I Am the White Moonlight of Every Evil Cultivator

[This is a very long novel, and updates won't become regular anytime soon. - 2026.9.18]

[Written purely to indulge my tastes. Dark-themed, with bizarre, gloomy, and twisted content.]

#Black-hearted heroine beneath a sweet facade & third-person narration

Everyone around me suddenly started acting strangely.

For example, my childhood friend Ling Zhouyu, who had been standing behind me, would inexplicably appear at the doorway the very next moment. He would blush and speak to me quietly, not even daring to look me in the eye. Yet just a moment ago, he had been leaning intimately against my ear, asking whether I liked him best.

And after my older sister suffered a serious illness, she seemed like a different person. She secretly started wearing men's clothes and strongly opposed my marriage to my childhood friend. When her emotions ran high, she looked as if she wanted to devour me. Stranger still, at night she would stand in front of the mirror and call my name.

While I was worrying over all this, a masked man who claimed to be a cultivator came to see me. He said that my childhood friend's inner demon had taken on a spirit form, and that two souls lived inside my sister's body.

At first, I didn't believe him.

But...

The spirit version of my childhood friend had no shadow, and his hair writhed like vines, silently winding around my ankles. The person in the mirror wasn't my sister, but a stranger I'd never seen before, screaming hysterically to be let out.

I turned to look at the masked man beside me. He didn't seem to notice that his shadow was constantly changing shape, slowly seeping toward me.

2025.7.20

Theme: The eyes are the windows to the soul.