The White Moonlight Subdues Everyone with a Suona - Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Na Na Na
Ji Bingyu had always been someone who would not stop until she reached her goal.
After delivering that classic line, she saw that Yan Yiduan in front of her merely widened his eyes with a face full of disbelief, yet he still failed to transform into a Godzilla sporting her client’s profile picture. She could not help but feel a little confused.
Could it be…
Could it be that he was still lacking a beating from society???
Ji Bingyu fell into thought.
Perhaps just like in certain online games where some bosses had to be thoroughly beaten before dropping equipment, maybe this unique little thing in front of her also needed a thorough beating before he would transform, allowing her to finally leave this dream?
Thus, after being stunned into a brief trance by Ji Bingyu’s forceful speech, the mysterious voice discovered something even more mind-shattering.
Ji Bingyu, the gentle and kind-hearted white moonlight heroine of the original book, was currently pinning down her nominal—and blood-related—younger brother, Yan Yiduan, and subjecting him to a completely inhuman, brutal beating!
A brutal beating, as the name implied, meant imposing an all-around crushing defeat on the opponent from body to mind. Take what Ji Bingyu was doing to Yan Yiduan right now for instance: she first kicked him in his censored area, sending him sprawling to the ground, and then, holding her wooden sword, commenced an inhuman beating.
The entire series of actions flowed like water, leaving the mysterious voice dumbfounded.
It no longer wanted to imagine what the cracks on the Pillar of Heavenly Rules had turned into.
Never had the mysterious voice hated not having a physical body as much as it did right now. If it had a physical body, it would immediately close its eyes, fall into a deep sleep, and return to its happy planet.
Where there was definitely no woman named Ji Bingyu.
[…What are you doing?] The mysterious voice felt entirely exhausted, forced to switch strategies and humbly ask, [Dear, sorry to bother you, but could you temporarily stop what you’re doing?]
However, its voice was too quiet, and Ji Bingyu did not hear it at all—or rather, she selectively ignored the words.
Because Yan Yiduan was simply too annoying.
At first, Ji Bingyu had only intended to make a casual gesture and hit him a bit, saving her strength to deal with the final boss. Who knew that Yan Yiduan would actually dare to resist, his mouth hurling incoherent personal attacks at Ji Bingyu, including but not limited to words like ‘filthy’ and ‘lowly’.
To a 21st-century adult who surfed the internet daily, such vocabulary was far too childish, even bordering on tedious.
If this were in reality, it would not spark Ji Bingyu’s temper at all; sleeping five more minutes would be far more valuable. Yet right now, Ji Bingyu believed she was in a dream!
Ji Bingyu: I’m beating you because I feel like it, and you still dare to resist?
Thinking of this, anger flared up inside her. Holding the wooden sword, Ji Bingyu used the blade to beat Yan Yiduan severely while the confusion in her heart grew larger as well.
This dream was a bit strange. Not only were the visuals much clearer and more exquisite, but the initial buildup was also far too long, and even the later development differed from before.
While Ji Bingyu was thinking, her hands showed no mercy, and Yan Yiduan, caught off guard, was beaten to the point of almost coughing up blood.
He had no idea where this woman got so much strength today. In the past, hadn’t she always allowed herself to be hit and insulted, staying quiet and silent even after being teased by him?! Why did she suddenly gain so much strength today?! How dared she actually fight back?!
As for Yan Yiduan himself, his talent was actually not good, and he had not even stepped foot into cultivation yet, only knowing some basic sword techniques. Unfortunately, pinned by the collar by Ji Bingyu right now, he could not even reach his sword, let alone use sword techniques.
Seeing another wound on his arm, Yan Yiduan’s outfit had transformed from that of a flamboyant, wealthy young master into a ragged little beggar by the roadside. While dodging, he shouted in desperation, “What are you all standing around for! Hurry up and catch this crazy woman for me! Are you waiting for this young master to take action personally!”
