Chapter 0478 Past and Present Lives

Chapter 0478 Past Life and Present Life

In broad daylight, a black moon appeared in the sky, a rare phenomenon.

Old Lady Du asked in a low voice, "Old Lady Ling, what does this mean?"

"It means... it means someone with the Darkmoon Martial Spirit has been born! That is a truly terrifying martial spirit!" Old Lady Ling's face was filled with fear, her voice trembling with fear.

Han Fenghu frowned and asked, "What is the connection between the Darkmoon Palace and the Darkmoon?"

"Cultivating a powerful Darkmoon Martial Spirit has always been the goal of our Darkmoon Palace!" Old Lady Ling said. "I wonder who from the Great Wilderness has cultivated the Darkmoon Martial Spirit!"

Outside the Martial Arts Ancient City, the Martial Kings gazed at the gradually forming black full moon in the sky, discussing the matter with astonishment.

These Martial Kings had not left. Some were unwilling to leave the Martial Arts Ancient City, while others were waiting for the Nine Sun Sect to appear, wanting to see how they would conquer the Martial Arts Ancient City.

Some sects also wanted to get close to the Nine Sun Sect, hoping to gain favor.

...

Yang Shiyue was still deeply asleep, with Qin Yun and Xiao Yuelan by her side, unaware of what was happening outside.

By the next morning, the Darkmoon had vanished.

Yang Shiyue continued to lie quietly in Xiao Yuelan's arms, breathing evenly, sleeping soundly.

Qin Yun, meanwhile, was examining the Nine Heavens Black Sparrow totem he had obtained from the Ice Star Fairy, feeling that it would be very beneficial to him.

Just as he was engrossed in his study, the stone door suddenly swung open!

Qin Yun swiftly turned his gaze to the door, and the person who entered was none other than Xiao Yuemei!

Xiao Yuemei was wearing a bright red outfit, her long hair tied in twin ponytails, with a lovely red pouch hanging from her waist. Her charming face was full of a mischievous smile.

"Brother, sister! I found you, am I not amazing?" Xiao Yuemei giggled.

"Shh!" Xiao Yuelan quickly motioned for her to be quiet.

Qin Yun and Xiao Yuelan were truly astonished that Xiao Yuemei had managed to get in!

"How did you enter this barrier? Has the barrier's energy weakened?" Qin Yun asked, his face showing astonishment.

"Not at all! I used the Piercing Mystic Art to get in!" Xiao Yuemei giggled. "Did you forget? I replicated the Piercing Mystic Art martial spirit!"

Qin Yun slapped his forehead, remembering the incident.

Xiao Yuemei had a Soul-Tracking Talisman on her, which allowed her to track his aura, enabling her to find this place.

"How is my beautiful sister Yang? Is she hurt?" Xiao Yuemei, seeing Yang Shiyue lying with her eyes closed in Xiao Yuelan's arms, walked over and gently caressed her beautiful face.

Qin Yun said, "Sister Yang is fine, she's just very tired and is sleeping. Yuemei, what's the situation outside?"

"A large group of Martial Kings are setting up tents outside, waiting for the Nine Sun Sect to come in!" Xiao Yuemei teased her sister with her hair, then ran behind Qin Yun with a grin.

"Brother, I heard that Sister Mengzhu was captured, so I rushed over! You really gave those big bad guys a beating, it was so satisfying!" Xiao Yuemei was genuinely concerned about Hong Mengshu. "Where is she?"

"Her injuries have healed; she's in the stone chamber next door," Qin Yun said.

"Great, I'll go scare her!" Xiao Yuemei giggled, then skipped away.

"That brat! If I weren't busy taking care of Sister Yang, I'd show her who's boss!" Xiao Yuelan huffed with a pout.

Qin Yun shook his head with a chuckle.

...

Yang Shiyue was out cold for three days and nights before she finally woke up.

When she woke up, the whites of her eyes vanished, swallowed by a swirling dark mist.

It was the power of the Black Martial Soul—terrifying to behold, but immensely powerful.

"Sister Yang, how're you feeling?" Xiao Yuelan asked softly, looking at Yang Shiyue who was sitting on a cushion.

Yang Shiyue's face was icy, her expression unreadable. She blinked, and the dark mist faded, but her eyes now held an icy, unsettling chill.

Her gaze locked onto Qin Yun, the chill in her eyes sharpening, almost like a blade of killing intent.

Xiao Yuelan, sharp and quick on the draw, whipped out her longsword and snapped, "You're not Sister Yang! Who the hell are you?"

Qin Yun's worst fear had come true. He sighed to himself, having dreaded this moment—Yang Shiyue regaining her past memories and changing.

Yang Shiyue's smile bloomed like spring thawing winter's frost, warm and soft, and the killing intent melted away.

Her eyes softened as she chuckled, "Sorry, I was just getting used to the Darkmoon Martial Spirit. Didn't mean to scare you!"

"You nearly gave me a heart attack! Sister Yang, did your memories come back?" Xiao Yuelan's sharp intuition picked up on the change in Yang Shiyue's eyes.

She was still Yang Shiyue, but her whole vibe had shifted.

It must be her past life's personality resurfacing, changing her like this!

Yang Shiyue nodded, then shook her head. "My memories are coming back in bits and pieces. But no matter what, I'm still your Sister Yang!"

"That's a relief!" Xiao Yuelan sheathed her sword.

"Sister Yang, you hit the seventh level of martial arts! That's amazing!" Qin Yun exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Shiyue smiled softly, "Thanks, Xiao Yun."

