Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 1025 Broom

She could feel Xuanqing's gaze following her, the complex emotions in it more frightening than the Bone Demon's own aura. She ran furiously towards the old locust tree, sinking into the mud with every step, splashes of water staining her pristine white fur. Lightning illuminated her fleeing figure, as well as the water dripping from her eyes, unable to tell if it was rain or tears. "Why did this happen?" Su Yue cried inwardly. She couldn't understand why she had simply wanted to save someone, only to end up like this. She thought of those warm days, of Xuanqing's warm hands, of the moonflower he'd handed her. Those memories now became sharp knives, slicing through her heart. By the time she reached the old locust tree, Su Yue was exhausted. She climbed up the trunk to the hollow, and as she closed the door, she finally burst into tears. She transformed back into her human form and curled up in the cloud velvet grass, letting the tears flow freely, soaking the blades beneath her. Outside, the torrential rain continued, the thunder unrelenting. Su Yue could sense Xuanqing's presence lingering near the cabin. He didn't pursue her, but he didn't leave either. That pure, righteous Taoist energy was like an invisible barrier, separating her from him in two separate worlds. "He must be very disappointed," Su Yue whispered to herself, her voice thick with despair. She recalled the rules of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, the whispers about "exorcising demons," the boundary between immortals and mortals. She knew that from the moment Xuanqing recognized her, everything between them was over. She cried for no reason, until her voice grew hoarse, her tears dried, and she drifted off to sleep. In her dream, she returned to that moonlit night. Xuanqing leaned against the old locust tree, his white clothes stained with blood. She was still the little rabbit hiding in the tree hollow, curiously observing the uninvited guest. But this time, Xuanqing opened his eyes, his gaze cold, the sword in his hand gleaming with a chilling glare. "Monster, die!" Su Yue jolted awake, her skirt soaked with sweat. The heavy rain outside the window had stopped, and the sky was a pale pale. Morning light shone through the cracks in the trees, casting a shadow on her pale face. She walked to the tree's entrance and cautiously peered out. The old locust tree's leaves still clung to water droplets, glittering in the sun; the wooden house by the stream was silent, not a single movement. Had Xuanqing left? Su Yue felt both relieved and overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of loss. She walked to the stream's edge and looked at her reflection. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes red and puffy, and her face was tear-stained. A few moonflower petals floated on the surface, blown off by the strong wind yesterday. Su Yue remembered Xuanqing holding the moonflower, his smiling eyes, and tears welled up in her eyes again. She squatted by the stream, her hands wrapped around her knees, letting her tears fall into the water, creating ripples. She didn't know if Xuanqing would return, nor did she know how he would treat her if he did. She only knew that her identity as a rabbit spirit had been exposed. All the beauty she had carefully maintained, all the quietly nurturing feelings, vanished like traces washed away by a torrential rain. The sun grew brighter, shining down on Su Yue, but it brought no warmth. She knew that the tranquility of Lingyun Valley had been shattered, and her life would embark on a completely different path from now on. This path was filled with unknowns and dangers, but it also held a faint glimmer of hope—perhaps Xuanqing wouldn't treat her as she imagined. The thought barely formed in her mind, but Su Yue suppressed it. She shook her head, trying to dispel these unrealistic fantasies. Immortal disciples and spirits have always been at odds, so how could she hope for an exception? She stood up and slowly walked towards the old locust tree. Her figure stretched out in the morning light, carrying a heaviness and loneliness that belied her age. The mornings in Lingyun Valley were still beautiful, with gurgling streams, birdsong, and fragrant flowers. But for Su Yue, nothing was the same. Her world had been completely exposed that night during the torrential rain. Seizing the opportunity, Su Yue turned and, with all her strength, leaped out the window. The rain lashed her body with a chilling cold, and her soaked fur felt so heavy she could barely fly. Chapter 5: Decision Under the Moon. After the rainstorm, the air in Lingyun Valley was filled with the refreshing scent of earth and vegetation. Su Yue hid behind the thick trunk of an old locust tree, her ears perked with alertness, her gaze drifting involuntarily to the wooden house by the stream. This was her third morning hiding there. Ever since Xuan Qing discovered her identity that night during the torrential rain, she had never dared approach the wooden house again. She didn't know what Xuan Qing would think of her, a "monster," or whether the sword of the Kunlun Immortal Sect or his cold expulsion awaited her. The door of the wooden house creaked open. Xuanqing walked out. He was wearing a clean white shirt. The wound on his left arm had been bandaged. Although his face was still a little pale, he looked much more energetic than a few days ago. He took a broom in his hand and began to sweep the fallen leaves in front of the door. His movements were slow and calm, as if nothing had happened. Su Yue's heart suddenly tightened. She quickly retracted her head, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She could feel the hair behind her ears getting hot again. It was an instinctive reaction when she was nervous. She remembered Xuanqing's clear eyes and the golden light on his fingertips. "You... why are you giving this to me?" Su Yue's voice trembled. She didn't understand why Xuanqing did this. This jade of passage is a symbol of status and supreme honor for Kunlun disciples. How could he give it to a monster so easily? Xuan Qing released his hand and looked at Su Yue tenderly: "If you have any difficulties, you can come to Kunlun to find me." He paused, his eyes becoming particularly serious, "No matter when, no matter where, as long as you come to me with this jade pendant, I will help you." Su Yue looked at the jade pendant in the palm of her hand, then looked at Xuan Qing's sincere eyes, and tears couldn't help falling again. This time, they were tears of emotion. She knew that Xuan Qing might violate the rules of Kunlun and might be punished by the sect in order to give her this jade pass, but he still did it. "Why... are you so good to me?" Su Yue asked with a sob, her voice full of confusion and emotion. Xuan Qing did not answer, but stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the hair behind Su Yue's ear with his fingertips. The touch was soft and warm, making Su Yue couldn't help but close her eyes. The fatigue and uneasiness in her body seemed to disappear at this moment. "Your hair is more beautiful than the moonlight flower."