian felt that this Wuhuan Xianjun seemed even more formidable than Yuan Ming. With one look, she saw through the rabbit in her arms.
Wuhuan Xianjun was also very satisfied with this person and rabbit, gesturing: “Very good. Come with us.”
“Yes.” Chi Qian followed, gathering Shi Jinlan more securely in her arms.
The situation would become more dangerous from here. She had to be more careful and protect Shi Jinlan.
The moon rose higher and higher, a red sun wheel.
The entire Demon Realm seemed to have changed its wind direction.
Chi Qian followed Wuhuan Xianjun, flying toward the sleeping quarters where Song Tang was. Along the way, they killed any demon they encountered.
But before they could go upstairs to aid Yuan Ming, suddenly a cold blade slashed across the sky outside the corridor, striking two figures into Song Tang’s sleeping quarters.
The sound of cold weapons meeting was crisp and piercing. Song Tang’s mouth held a trail of blood.
Though this suddenly realized drama was something she was acting out, the grief in her eyes was real: “You lied to me.”
“To uphold justice, not to deceive.” Yuan Ming tightly gripped the sword in her hand, her gaze resolute, immovable.
Song Tang heard this and laughed coldly.
Her eyes were blood-red with fury: “You say you’re upright and aboveboard, but actually you’re no different from us. You’d use such underhanded methods!”
The sword in Yuan Ming’s hand was gripped even tighter, several veins climbing up it, as if reflecting her unstable heart.
But no matter what, Yuan Ming said to Song Tang, and also emphasized to herself: “Everything is for all living beings under heaven. You slaughter the innocent, no longer tolerated by this world. I am merely acting on behalf of heaven!”
“Acting on behalf of heaven.” Song Tang sneered, repeating Yuan Ming’s words. Her eyes held both tyranny and desolation.
Wuhuan Xianjun listened to Yuan Ming and Song Tang’s conversation, feeling only that the people of the Demon Realm were treacherous. She hurriedly reminded from a distance: “Disciple Ming, no need to delay further with her!”
Hearing this, Song Tang reacted faster than Yuan Ming.
She looked at this intruding woman, reached out and waved, and a bright red flame rushed toward the woman.
Wuhuan Xianjun had no preparation at all, or perhaps she reacted but couldn’t withstand it. She was directly knocked to the ground, hellfire1 burning all over her body.
“Ming’erβ!!” The woman’s voice sounded like a sharp vengeful ghost, drilling straight into Yuan Ming’s ears.
Yuan Ming never imagined that this one meeting would be her last with her Master.
Her eyes were about to split, her voice filled with heart-tearing disbelief: “Master!”
That painful emotion spread across the entire sky above the Royal City, suddenly shattering the lower-level demon soldiers.
Song Tang swallowed, holding back the urge to embrace Yuan Ming. She teleported over and grabbed her by the throat: “So it was all lies to me, wasn’t it.”
She maintained the collapsing emotions from the script, questioning Yuan Ming: “You never had a fallen family, never truly admired me. Your love for me was also fake, wasn’t it?”
Sharp fingers pressed dead against Yuan Ming’s throat, making her unable to breathe.
In her voice, those clear pupils were filled with grief. Yuan Ming couldn’t tell herself whether this was for her Master, or because of Song Tang’s questioning.
“Say it!” Song Tang grew angry, her questioning voice drilling straight into Yuan Ming’s heart. “You, a dignified Xianjun, also have days when you dare not face things, don’t you?”
Her throat tight, Yuan Ming realized she seemed to have really been hit by what Song Tang said.
In these days with the Demon Venerable, she hadn’t dared to face things.
As if seeing Yuan Ming’s wavering, Song Tang spoke, just like in the past, leaning close to Yuan Ming’s ear.
Those cool lips lightly kissed her ear shell, as if mocking, as if certain: “You love me, don’t you?”
Electricity pressed with heat, passing through Yuan Ming’s blood vessels.
Her heart beat as if wanting to admit it. But looking at the thousands of cultivators who had come here because of her message, she forcefully suppressed it, impossible to admit: “No. From beginning to end, I only used you.”
This voice was much louder than Song Tang’s questioning, as if announcing to the world.
So everyone present knew, all knew that the Demon Venerable had been deceived in her feelings by a cultivator, ridiculously believing they were in love.
