There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Especially after feeling the weight on my shoulders, I deliberately slowed down.

Turning his head to look at Nongyu, who was fast asleep on his back, Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel a pang of pity, and sighed silently in his heart:

Even though she is very strong, she is still just a teenage girl.

If this were my past life, at this age I would still be a carefree child under the protection of my parents, at most troubled by my studies.

Why bother thinking about so many unpleasant things?

Whether it's revenge or murder, these messy things should be left to the adults to handle.

As I pondered, I approached the Purple Orchid Pavilion.

Jiang Mo hoisted Nongyu higher on his back, intending to sneak around to the back, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

A fluffy, snow-white creature came running frantically from the street.

Is that Little White? Who is chasing it?

With his eyes slightly narrowed and sensing something, Jiang Mo suddenly raised his head and saw a graceful, ethereal figure in the bright moon hanging high above him.

That was a woman standing quietly on the rooftop.

Her eyes were veiled by a light veil, which also concealed much of her ethereal face, adding to her mysterious and unpredictable aura.

Judging from her demeanor, she is probably a young woman in her late teens or early twenties.

A moon-white robe covered her body, its hem trailing on the ground, and its wide sleeves reaching down to her knees, swaying in the wind like billowing clouds.

Over the deep robe was an extremely thin layer of gauze, embroidered with talismanic patterns in pale purple silk thread. The shapes were twisted and intertwined, like tree branches twisted by the wind, or like some kind of unknown ancient script.

Jiang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly.

These secret texts looked very familiar to him. Although he couldn't understand their meaning, he could vaguely recall seeing many of them up close before.

It is in Dongjun.

Therefore, the identity of the person in front of us is beyond doubt; she should be the Moon Goddess, whose status in the Yin-Yang school is second only to Dongjun.

Chapter 12 Retreat Without a Fight

With his left hand still supporting Nongyu's thigh, Jiang Mo stretched his right hand to the side, letting Xiaobai jump up and climb all the way up his arm to his shoulder.

This fox, who never lacks food or drink, has a very generous portion.

Many of the Zilanxuan girls, whose martial arts skills were questionable, found it quite difficult to even hold her in their arms, prompting Jiang Mo to grumble that Xiaobai should probably lose weight.

But when he reached out to guide Xiaobai upwards, Jiang Mo's arm did not tremble at all, as steady as those bridges that can stand firm against the wind and waves for thousands of years.

Throughout this process, his gaze never wavered.

He kept his eyes fixed on the moon goddess, who stood high above, with the bright moon hanging in the sky behind her, like a fairy descending to earth.

Wide-sleeved robes make it difficult to show off a slender figure.

In stark contrast to Dongjun's overly revealing attire, Yueshen's clothing was far too conservative.

It's like a curtain falling, always giving people a sense of distant alienation.

However, taking advantage of the other party's superior position while he himself looked up, Jiang Mo could still see many unique sights.

I noticed those bare feet, as white and smooth as jade.

The night breeze stirred the hem of her skirt, allowing Jiang Mo to see her feet resting on the roof.

Perhaps because she arrived in a hurry, the Moon Goddess was not wearing shoes or socks.

Her smooth, white instep was as white as a handful of fresh snow, and her toes were painted with light nail polish, like a few plum petals fallen in the snow.

Looking further up, you can see those slender and shapely ankles.

Her ankle bones were rounded and delicate, and her skin was so white and almost transparent that no bluish veins could be seen on her, making her look like a flawless piece of jade.

His nose was straight, and his lips were thin and pale, almost bloodless, and slightly pursed.

There was neither a smile nor coldness at the corners of her mouth; it was simply flat and expressionless. Yet, the more expressionless she was, the more an invisible pressure she exerted, as if she knew everything and saw through everything.

Through a thin, misty veil, the Moon Goddess lowered her head and gazed quietly at Jiang Mo.

Even though he couldn't clearly see the other person's eyebrows and eyes, when that gaze fell down like moonlight, Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel a slight daze in his mind.

The bright, flawless moon seemed to hang even lower in the distance.

The streets, quiet and deserted in the dead of night, were covered with frost, as if everything was about to gradually melt into the moonlight.

"Ow~"

A slightly anxious bark rang in his ears. The little guy was perched on Jiang Mo's shoulder, baring its teeth at the Moon Goddess in the distance. Compared to its earlier panicked escape, it now seemed rather arrogant, like a dog relying on its master's power.

However, it was thanks to this little guy interfering with the opponent's illusion that Jiang Mo's somewhat dazed mind was able to stabilize again.

Tsk, this guy's tough to deal with!

Jiang Mo, having just learned a bit about the Moon Goddess's methods, narrowed his eyes slightly and dared not be careless. He shifted his gaze from those slender bare feet to her folded sleeves.

Although the Moon Goddess and the Eastern Lord both come from the Yin-Yang School, they obviously cannot be dealt with in the same way.

It's not just because of the differences in moves and techniques.

They also have differences in temperament.

If Dongjun were here, even if facing an opponent far superior to himself, he would never launch an attack without warning. At most, he would take advantage of the opponent's inattention to quickly make a tactical retreat.

