I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

Sang Nian: “.”

Sang Nian: "Who is going to die?"

Song Lanfeng: "You."

Sang Nian: "What's wrong with me?"

Song Lanfeng: "Dead."

Sang Nian slowly typed a question mark.

Song Lanfeng asked: "Are you suffering from heart disease?"

Sang Nian nodded.

"That's not a heart disease." Song Lanfeng said softly, "That's a mayfly dream."

Sang Nian was even more confused: "What is a mayfly dream?"

"It's a kind of Gu." Song Lanfeng said, "When it attacks, it will freeze your blood and cause you to feel heartache."

"Those who are poisoned by the Gu are like mayflies, born in the morning and dead in the evening, hence the name mayfly dream."

"But I'm already seventeen years old." Sang Nian was puzzled.

Song Lanfeng smiled:

"I am also wondering why you can survive until now."

Sang Nian thought for a moment and said, "I have been taking medicine since I can remember, and I have consumed countless natural treasures. Maybe this is related to it?"

Song Lanfeng tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers and said softly:

"Come here, I'll take your pulse."

Sang Nian stood there without moving.

His long eyelashes drooped down, half covering his eyes, "Nian Nian, your mother Jing Xian and I are from the same school, I won't harm you."

Sang Nian was startled, and then he remembered what Yan Yuan said, and quickly asked:

"Mirror String—what kind of person is he?"

Song Lanfeng curled the corners of his mouth and his gaze fell into the void, as if he had crossed time and returned to many years ago.

His brows were gentle:

"Jingxian joined Xiaoyao Sect at the age of twelve and became my junior sister. Together with Yanyuan, the three of us were inseparable day and night."

"She has a lively personality and often teases the elders, but she is extremely talented in the way of the sword. She is the disciple of Xiaoyao Sect who is most likely to ascend to heaven within the next hundred years."

"If she hadn't left Xiaoyao Sect later, it wouldn't be my turn to take the position of Sect Master now."

Sang Nian asked:

"Why did she leave Xiaoyao Sect?"

Song Lanfeng said:

"She just said that she fell in love with someone and wanted to leave for him, but not long after, her life lamp went out."

When a person dies, the light goes out.

Sang Nian hurriedly asked: "Do you know who killed her?"

Song Lanfeng's voice was hoarse:

"When we got there, she had already turned into a handful of ashes. There was no clue left, and no one knew why she died."

"but--"

He paused, Sang Nian held his breath, and listened to him continue word by word:

"Someone has seen that she is involved with a member of the Shura Palace. Perhaps her death is related to the Shura Palace."

"Shura Palace?" Sang Nian had never heard of this name before, and asked curiously, "What is that?"

"That is a notorious organization," Song Lanfeng said with a hint of disgust in his eyes, "All the members of the palace are the most evil people in the world."

"In the past five hundred years, countless tragedies in the world of immortal cultivation were caused by them."

Sang Nian silently memorized this clue in his heart.

"I have been searching for seventeen years, but I still can't find out who that person is." Song Lanfeng clenched his palms, his knuckles turning white, "If I were to find him..."

Invisible murderous intent filled the air, and Sang Nian felt a little breathless.

Song Lanfeng woke up with a start, waved his sleeves to dispel it, and said apologetically:

"Sorry, I lost my temper."

Sang Nian waved his hands, "It's okay, I understand."

"How did you grow up these years?" He looked at her carefully, with a hint of guilt in his tone, "Did you suffer?"

Sang Nian said, "I am doing well and not suffering."

Song Lanfeng hesitated for a moment: "Your father is...?"

Sang Nian scratched his head:

"To be honest, I'm not sure who my father is right now. I'll tell you when I'm sure."

Song Lanfeng was startled, then suddenly smiled, "Okay, I'll wait for you to tell me."

"But how did you know Jingxian is my mother?" Sang Nian asked, "I look a lot like her?"

"Your features are indeed somewhat similar to hers." Song Lanfeng said, "Most importantly, you pulled out the Snow Scattering Sword."

Sang Nian told the truth:

"In fact, I couldn't pull it out at first, but I don't know what happened that day, I pulled it out suddenly."

"That is Jingxian's natal sword. Apart from her, only those who are connected to her by blood can use it."

Song Lanfeng explained:

"That day your blood dripped onto the scabbard, and it confirmed your identity, so it took the initiative to show up and save you."

It turned out to be the case.

Sang Nian figured out Jing Xian's matter and said carefully:

"Then can the mayfly dream in me be solved?"

