The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

As the night deepened, darkness as thick as ink quietly enveloped the earth.

In the solemn and mysterious inner hall of the Wuji Sect, soft light shines through the ancient window lattices, dappling in the quiet air.

At this time, Shuangyue was lying quietly on an exquisite couch, her eyes closed, a hint of sadness on her face, as if she was lost in deep memories.

Her thoughts drifted back to a distant thousand years ago, when she was only a ten-year-old girl, her tender face full of ignorance and helplessness about life.

Due to a sudden disaster, she lost both her parents and became an orphan with no one to rely on.

At that desperate moment, she heard of the reputation of Lingshan Academy, a place that gathered the world's best talents and taught advanced martial arts.

So, with her vision for the future and desire for power, she embarked on the journey to Lingshan College to study.

During her time at Lingshan College, she experienced countless hardships and challenges, but with her indomitable will and extraordinary talent, she gradually stood out among many students.

Until one day, she got an unprecedented opportunity - she was summoned by Yun Che, the leader of the Wuji Sect.

That day, Yun Che sat upright on a high platform, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with an extraordinary and otherworldly aura, like a banished immortal descending to the mortal world.

His eyes were deep and wise, as if he could see into people's hearts.

When Yun Che gently asked her name, she felt an inexplicable excitement and nervousness surge in her heart.

She knelt before the Emperor, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "I am an orphan. Please give me a name, Sect Master."

Upon hearing this, Yun Che's eyes flashed with pity and admiration.

He smiled slightly and said, "My name is Yun Che, why don't you call yourself Shuang Yue?

May you be like this cool and bright frosty moon, lighting your own path, and not fearing darkness and cold."

At that moment, Shuangyue's heart seemed to be filled with a warm power.

She looked up at Yun Che, her eyes gleaming with gratitude and determination.

From then on, she wrote her own legendary chapter in the vast world of Wuji Sect under the name "Shuangyue".

One day, Yun Che gently raised his hand and summoned Shuangyue, the most outstanding disciple in his Wuji Sect.

Shuang Yue has a graceful figure, light steps, and her brows reveal determination and intelligence. She is a well-known leader in the Wuji Sect and is deeply respected and loved by Yun Che.

Yun Che looked at this outstanding disciple in front of him, his eyes filled with trust and expectation.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful: "Shuang'er, I have something to discuss with you.

I plan to temporarily leave Lingshan Academy to seek opportunities that will further enhance my cultivation."

Shuang Yue was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then she looked at Yun Che more intently.

Yun Che continued, "You've also seen that within Lingshan Academy, all the female disciples are enamored with me and hang around me all day.

Although I don't mind their enthusiasm, it makes it difficult for me to find a quiet place and practice with peace of mind.

Therefore, after much deliberation, I decided to leave temporarily to find a more peaceful environment for cultivation."

Having said this, Yun Che paused for a moment, gazing deeply into the distance, as if recalling his past years of cultivation.

After a moment, he retracted his gaze and returned it to Shuangyue, saying in a firm tone, "During my absence, the Wuji Sect will be left in your care.

You are the future of our Wuji Sect. I believe you will live up to my trust and keep the Wuji Sect in good order."

After hearing this, Shimotsuki felt a strong sense of responsibility and mission in his heart.

She nodded solemnly, her eyes firm as she said, "Master, rest assured, I will do my best to protect the Wuji Sect and prevent it from coming into any harm.

When you return, you will surely see an even more prosperous and powerful Wuji Sect."

Upon hearing this, Yun Che nodded in satisfaction, a pleased smile appearing on his face.

He knew that handing over the Wuji Sect to Shuangyue was his best choice.

……

A deafening roar of thunder, like a roar from the sky, suddenly tore Shuangyue out of the beautiful dreamlike memories that she and Yun Che had woven together.

In the inner hall, a half-open window stands quietly, like a fragile link between the past and the present.

At this moment, there was chaos outside the window, and heavy rain was pouring down, as if to drown the whole world in endless noise.

Shimotsuki's figure flashed, and she jumped up from the soft couch like a ghost, and appeared in front of the window in an instant.

The strong wind mixed with cold raindrops blew in wantonly, wetting her clothes, but it seemed unable to touch her heart that was immersed in memories.

