Chapter 131: Cold Moon and Gentle Breeze, the Twelve Demonic Fires Burning the Heart

The sky gradually darkened, and a gentle breeze blew across the two of them. They sat quietly on the open ground, neither speaking, yet the story between them had already begun…
Qīyuè gently picked up the beautifully crafted dark silver sword named “Dance of the Moon,” stroking it, before suddenly asking, “Ten years ago, if Jilier hadn’t appeared, would you have fallen in love with me?”
Hearing Qīyuè’s words, Liǔyì didn’t know how to respond. After a moment of silence, he replied, “That’s in the past. We can change the future, but how can we change what has become memory? Please forget me.”
Qīyuè continued, “But Jilier is dead. Do you really want to live on with her shadow?”
Liǔyì shook his head. “No, she’s not dead… She’s always in my heart. Though I can’t feel her truly, with each passing day, my love for her grows. I don’t intend to live like this forever. If it weren’t for the hatred in my heart and the twists of fate, I think I would go to another world to find her.”
Qīyuè turned her head, looking into Liǔyì’s sad, weathered eyes, and said, “What do you plan to do? Kill my father?”
Liǔyì shook his head. “There are many people I need to kill. The Hidden Sect must be destroyed. For money, they take others’ lives. My fate was changed by them from the start. There’s also Wei Feng—if Aotian hadn’t interfered, I don’t think I would have troubled him. And then there’s the Divine Realm. Though I don’t know where its gates are now, I must go there.”
Qīyuè looked at Liǔyì and nodded gently. “It seems there’s still much to do in your world.”
Hearing Qīyuè’s words, Liǔyì didn’t reply, feeling somewhat annoyed, though he didn’t know why…
Qīyuè said another sentence, but it was unclear whether it was meant for Liǔyì or herself: “I don’t know if what I’m doing is right. Or maybe it’s selfish. But you’re even more cruel. Ten years of love, and not even a trace of pity. It’s not that you don’t love me—it’s that you never gave yourself a chance to love me.”
Liǔyì didn’t understand what Qīyuè was saying and asked in confusion, “What did you say?”
Qīyuè turned her head, tears falling on her face, and gently said to Liǔyì, “Scholar, if one day I hurt you because of my love for you, will you forgive me?”
Liǔyì still didn’t understand what Qīyuè meant and asked more puzzledly, “What do you mean?”
Qīyuè shook her head gently. “Don’t ask me what I mean. Just answer me—if I hurt you, will you forgive me?”
Liǔyì looked at Qīyuè, paused for a moment, and said, “I owe you so much. Your happiness was taken away because of me. Even if one day I die at the tip of your sword, I don’t think I’ll blame you, because I can never repay my debt to you.”
Qīyuè shook her head. “Whether I’m willing or not, it’s something I have to do myself. You don’t owe me anything. Loving you was my own choice. I hold no grudges against anyone, nor do I regret anything. You don’t need to repay me.”

Liu Yi didn’t know what to say and just listened quietly…
Qiyue continued, “Scholar, if something really happens, please remember what you said tonight. You won’t blame me, right?”
Seeing Qiyue’s tears and the tenderness in the darkness, Liu Yi recalled her words. Though he didn’t understand what she meant, he still nodded and said, “I’ll remember.”
Qiyue smiled and nodded, then quickly raised her head to look at the sky. “Scholar, look… the moon is so round, so beautiful, and so quiet tonight.”
Hearing Qiyue’s words, Liu Yi’s heart suddenly grew anxious. Yes, his earlier unease wasn’t because of Qiyue but because of the full moon. He had forgotten one thing—the twelfth stage of ‘Lanerfina Qing’ required suffering from heavenly fire that burned the heart on every full moon night. Now that Qiyue had mentioned it, Liu Yi looked up and saw the full moon.
A gentle breeze blew, scattering the clouds in the sky, revealing the full moon, whose radiant white light illuminated the entire land as if to wash away the dust of the mortal world.
At that moment, Liu Yi’s eyes flashed red rapidly as he stood up in panic. “I have to go back,” he said. He had no other thoughts because he knew the heavenly fire was about to descend, and the pain of burning the heart would drive him to bloodthirsty madness. If he didn’t return to see the Wolf King and obtain blood quickly, he would lose his sanity, go mad for the night, and even be burned by the heavenly fire.
Qiyue watched Liu Yi’s trembling body and his blood-red eyes and asked, “What’s wrong? Why do you have to go back?”
Liu Yi shook his head violently, trying to stayconscious. But under the full moon, with his white hair fluttering and blood-red eyes, he appeared even more ferocious. He insisted, “Go away! Stay away from me.”
Qiyue still didn’t understand and asked, “Why? What exactly happened?”
Liu Yi shook his head violently. A strong bloodthirst was already growing in him, and his body began to heat up, as if fire were burning all around him. With a sliver of sanity left, he shouted, “Go away! It’s too late if you stay!” That tiny bit of emotion allowed him to remain somewhat clear-headed.
Qiyue didn’t listen to Liu Yi but stepped closer instead, saying softly, “What’s wrong? Are you hot? Do you need my help?”
By now, Liu Yi’s eyes were completely covered in red light. He stared at Qiyue without speaking, reached out suddenly, pulled her toward him, opened his mouth, and bit at her throat. He had lost his sanity—he needed blood, fresh blood. This was the pain of the twelfth stage of the demonic art under the heavenly fire.
Qiyue seemed to know what was about to happen. She didn’t resist at all and simply closed her eyes gently…
Just then, black shadows flickered continuously, and five figures surrounded Liu Yi…
The insane Liu Yi was startled by these men in black. He released Qiyue, instinctively drew his black long sword, raised his arms high, and swung down fiercely. A fiery red light instantly struck the nearest man in black.

Speaking of Liu Yi’s “Sorrowful Dream,” his sword was impossible for ordinary people to dodge. But the problem was that the man in black before him was also no ordinary person—he suddenly drifted sideways, spun rapidly in the air, and effortlessly avoided Liu Yi’s red sword light. This showed that this man in black was indeed extraordinary as well.

The four men in black around him were all covered by black cloaks; all that could be seen were their eyes, which flickered uncertainly. Yet they didn’t move, merely surrounding Liu Yi. Meanwhile, the man in black across from Liu Yi slowly drew the sword in his hand—a fine long sword that emitted a silver-white glow, crystal clear and shiny, as if light were flowing within it.

But at this moment, Liu Yi had no time to appreciate such a divine sword. His black long sword slashed wildly in all directions, without any pattern. Driven by the 12th level of the “Lanerfina Qing” mental technique, his powerful vital energy passed through the sword, transforming into sharp sword energy that was shot forth…