Victory achieved through despicable means is unacceptable to her.

Only the glory gained by defeating her opponent honorably is worthy of her pride as the Eastern Lord.

But the Moon Goddess clearly didn't think so.

Having competed with Dongjun since childhood and always losing miserably, she would never have any thoughts of winning unfairly. For the Moon Goddess, victory itself is extremely precious.

So what if it's a sneak attack?

From the moment she set her sights on Xiaobai, the Moon Goddess began plotting against Jiang Mo, whom she had not yet met.

Instead of going all out to capture Xiaobai directly, she deliberately let Xiaobai escape, hoping to scare the snake out of its hole.

The purpose was to cast a long line to catch a big fish, and to lure Jiang Mo out.

At the same time, she secretly constructed a spell, preparing to establish a sufficient advantage for him. She intentionally let Jiang Mo's gaze linger, waiting for him to be distracted, while her slender white fingers, hidden in her sleeves, made hand seals to cast a spell, intending to drag Jiang Mo into an illusion.

However, Xiaobai, who had similar abilities, ruined the situation.

That's really surprising.

A cool and serene innate true energy was quietly released, pressing the skirt, which was originally swaying in the night wind, tightly against her legs, completely concealing her fair and delicate feet that were previously only partially visible.

The Moon Goddess, poised to strike, stared at Jiang Mo, her eyes seemingly shimmering with light, as if trying to break through the veil of gauze.

There were even people she couldn't see through at all.

Others might not have noticed, but the Moon Goddess discovered that when she tried to probe Jiang Mo's background, her once-proud pupil technique had become ineffective.

Jiang Mo, as he saw him, was a blurry blur.

It was as if countless similar yet different figures had gathered together, layer upon layer, making it impossible for her to discern their true nature, and instead causing her some dizziness.

The hand seals held between his fingertips could not be released with focused concentration.

And it was during this slight delay that some people noticed the aura emanating from the Moon Goddess.

Then, the gleaming blade tore through the night, and Wei Zhuang, with an arrogant expression, leaped forward, his eerie Shark Tooth sword already pointing at the bright moon.

Then flames surged again.

Yan Lingji, who walked gracefully with alluring steps, stopped beside Jiang Mo, her lazy gaze lingering slightly on Nongyu behind him.

One, two...

Not only are there innate masters, but there are also disciples of Guiguzi and witches from Baiyue. This is truly unexpectedly troublesome.

Compared to Jiang Mo, Wei Zhuang and Yan Ling Ji's backgrounds are much clearer.

There was no need for the Moon Goddess to exert much effort to investigate carefully; she could determine the identities and origins of the two people simply by glancing at them and observing their distinctive auras.

His usually expressionless face couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly.

Although she had considered the possibility that Jiang Mo would have helpers in her plan, she never expected it to happen so quickly.

It's as if they've been on guard all along, waiting for their target to take the bait.

Something's wrong, retreat!

Compared to Dongjun, who was unwilling to admit defeat easily, Yueshen appeared more calm and clear-headed. Seeing that the situation was not going well, she immediately withdrew. The spell she originally intended to cast was transformed into a means of cover for her retreat with the dance of her fingertips.

As the sharp sword light swept across, the Moon Goddess, who stood high above, vanished like a dream, her figure disappearing without a trace.

Like a flower in a mirror, or the moon in the water.

Not daring to linger for even a moment under the watchful eyes of so many experts, she used illusion magic to escape swiftly. The Moon Goddess's figure was light and elusive, silently landing on the rooftops of several streets.

Even though he failed to defeat his opponent, and didn't even get to fight Jiang Mo.

However, the Moon Goddess still achieved some of her predetermined goals on this trip.

At least I firmly remember this place, Zilanxuan.

"Not only is the disciple of Guiguzi and the Baiyue witch present, but the woman secretly plotting is no ordinary person either. Even the sleeping little sister is quite talented..."

Recalling what she had seen before, the moon goddess's curiosity grew even stronger.

Slender white fingers emerged from her sleeves, and she beckoned towards a dimly lit corner. The vulture, which had been under the influence of the Moon Goddess's hypnotic spell, walked out in a daze, its steps unsteady as if sleepwalking.

"Yin and Yang can be reversed, the soul can be changed and the spirit can be transferred; what the heart thinks is what I see."

Softly chanting a spell, the Moon Goddess reached out with her five fingers clenched into a fist, as if trying to extract something invisible from the vulture's body.

While the Moon Goddess was attempting to indirectly gather information about Jiang Mo, at the Purple Orchid Pavilion, Wei Zhuang somewhat displeasedly withdrew the Shark Tooth sword from his hand and coldly said, looking at the spot where the Moon Goddess had just stood:

"The Yin-Yang School? They're all just pretentious charlatans."

As a swordsman, Wei Zhuang has more faith in the sharpness of his sword than in unpredictable and mysterious methods.

However, this does not mean that he looks down on abilities such as magic.

Each of the various schools of thought had its own strengths, and each person's style and approach were different; there was no inherent superiority or inferiority among them.