Chapter 101 - The Little Monster
Chapter 101 of "Journey to the End of the Night" begins with suspense: âAlthough I must admit that, in certain respects, you kid can indeed be considered a... Donât stop reading!
âAlthough I must admit that, in certain respects, you kid can indeed be considered a little freak who can break the norm, you were able to draw the sword from its sheath without it recognizing a master.
I imagine even our Sect Master would be shocked to learn of this.
But drawing a sword is one thing, that relies on luck and opportunity.
Cultivating the Spiritual Path requires that one-in-a-million talent, and not everyone might even touch that threshold.
Youâve merely dabbled superficially for ten days, and you think you can cultivate spiritual power?
Itâs utterly fanciful.
If our Sect Master knew, he would certainly scold you for aiming too high.
When cultivating a new domain, you should first solidify your foundational skills in your own field.
You should know that biting off more than one can chewâŚâ
âCrackâŚâ
Interrupting Jin Shengâs incessant chatter was a sound like a blade scraping across a wooden board.
Jin Shengâs eyes bulged, his whole person looking as if a ghost had choked him, his eyeballs nearly popping out of his skull.
Not far away, Meng Zifei, who was laboriously working, transporting barrel after barrel of clear water and pouring it into a lake, saw this scene.
He trembled so much that a whole barrel of water poured down over his head, drenching him completely, yet he hardly noticed.
Baili An slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with expectation as he looked at the scratch on the wooden board, then he shook his head in disappointment and said, âNo good, itâs a bit crooked.â
Faced with this disappointed expression from Baili An, Jin Sheng looked like he was so constipated that his face turned an iron blue!
Thatâs still not good enough!
You, who have only just begun to delve into the spiritual domain, were asking him what spiritual power was like a newbie in the first half of your conversation.
In the latter half, before he could finish his mocking lecture, you managed to grasp the Spiritual Path on your own, leaving a mark on the board, albeit a slightly crooked one.
Youâre not content with this, why donât you just fly to the heavens!
To this, Lin Yuan didnât exhibit the same shock as the others.
To her, Baili An was the new Mountain Lord that her mountain father had been waiting for many years, naturally not something that could be measured by ordinary standards.
Even the two Demon Sect puppets that not even Thirteen Swords Jin Sheng could dispel, he managed to patiently outmaneuver and strategize step by step.
In a desperate situation with no chance of victory, he lured the enemy into the trap he had set.
Overcoming the strong while remaining composed in danger, if he did not possess extraordinary talent, it would be rather unexpected.
âMountain Lord, youâve been diligently researching for many days, remember to balance work and rest, and relax your mind,â she said.
Lin Yuan brought over a wooden vessel filled with liquid as red as pomegranate juice, which at first glance one would mistake for freshly squeezed fruit juice.
But Jin Sheng, who knew Baili Anâs identity, understood that it wasnât any kind of juice.
Baili An put down his target and looked up at Lin Yuan.
Seeing the sharp, crimson wound on her delicate wrist, he said with resignation, âYou really didnât have to do this.â
Lin Yuan frowned in dissatisfaction and assertively pushed the vessel into his hands, saying, âThe Mountain Lord has lost his deer, itâs been ten days now, no need to force yourself.â
Baili An, who hadnât eaten for ten days, was indeed at risk of falling into a dangerous state.
With no other option, he drank down the cup of fresh blood.
And who knowsâŚ
how long these days of surviving on the blood of companions will last.
Meng Zifei, setting down the water jar, smiled and said, âMiss Lin, when did you start making juice?â
Lin Yuanâs expression shifted slightly, pondering how to respond, when Baili Anâs gentle voice arose.
âYoung Master Meng, now that the crisis in the mountains has passed and you have recovered your own weapon, I see that the phenomenon over the Demon Cave on the other side of the sea is gradually fading, and most cultivators are on their way back.
Young Master Meng, unlike the villagers in the mountains who have no cultivation at all, when do you plan to leave the mountains?â
Lin Yuan immediately looked at Baili An in surprise, somewhat puzzled.
In her memory, Baili An was never one to be impolite.
He was gentle in nature and modest in his approach to others, so why has he issued such a straightforward eviction order today?
Although Young Master Meng wasnât a native of the Mountain Realm, he was still a companion of those cultivators.
Ignorance isnât a sin, and afterwards, Young Master Meng still fearlessly stood by their side, fighting shoulder to shoulder with them; he deserved to be considered a comrade in arms.
But now, it seemsâŚ
In Baili Anâs heart, that may not be the case.
Young Master Meng also paused upon hearing this, then politely smiled and said, âYou are right.
With Kongcang Mountain in a period of reorganization, and as an outsider, Zifei overstaying for ten days is already inconvenient.â
Understanding Baili Anâs wish for him to leave, Meng Zifei gracefully expressed his understanding without further entanglement and left decisively.
âMountain LordâŚ
was that not a bitâŚ
too much?â Lin Yuan hesitated.
âDo you also think it was excessive?â Baili Anâs eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze flickering.
Looking in the direction where Meng Zifei left, he smiled faintly, âIn this world, there may be many coincidences, but when many coincidences are linked togetherâŚ
then theyâre no longer coincidences.â
Lin Yuan was taken aback and said thoughtfully, âYou meanâŚ
Young Master Meng has ulterior motives, actually cut from the same cloth as Wen Yu.â
Baili An chuckled and shook his head, âNo, theyâre not cut from the same cloth, how could they be?
As to whether his intentions are pureâŚ
Human hearts are the most unpredictable, and are we not foolhardy to think we can easily see through them?
But, Sister Lin Yuan, donât forget, among those who entered the Mountain Realm that dayâŚ
It was Young Master Meng who led them.
This alone proves that the man is not as simple as he seems on the surface.â
âAnd besidesâŚâ he looked down at the pitch-black heart in his palm, his lips curving up slightly, âI canât believe that with his abilities, he didnât see the person behind the puppets.â
Lin Yuan frowned slightly, âThis is baselessâŚâ
âNo need for evidence.â
Baili An interrupted softly, looking up into Lin Yuanâs beautiful blue eyes, and smiled, âThe Mountain Realm is now full of scars and can no longer afford any risk.
Meng Zifei himself carries an implicit risk.
Letting him leave is the best option.
After allâŚ
the Demon Sect has not yet obtained the River of Blood they desire, and the person they hope can inherit the River of BloodâŚâ
Speaking, his lips tightened sharply, his tone turning icy, âWen Yu is dead, and from this group of people, only Young Master Meng is left alive.â
With so many coincidences, the truth is not far off.
However, Baili An currently has too much on his plate and hasnât the mind to prove all of these things, so he simply chose to send the man away.
It was a mere breach of etiquette, and to him, it meant nothing.
Lin Yuan watched Baili An silently for a long while, then sighed softly, âRegardless, I hope you wonât put all the burden on yourself alone; Iâm here, along with Guiyuan.â
You are responsible for protecting Kongcang, and weâŚ
are responsible for protecting you.
With Meng Zifei gone, Jin Sheng suddenly felt like the only outsider left.
Feeling awkward all over, he then heard Baili An suddenly ask, âJin Sheng, how is your right hand recovering now?â