"That little bunny's still snoozing here with me! I'll give her to you—maybe she'll help jog your memory," Qin Yun said.

"Keep her for now. I'm not in a place to look after her," Yang Shiyue said as she tidied her hair. "I gotta fill Grandma Ling and the others in on what's going on here."

At that moment, Xiao Yuemei also ran over and, upon seeing Yang Shiyue, immediately threw herself into her arms, "Sister Yang!"

"You little troublemaker, you made it!" Yang Shiyue playfully pinched her cute nose and chuckled.

Xiao Yuemei said, "You were still out cold when I got here! Oh, and before I came, there was this crazy black moon in the sky. Too bad you missed it!"

"I'll head out to update everyone and get Sister Qingcheng to bring someone in," Yang Shiyue said with a smile.

"I'm coming too! Gotta get my aunt over here to train!" Xiao Yuemei quickly added.

"Alright!" Yang Shiyue nodded with a smile, then took Xiao Yuemei's hand and walked out of the stone chamber.

Yang Shiyue herself could release a faint dark mist and easily pass through the barrier, seemingly much easier than Qin Yun using the Piercing Mystic Art.

"Xiao Yun, did you catch that? The way Sister Yang looked at you—something's up!" Xiao Yuelan poked Qin Yun's waist and whispered.

"Really? She was hostile to me at first, but later she seemed normal!" Qin Yun frowned, as he hadn't noticed anything unusual.

Xiao Yuelan said, "Though subtle, I noticed a new complexity in Sister Yang's gaze when she looks at you! This wasn't there before!"

"Let's drop this topic and go practice. We must quickly strengthen ourselves using the Three Sacred Pools to confront the Nine Sun Sect!"

Qin Yun took her hand and leaped into the pool, where they began their joint cultivation.

Qin Yun had initially intended to craft a formation at the city gate, but his current abilities were insufficient to forge a formidable one.

By that time, the attacking warriors would undoubtedly leverage their elders' strength to dismantle the formation.

Thus, he deemed it wiser to dedicate the limited time to cultivation and breakthroughs.

Though word of the Nine Sun Sect's advance had spread, their arrival wasn't imminent.

Yang Shiyue possesses the enigmatic Darkmoon Martial Spirit, and fragments of her past life memories appear to have resurfaced. Plus, being at the seventh level of martial arts, she must be very strong.

This month, Yang Shiyue enlisted Zi Qingcheng's help to reach out to others.

Despite Zi Qingcheng's extensive efforts, only Lan Fengjin was reachable. The others had either lost contact or were temporarily hard to find.

Take Xue Ziyeh and Meng Feiling, for instance—close associates of Qin Yun who were concealed by the Darkmoon Palace.

Regarding the Nine Extremes Profound Gate, Yuan Yanying and Feng Honglan were introduced to the Darkmoon Palace and subsequently became its disciples.

The Darkmoon Palace appears to have bestowed numerous advantages upon the Nine Extremes Profound Gate.

Within the cave housing the Three Sacred Pools, Qin Yun also hewed numerous resting chambers and a grand hall from the stone.

Across from Qin Yun in the spacious hall sat Lan Fengjin, a robust, dark-skinned beauty with legs elegantly crossed.

"Master, Yanying and Hong Lan initially resisted joining the Darkmoon Palace!" Lan Fengjin sighed, having learned about the situation of the Martial Arts Ancient City on her way here.

"However, the sect leader was adamant, arguing that the Nine Extremes Profound Gate's predicament would impede their progress."

Yang Shiyue remarked, "The Darkmoon Palace's chosen disciples, who've brought the Nine Extremes Profound Gate such boons, surely possess remarkable talents! Your sect leader acted solely in their best interest!"

Qin Yun was well aware of Yuan Yanying and Feng Honglan's profound attachment to the Nine Extremes Profound Gate.

Now, with the Nine Extremes Profound Gate in distress, their instinct was to remain and assist, making them reluctant to depart.

Ultimately, it was likely Wei Zhongzheng's forceful persuasion that convinced them to go.

Upon her return, Xiao Yuemei brought along Xiao Xuanqin, though the means by which she located her remain a mystery.

Clad in a light blue gown, Xiao Xuanqin exuded maturity and grace, her fair visage adorned with a warm smile, embodying elegance and dignity.

Upon her arrival, Qin Yun sensed a potent bloodline aura, yet he remained unfazed, knowing the Xiao family's lineage bore the latent dragon blood heritage.

Having awakened their dragon bloodlines, Xiao Yuemei and Xiao Yuelan were naturally followed by Xiao Xuanqin in this awakening.

Their bloodline awakens upon reaching a specific cultivation threshold.

After her arrival, Xiao Xuanqin shared brief greetings with Qin Yun and the group before announcing, "I've caught wind of news! Several Nine Sun Sect factions are en route, having scheduled a grand entry into the Martial Arts Ancient City!"

"In one month, on June 10th!"

Xie Wufeng, training within the Sacred Pool, had ascended to the fifth martial level: "We've ample time to prepare! Within a month, I'll undoubtedly attain the seventh level, making the ninth level manageable!"

"This battle will decide our fate in claiming the Martial Arts Ancient City!" declared Qin Yun, rising with a composed tone.

Xiao Xuanqin, only at the third level of martial arts, was eager to enter the Sacred Pool to practice. Hong Yan and Murong Daren were not willing to fall behind, practicing day and night in the Sacred Pool.