She did not rush to close the window, allowing the wind and rain to invade freely, as if all this was the baptism she longed for deep in her heart.

She slowly walked to another corner of the hall, where there was an exquisite jade pot filled with clear tea.

She gently picked up the jade pot, poured a cup of crystal clear tea, then stood in front of the window and sipped the tea quietly.

The aroma of tea rises up and interweaves with the rain outside the window, forming a unique charm.

“Yun Che…”

She murmured to herself, with a hint of indescribable sadness in her voice, "I tried to imitate everything about you, the tone of your voice, your coldness,

Your dignity, even your favorite things, your habits... I remember them all in my heart, trying to make myself the irreplaceable existence in your heart."

Her thoughts drifted back to the days in Wuji Sect. Yun Che at that time was always so high and mighty, like a god above the nine heavens, and never smiled in front of anyone.

However, when they met again half a year ago, she found that he was no longer the man who had haunted her dreams.

His eyes were filled with pampering and tenderness for the cat demon. They had a great conversation, and it seemed as if the whole world had stopped.

That cat demon, petite and adorable, easily stole Yun Che's heart.

She stood beside Yun Che, enduring the discussions of the disciples below the stage with him, but she didn't care about the rumors at all.

Yun Che even told the sect leader that she was his beloved disciple and the most precious person in his heart.

At this moment, Shuang Yue's heart felt as if it were being pierced by thousands of sharp blades at the same time. She finally understood that no matter how hard she tried, she could never enter Yun Che's heart again.

Those beautiful memories can only become the eternal pain in her heart, accompanying her through every long and lonely night.

Frost Moon stood blankly in front of the half-open window, as if she had lost her soul, holding a cup of tea that had long since cooled in her hand.

The tea might have originally been emitting wisps of hot steam, but now there was only silence, as if it matched Shuangyue's mood at the moment.

The rain outside the window was dripping heavily, hitting the window frame mercilessly. Occasionally, a few drops of rain drifted in with the wind and fell squarely into the teacup, creating tiny ripples.

The rain seemed to carry endless chill and desolation, making the cold tea in the cup even colder and more bone-chilling.

Frost Moon's body trembled slightly under the attack of the rain, but she seemed unaware of it. She just stood there woodenly, letting the rain slide down her hair and flow down her cheeks.

It was no longer possible to tell whether the water on her face was tears or rain; it was just blurred and wet, as if the unspeakable pain and sorrow deep in her heart were flowing silently.

At this moment, Frost Moon seemed isolated from the world, and everything around her became so distant and blurry.

She just stood there quietly, letting her thoughts float in the rain and letting the emotions in her heart become deeper and more complex under the baptism of the rain.

After a long time, the rain outside the window finally stopped slowly, and the air was filled with the unique freshness and tranquility after the rain.

Frost Moon sat quietly in front of the window, her eyes looking through the transparent window lattice, as if she wanted to engrave this moment of peace deeply in her heart.

Her thoughts gradually drifted away from every little detail of her time with Yun Che, no longer allowing herself to dwell on those sweet or bitter memories.

She knew that although the past was beautiful, she still needed to move forward firmly on the road ahead.

After changing into dry and comfortable clothes, Shuangyue walked out of the bathtub filled with faint floral fragrance and colorful petals.

Her steps were light and firm, and each step revealed a calm temperament.

After bathing, her skin looks even more crystal clear, like the purest jade under the moonlight, emitting a soft yet tough light.

Arriving at the place of cultivation, Shuangyue took a deep breath and calmed herself down completely.

She sat cross-legged, closed her eyes slightly, and began to practice seriously.

In her world, time seemed to no longer be important. Only the spiritual power in her body was constantly surging and interweaving, forming brilliant rays of light.

She concentrated on guiding these spiritual powers, making them run along a specific trajectory. With each cycle, she felt her power quietly growing.

Although the training process was boring and long, Shuangyue never slacked off at all.

She knows that only through unremitting efforts and persistence can she go further on this road to becoming a strong person.

And every achievement in her practice is the best reward for her hard work.

At this moment, she was completely immersed in the joy of cultivation, forgetting the chaos and noise of the outside world.