Hearing these words, the surrounding disciples snapped back to reality and stepped forward. Yet for some reason, whenever they were about to touch or grab Ji Bingyu’s hands, they would lose control due to various reasons and veer off elsewhere.
If someone were looking down from a high place, they would discover that the situation at this moment was extremely peculiar. Those disciples who surged forward to help all seemed to be trapped in a ghost wall maze. A left hand clearly swung toward Ji Bingyu, only to land on Yan Yiduan’s face. Yet despite such a strange occurrence, this group of disciples seemed completely oblivious and continued anyway.
…
“Oh, this Miss Ji is quite different from the rumors.”
In the center of a pavilion halfway up the mountain not far away, a youth clad in white raised an eyebrow.
He had an extremely tender baby face and a short stature, appearing no more than eleven or twelve years old. His eyes were clear and lively, and when he was silent, he looked so obedient and sensible that he resembled a acolyte in a Guanyin temple, entirely harmless.
Looking closely, one would discover that the youth’s white robes were not just ordinary white clothes. Atop the white brocade were patterns embroidered entirely with silver thread. Aside from conventional rolling mountain ranges, there were more obscure array patterns that defied comprehension, faintly forming the shape of a white rabbit.
All in all, these were clothes that looked very expensive at a glance.
The white-robed youth pondered briefly, “If her personality is truly like this, matching her with that idiot Xuanyuan Fentian is a bit of a pity.”
He continued to look down, and after a few seconds, he shook his head, putting a finger against his lips, and said meaningfully, “No, not a pity at all.”
“That one is an idiot, and this one has no brain whatsoever.”
When an adult did this gesture, it would inevitably seem deep and gloomy, even giving off a trying-too-hard vibe. However, the white-robed youth was young and looked tender-faced.
Even with a cold face and a sharp tongue, he only made people feel he was candid and cute, wanting to pull him into their arms and rub him well.
However, the person standing beside him was no ordinary person. The next second, a gust of wind blew, forcing the youth to lower the hand resting against his lips. He turned his face with a slight touch of confusion.
“Master?”
“Fuqing, do not pick your teeth with your finger.”
“…”
The words were spoken naturally in a calm tone, yet they mysteriously carried a hint of mockery, leaving Li Fuqing somewhat bewildered.
He felt as though his Master was angry, but he had no proof.
Li Fuqing thought that his Master had been in secluded meditation for a long time. The two people mentioned just now were both rising stars. His Master had just emerged from seclusion, so he likely had never even heard their names, let alone gotten angry at him over those two.
Right at that moment, the man beside him asked casually, “What does Fuqing think of the battle down below?”
Li Fuqing wrinkled his small face, shifting his gaze toward the crowd down the mountain. After watching for a few seconds, he spoke again, “That woman lacks personal strength, yet she chooses to act when the opponent has strength in numbers. She understands neither how to weigh pros and cons nor how to protect herself. Even when striking, she is merely flailing around on instinct, lacking any system whatsoever.”
“Then what does Fuqing think will happen next?”
“Just a bunch of ants fooling around, not even worthy of being called a battle. How is it worth predicting?”
The corners of Li Fuqing’s mouth curled up slightly, a touch of mockery appearing on his indifferent baby face.
“If Master insists on asking, then your disciple believes that in less than fifteen minutes, she will be attacked by the crowd and fall into a disadvantage.”
“Fuqing is always so arrogant,” the man beside him chuckled softly.
“Standing high and looking far, yet holding your eyes above the dust… if you carelessly tumble from the clouds one day, you will suffer.”
Hearing this, Li Fuqing raised his chin slightly.
“Master can rest assured.”
His tone turned deep, creating a strange sense of incongruity when paired with his youthful face.
“In this world, there is nothing that can make this venerable one fall from the clouds.”
However, right after his words fell, Li Fuqing suddenly realized something. All the attacks he had assumed—and should have landed on Ji Bingyu—had actually missed completely, with many even being redirected onto the other person in the confrontation!