Song Tang suddenly laughed. Dark clouds gathered blackly in the sky, rain becoming Heavenly Fire2, descending on the Demon Realm: “This fire will burn all of you people! I’ll make your entire cultivation world bury us!”
Almost instantly, Yuan Ming heard wails almost identical to her Master’s just now.
The people of the Demon Realm could somewhat resist this flame, but the cultivators who came here had no resistance at all. Touched by the falling fire, they would burn all over.
Clusters of flames continuously fell to the ground, using people as kindling, like clusters of candles illuminating the world.
Yuan Ming looked in disbelief at her fellow disciples, swinging her sword toward Song Tang who was setting up a formation. In her hatred was mixed persuasion that shouldn’t exist at this point: “Little Highness, stop creating more killing karma!”
“Killing karma? I’m only protecting my people. How can this be called killing karma!” Song Tang retorted, raising her hand to lash out with her whip.
Yuan Ming’s longsword was wielded far more skillfully than Chi Qian’s, without flaw.
Song Tang also brought out all her abilities. Since this was the last time anyway, she might as well let her end quickly. At least later when Yuan Ming looked back, they were truly incompatible between good and evil in the end, with less pain.
Rumbling sounds exploded one after another from the sky. Chi Qian dealt with the demon soldiers and Heavenly Fire constantly surging over, her peripheral vision catching streaks of lightning lighting up the sky.
Rain couldn’t extinguish the Heavenly Fire, instead burning the entire land into more mud.
What was originally an overwhelming advantage became evenly matched under the Heavenly Fire, even becoming weaker.
Chi Qian tightly protected the white rabbit in her arms, swinging her sword down, watching the demon soldiers before her turn to ash.
Then Chi Qian suddenly heard a very loud thunder. The firelight paused, all gathering in the sky.
“Tangtang.” Chi Qian’s heart suddenly stopped. She looked up at the sky.
In the pitch-black night, two figures stood side by side.
On the cold sword blade was stained black and warm blood. Yuan Ming had stabbed the sword into the place where Song Tang had held her hand not long ago, the place she had pointed out to her.
What a resolute gaze that was.
Song Tang breathed heavily, looking at this gaze and smiled.
The whip in her hand still held final strength, the scorpion tail dripping with venom suspended right behind Yuan Ming. If it fell, it would be an ending of mutual destruction.
But just as Yuan Ming prepared for this ending, only a cold wind blew past from behind.
That sinister scorpion tail retracted its attack, suddenly falling down, like a fleeting life.
Yuan Ming couldn’t believe her eyes, her pupils trembling.
Her body was tense, always in a defensive attacking posture, but the hand holding the sword couldn’t stop shaking.
Black blood was completely different from her knowledge, yet stimulated her even more than ordinary blood scent.
“Farewell.” Song Tang smiled gracefully, like every time she didn’t follow the script with Yuan Ming.
But this time she didn’t gain any advantage over Yuan Ming at all. Instead, she closed her eyes, fulfilling Yuan Ming’s great righteousness.
“She, is she⦔ Chi Qian looked at the sky, unable to believe her eyes.
Though Chi Qian knew this was just a trial, that if this story ended smoothly, they could return and reunite.
But seeing her friend pass away, Chi Qian’s heart felt as if someone had poked it, instantly shattered into pieces. She didn’t even notice that after Song Tang perished, her body transformed into Heavenly Fire falling toward the land.
This fire carried an aura that swallowed everything, indiscriminately swallowing toward everyone.
A clear tear had just traced down Chi Qian’s cheek when the Heavenly Fire was instantly blocked by a barrier.
“Ah Qian!”
A faint clear fragrance was unusually distinct in the blood-soaked Royal City, unstained by the mire.
Sky-blue sleeves floated gracefully, covering Chi Qian’s form. A tall, slender figure emerged cleanly.
The little white rabbit that Chi Qian had protected in her arms transformed back into human form, protecting Chi Qian who was about to be swallowed by the Heavenly Fire.
The author has something to say:
Lanlan: I’m human again!
Footnotes
- Hellfire (dΓ¬yΓΉ mΓnghuΗ) β dark flames from the underworld in Chinese cultivation mythology. Unlike ordinary fire, it burns with intense spiritual heat and cannot be extinguished by normal means. It represents the destructive power of yin energy.
- Heavenly Fire (tiΔnhuΗ) β fire summoned from the sky in Chinese cultivation mythology. It represents yang energy at its most destructive, burning with spiritual intensity that ordinary water cannot extinguish.
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