Song Lanfeng said: "Come here."

Sang Nian stepped forward, held her wrist, and slowly injected spiritual power into her meridians.

She knew he was examining her, so she did not resist. She relaxed her body and allowed the spiritual power to flow through her body.

As time passed, Song Lanfeng's brows gradually furrowed.

Sang Nian's heart was in his throat:

"Is the situation very bad?"

He let her go and patted the back of her hand soothingly:

"Don't be afraid, it's better than I expected."

Sang Nian: "Then?"

"I saw something inside you," he said. "I don't know what it is, but it's probably responsible for your survival."

Sang Nian was completely confused.

Song Lanfeng turned his wrist, and a small white jade bottle appeared in his palm.

"This is honey brewed from the thousand-year-old jade mulberry flower, a rare holy product for protecting the heart. Eat a spoonful every day, and it can temporarily suppress the poisonous insects."

Sang Nian: "Can't you just untie it?"

Song Lanfeng: "There is only one antidote to the Mayfly Dream in the world, and its whereabouts are currently unknown. I will send someone to look for it, so you don't have to worry."

Sang Nian said gratefully: "Thank you."

"I will take care of you for your mother."

Song Lanfeng stretched out his hand, and his jade-like fingertips touched the top of her head, gently brushing away a piece of barely noticeable grass debris.

He said in a low, slow voice:

"Don't be afraid. No one can hurt you as long as I'm here."

In the empty hall, Sang Nian looked up and blinked.

What a gentle person.

However, why did the original owner get poisoned?

Could it be that the person who killed Jingxian also did it?

While he was daydreaming, Song Lanfeng pinched his fingers and summoned a magic sword:

"The Snow-scattering sword is your mother's sword after all, so you may not be able to use it easily."

"You can use this sword for now. When you reach the stage of forming a pill and cultivate your own natal sword, I will find a better one for you."

Sang Nian was embarrassed to accept his things again, so he declined politely:

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. My master will prepare it for me."

Song Lanfeng said:

"It's your master's business to prepare it for you. This is a token of my gratitude as your uncle. If you don't accept it, you will be alienated from me."

Sang Nian had no choice but to accept it.

It was already late, and she was thinking about her appointment with Xie Chenzhou, so she asked for her leave from Song Lanfeng:

"If the Sect Master has nothing else to say, I will take my leave."

Song Lanfeng smiled and said, "Back off."

Sang Nian slowly walked out of the hall, and just as he looked up, a figure came into his sight.

She trotted over: "Master."

The young man, who had been standing here for an unknown amount of time, turned around and said "hmm" faintly.

"Have you been waiting for me here?" Sang Nian asked.

Yan Yuan glanced at the sword in her hand and asked instead of answering:

"A gift from the Sect Master?"

Sang Nian hurriedly showed it to him:

"Yes, I am not able to use the Snow Scattering Sword, so I will use this one as a temporary solution."

She looked at his face and asked, "Should I not accept it?"

Yan Yuan flicked the sword with his finger, and there was a slight clanging sound.

He took his hand back, his tone was calm:

"Since it's given to you, just take it."

Sang Nian put the sword into the storage bag, "Okay."

"Let's go."

Yan Yuan said:

"Return to Lone Bamboo Peak."

He summoned the flying sword, and Sang Nian followed him consciously, holding tightly onto a piece of his clothes on the back with both hands.

Yan Yuan glanced at him, said nothing, and drove the flying sword.

The sword light rushed up into the sky, but the speed was not very fast, and the scenery below could be clearly seen.

Xiaoyao Sect is located in Tianyu Mountain, covering a huge area with overlapping peaks and clear water like jade, like a fairyland.

There are numerous pavilions and towers scattered around, and the wide martial arts field is surrounded in the center, which is particularly eye-catching.

Sang Nian roughly memorized the topographic map of Xiaoyao Sect, circling the location of the cafeteria, and nodded slightly in his heart.

We soon arrived at Guzhu Peak.

The peak is as its name suggests, with only one bamboo on top, which is as bald as a middle-aged mathematics professor.

However, this description is not entirely accurate.

Sang Nian stood in front of the only two thatched houses on the top of the mountain and was silent for a full half minute.

A cold wind blew by, and I didn't know if it was the door or the window that creaked, the sound was extremely eerie.

She turned around calmly.

Hello, is this the Sect Master?

Is it too late to betray my master and join your sect?

I kind of regret rejecting you before.