The young master of the Yan family, who always held his chin high and looked at people through his nostrils, was currently lying on the ground, beaten so badly he had no power to fight back, looking utterly wretched.
Li Fuqing, who had just analyzed a great deal: …?
The small youth was full of confusion. Even though his age was not as young as his appearance suggested, with his short lifespan of merely two hundred years, he still could not understand what kind of bizarre operation was taking place below. He only felt that thousands of words were trapped in his chest with nowhere to express them, and he subconsciously looked up at his Master.
Is the little girl below Master using cheats?
Then the next second, a powerful force struck.
When Li Fuqing opened his eyes again, he had already landed right between the two people who were fighting.
Li Fuqing, who had been kicked down the mountain for reasons unknown: …
A true ‘carelessly tumbling from the clouds’.
At this moment, Li Fuqing knew with absolute certainty that his actions just now must have offended his Master in some way.
Had Li Fuqing not been so accustomed to being pitted by his Master that he developed a peculiar muscle memory, performing a instant 180-degree vertical loop in midair, what would have awaited him just now was landing face-first.
The attacks from both sides were not pulled back, sweeping toward him simultaneously and causing the crowd to gasp. Li Fuqing, after all, possessed a Golden Core cultivation base; he subconsciously struck out to knock Yan Yiduan flying, but paused slightly when he met Ji Bingyu’s face.
In a flash of lightning and spark of flint, Li Fuqing finally understood!
The little girl below really was using cheats!
And the person who gave her the cheat was his own Master!
Li Fuqing’s eyes darted around, and his previously ruthless attack instantly dissolved, turning entirely into a defensive maneuver. His movements were almost gentle as he caught her, supporting her shoulder… and the arm beneath it.
While casually knocking away the irrelevant people around them, he held Ji Bingyu and flew down to the ground. He raised his eyes and scanned the crowd, smiling slightly amidst the exclamations of numerous disciples shouting, “The Four Great Sects!” and “My goodness, he seems to be a Changqing Sect disciple!”
Li Fuqing naturally knew he would be recognized, or rather, being recognized was precisely what he wanted.
Tsk, his Master had asked repeatedly just now, which was clearly different from his usual completely indifferent, laid-back style.
Li Fuqing had been bewildered at first, but the moment he clearly saw Ji Bingyu’s face, he instantly understood.
Ice skin and jade bones, peerless and unconventional—what a “White Moonlight Beauty”.
As mortals say, food and sex are human nature.
The little plot in Li Fuqing’s mind immediately began to spin.
Although he called that person “Master” with his mouth, he felt quite defiant in his heart. After all, he had been doing perfectly well in the Demon Realm when he was dragged out by that man to spar, ended up losing disastrously, and was forced to change his appearance to stay by that man’s side.
Although Li Fuqing’s temperament had been smoothed out quite a bit over the past few years, the demonic nature in his bones remained hard to change. Since he had the chance to cause some frustration for his “Master”, why wouldn’t he gladly do it?
With this thought in mind, Li Fuqing brought out the powerful aura he used back in the day to charm three thousand beauties of the Demon Realm. He threatened the crowd with his eyes and raised his chin slightly.
Li Fuqing: Come ask me questions already! I want to show off!
The onlookers looked at each other, none daring to speak up first, nor even daring to go over and help Yan Yiduan, who had been thrown out and remained silent on the ground for quite a while.
In the end, a female disciple wearing an embroidered yellow dress was pushed forward by the crowd. With a slightly flushed face, she plucked up her courage and said, “Senior brother’s move just now was truly dashing and elegant, filling this humble maiden with great admiration. May I dare to ask if senior brother hails from one of the Four Great Sects?”
This yellow-robed female disciple was named Mu Rong. She was merely from a side branch of a bottom-tier family, which was why she was rather unremarkable among the group of disciples and ended up being pushed out as a vanguard at this moment.
