Lang Qing, the arsonist of hearts, was feeling emo.
Before he could even ignite the spark of love, the little flame of romance was ruthlessly extinguished.
He fell in love with a girl and wanted to marry her, but his parents disagreed.
Lang Qihong's attitude was unexpectedly firm in his opposition.
No matter how much Lang Qing pleaded, he refused, ordering Lang Qing to sever all ties with Ji Mo immediately, to never see her again, and to forget her completely.
He even threatened to cripple Lang Qing's cultivation and disown him if he continued to be entangled with Ji Mo.
Lang Qing was utterly baffled as to why his old man was so furious.
The families were well-matched, and Miss Ji was both talented and virtuous, gentle and kind. By all accounts, he was the one marrying up.
Why was his father trying to break them up?
He guessed that his father's own marriage was unhappy, having been arranged for the sake of profit, and therefore he couldn't bear to see his son find true love.
Moreover, it was highly likely that he intended to control his marriage, forcing him to marry a woman with a powerful background and an even more prominent family lineage for personal gain.
Although Lang Qihong had always doted on Lang Qing, Lang Qing was well aware of his father's domineering and autocratic personality.
His threats were not mere words; if he dared to disobey, his fate would be dire.
Lang Qing knew that despite appearing to be the only heir of the Lang family, his father often indulged in affairs outside, and there were likely many illegitimate children out there.
If his father decided to cripple him, he wouldn't hesitate for a moment.
Lang Qing was thoroughly berated, lost and dejected, and left the house like a walking corpse, wandering aimlessly.
He kept murmuring "Ji Mo" under his breath, his voice filled with sorrow, like a cuckoo's cry, his heart breaking.
Ji Mo idly played with a crescent-shaped piece of white jade, about the size of his palm, as he strolled through the Shallow Sun Forest.
The reason he had stayed indoors for the past few days was actually to avoid trouble.
At the selection ceremony for the leader of the Wind and Flower Sect, Zhen Zhen had slandered him as a demon. He hadn't reacted at the time.
Because of the Heavenly Demon Mark on his body, it might have been difficult to explain, potentially implicating the Moon Sect.
Therefore, he had kept a low profile afterward, staying in his room all day.
This had also led to misunderstandings, making the Moon Sect's Grand Elder and Yan Zhi and the others believe that Ji Mo was indifferent and didn't care about the Moon Sect's plight.
Having been cooped up for days, the simple-minded Ji felt bored and thought the storm had passed, so he went out to explore.
The Shallow Sun Forest was scenic, with many peculiar landscapes that were as beautiful as a painting, truly broadening his horizons.
Suddenly.
Ji Mo heard someone nearby call his name and responded, "Brother, are you calling me?"
His voice was warm and friendly, as pleasant as a spring breeze.
Lang Qing finally came to his senses and shook his head blankly.
He immediately felt a sense of goodwill towards the gentle and refined young man before him, with his clear, bright eyes and sun-kissed face.
"What's wrong, heartbroken?"
Seeing Lang Qing's despairing expression, Ji Mo couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
Lang Qing immediately broke down, tears welling up in his eyes, and he briefly recounted his emotional troubles.
After listening, Ji Mo sighed, "In love, sorrow is often all that remains; sweet dreams are always the first to fade. Is it difficult to let go of a flower? Pity the scattered willow catkins that drift so aimlessly. Love is too painful, perhaps just a dream that hasn't been forgotten. Since your family doesn't agree, then let go and forget."
"But I can't forget."
Lang Qing clutched his chest and said sorrowfully, "She is in my mind, imprinted on my eyes, and every breath I take is for her. She is the spring grass, the autumn birds, the surging waves of the Aegean Sea."
Ji Mo blinked rapidly, and a familiar melody seemed to echo in his ears.
Why was this guy talking like he was singing? He seemed quite devoted.
"Alas, what is love in this world that it makes life and death so intertwined? If it is true love, then go for it without hesitation, love bravely. If not, please let go. Life may bring many different people, but there are always one or two who feel completely different. Once missed, it's a lifetime."
Ji Mo offered his sincere advice.
As a modern person, he leaned towards freedom in relationships.
"Brother, every word you speak is a profound truth! I cannot give up this poignant love so easily."
Lang Qing was convinced and sincerely gave him a thumbs-up.
Then, he said with deep conviction, "For me, she is that person who feels completely different, and missing her would be a lifelong regret. I, Lang Qing, the arsonist of hearts, have encountered countless beautiful women in my life, played with who knows how many, but this is the first time I've felt such an urgent desire to have and possess Ji... Hey, brother, don't go, listen to me, thank you..."
Lang Qing thought he had found a kindred spirit and poured out his heart to Ji Mo, wanting to share his feelings.
But he found Ji Mo suddenly with a darkened face, leaving in anger.
The simple-minded Ji was furious. He thought he had met a devoted lover, only to find out he was a scoundrel.
And he had played with who knows how many women? Da Feng Novel Network
Ptooey!
I'll draw a circle and curse you to be played by men.
Ji Mo was ashamed to associate with such a scumbag and naturally hurried away, no longer paying him any mind.
Wandering aimlessly, Ji Mo unknowingly arrived at the Valley of Wind.
This was the territory of the Wind Sect.
As patrolling female disciples of the Wind Sect saw an outsider trying to enter, they were about to stop him, but were pulled back by their companions, who pointed to the crescent-shaped white jade in Ji Mo's hand.
"The Moon Sect's sacred artifact, the Crescent Moon Jade. He must be that mysterious male saint of the Moon Sect!"
The female disciples of the Wind Sect instantly guessed Ji Mo's identity and felt a bit uneasy.
Because early that morning, the elders of the sect had received orders from Zhen Zhen to lead a large number of people out, saying they were going to deal with the Moon Sect.
Could it be that this Moon Sect saint had heard the news and had come to demand an explanation?
"He's not here with good intentions!"
They did not stop him, allowing Ji Mo to enter the Valley of Wind.
One person continued to monitor Ji Mo, while another immediately went to report the situation.
Soon, the female disciple responsible for monitoring had a drastic change in expression.
Ji Mo was indeed here to cause trouble, heading straight for their forbidden area.
...
Yun Ni Gorge.
Located in the eastern part of the Shallow Sun Forest, it was the territory of the Moon Sect.
At this moment, the entire Moon Sect was on high alert, and the people were in a state of panic.
Because something big had happened.
The Supreme Elder Zhen Zhen, leading a large number of experts from the Elder Council, had joined forces with many disciples from the Wind, Flower, and Snow Sects to surround the entire Yun Ni Gorge.
"Yan Zhi, quickly go and ask Mr. Ji to come out. Today, our Moon Sect is likely facing a great disaster. Only Mr. Ji can protect us."
The Grand Elder of the Moon Sect, with a pale face, immediately asked Yan Zhi to inform Ji Mo.
As long as Ji Mo was willing to act, the Moon Sect should be able to survive this ordeal.
Not long after, Yan Zhi ran back in a panic, her voice choked with tears, "Grand Elder, this is bad, Mr. Ji isn't here. It seems he went out early this morning."
The Grand Elder of the Moon Sect froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning, and murmured, "Mr. Ji is gone? He's abandoning us to our fate?"
It was over. If Ji Mo wasn't here, how could they resist Zhen Zhen and her group?