When speaking, Mu Rong did not forget to tilt her head slightly, revealing her long, slender, and attractive neck.
She had always prided herself on her beauty and felt she could soar to the sky relying on her face alone, especially after meeting that idiot Yan Yiduan. She had clung to him tightly like catching prey and quickly figured out the Yan family’s relationship chart.
In Mu Rong’s mind, among the Yan family members, this Miss Ji who stayed as a guest was the stupidest, easiest to bully, and the most eyesore. Every time she saw Ji Bingyu fall into misfortune, Mu Rong would secretly feel delighted inside, as if this could prove she was far superior to Ji Bingyu.
Particularly after joining Yan Yiduan’s inner circle, Mu Rong had instigated troubles openly and secretly numerous times. Her favorite thing to watch on ordinary days was Ji Bingyu being teased and bullied, as if sitting back and watching another’s wretched state could prove something.
Seeing Li Fuqing protecting Ji Bingyu behind him, Mu Rong felt secret hatred in her heart. She bit her lower lip, making her expression look innocent and pitifully touching.
“That move ‘Into the Flowing Clouds’ just now was truly beautiful. Could senior brother be a disciple of the Changqing Sect, one of the Four Great Sects?”
“The Four Great Sects?” Li Fuqing repeated the phrase, his expression laced with a bit of playful interest.
“I do not know what the Four Great Sects in your mouth are, but I am indeed a disciple of the Changqing Sect.”
The Changqing Sect!
Like a stone dropped into a pool of water, the surrounding disciples instantly boiled over.
One had to know that these people gathering under Mount Cangqiong today was for the upcoming entry trial for new disciples, hoping to join a major sect from then on and step onto the immortal path!
Among the countless sects, large and small, in the cultivation world, only four sects stood out as the most prominent, to the point that someone had even composed a folk rhyme about them:
“Liuming’s mountains and rivers fall, the sword strikes Xuantian in awe.
Where is there no music and song? Visit Lingxiao and seek Changqing.”
This folk rhyme spoke of the Four Great Sects recognized by the cultivation world.
“Liuming” referred to the Liuming Valley, which focused on deducing the Heavenly Dao and all things; “Xuantian” was the Xuantian Sect, which specialized in producing peerless sword cultivators; “Lingxiao” was the Lingxiao Pavilion, adept at song and dance; and the final one, “Changqing”, was the Changqing Sect, which specialized in music cultivators.
In everyone’s minds, being fortunate enough to enter the Four Great Sects was equivalent to having already stepped one foot onto the path of immortal cultivation!
The disciples below began to feel their hearts throb for their own fantasies.
Seeing Li Fuqing reply to Mu Rong’s words, their courage gradually grew. Their curious expressions could no longer be contained, and a reckless person among them, unable to hold it in, cupped his hands in a proper manner toward the youthful-looking Li Fuqing, asking loudly, “Senior brother has an extraordinary appearance and a heroic posture, filling this humble one with yearning and admiration. May I have the honor of knowing senior brother’s name? Which immortal venerable of the Changqing Sect do you study under?”
If one could take this opportunity to build some connections, that would be fantastic!
Li Fuqing raised his eyes lazily. He knew the calculations of these people like the back of his hand. Just as he was about to answer, his wrist suddenly ached.
The corner of Li Fuqing’s mouth twitched slightly.
He lowered his hand that was originally supporting Ji Bingyu’s arm and raised his eyebrows at the disciple.
“There is no need for you to know my name. As for my Master—”
Li Fuqing paused, and his originally pursed mouth curled upward, revealing a smile that was quite villainous and arrogant.
“The peak master of Xueyu Peak of the Changqing Sect, Qingxuzi.”
When he uttered the two words “Xueyu Peak”, the faces of several surrounding disciples had already suddenly changed color. By the time Li Fuqing finished his sentence, these disciples had turned pale altogether, each face turning as ash-colored as soil, with some of their lower legs trembling violently.
As individuals born into cultivation families, even if they did not know the Four Great Sects, they would never be ignorant of Qingxuzi, the peak master of Xueyu Peak!
One song slays ten thousand demons; one string shocks the whole world.
Before him, many people’s impression of the Changqing Sect still remained on the elegant immortals of “gentle songs, graceful dances, reciting poetry, and admiring the moon.”
No one had ever thought these music cultivators could possess such terrifying lethal power.
Until Qingxuzi appeared.
He actually disregarded his own karma and committed countless slaughters, even interfering with and disrupting the normal order of the mortal world to massacre noble families.
Fortunately, the Heavenly Dao took pity, causing Qingxuzi’s body to become extremely frail, forcing him to recuperate quietly within the Changqing Sect while almost never venturing out, which allowed others to breathe a sigh of relief.
The onlookers had thought the person arriving might be an inner disciple, but they had never expected it would provoke the apprentice of this terrifying figure.
One had to know that this big shot had an unquenchable blood feud with the noble families!
For a moment, the scene became so silent that a falling pin could be heard, and even the sound of breathing was forcibly controlled to the absolute minimum.
Li Fuqing smiled with satisfaction. He didn’t bother to give another glance at this crowd of mediocre people, instead focusing his gaze on Ji Bingyu behind him.
Ice skin and jade bones, peerless and unconventional.
Even Li Fuqing, who was accustomed to seeing all kinds of beauties, had to praise her as a “stunning beauty.”
With a familiar scene and a familiar picture, Li Fuqing’s attitude could not help but carry a bit of the flirty frivolity he had back when he frequented the floral bushes in the Demon Realm. He said, “Little girl, were you hurt just now?”
In Li Fuqing’s imagination, after such a dashing entrance where he forcefully solved Ji Bingyu’s trouble with absolute dominance and declared the name of “Xueyu Peak of the Changqing Sect,” even if Ji Bingyu didn’t prostrate herself in admiration, she should at least be enamored with him and harbor good feelings toward him.
However, Li Fuqing forgot that he was currently using a teenager’s body.
Therefore, in Ji Bingyu’s eyes, it was just a young kid, a whole head shorter than her, who stopped trying to wrap his arm around her shoulder and lowered his hand because his arm got sore from holding her forearm. Yet he still deliberately imitated an adult’s tone, uttering the classic line containing “girl.”
Ji Bingyu: I always feel like this kid’s IQ isn’t very high.
She even began to ponder why she would dream of such a character.
Could it be that because she had played with her neighbor’s little Husky puppy for too long beforehand, so she played with it by day and dreamed of it by night?
Ignoring the sense of incongruity in her heart, Ji Bingyu, after expressing her thanks, could not help but whisper a sentence softly.
“What did you say?”
Li Fuqing did not hear clearly, but the shy appearance of the woman in front of him lowering her head and speaking softly caused him to finish writing a hundred-thousand-word romance story in his head.
Thinking of the scenes in his mind, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl upward.
He said in a deep voice, “Say it louder.”
Ji Bingyu felt that the other party had helped her after all, so she patiently repeated it softly once more.
Li Fuqing, who was completely immersed in his own imagination, still did not hear clearly. He opened his mouth and said, “Louder!”
This time, after Li Fuqing spoke, he even deliberately used an Amplification Talisman, wanting someone halfway up the mountain within a ten-mile radius to hear Ji Bingyu’s words.
Tsk, watching the woman someone took a fancy to confessing her heart to himself—just thinking about this scene felt amazingly satisfying!
…
What kind of weird hobby is this?
Ji Bingyu was also feeling a bit annoyed. After making eye contact with this humanized Husky from her dream, she rolled her eyes slightly.
Amidst his villainous, arrogant smile, she shouted at the top of her lungs—
“I SAID!”
“ON YOUR LEFT!”
“BETWEEN YOUR TEETH!”
“THERE IS—! A LEAF—! OF VEGETABLE—!”
