Chapter 182 - Spiritual Pigeon Delivers a Gift
Chapter 182 of "Journey to the End of the Night" opens showing suspense: âThis is?ââRemember the spell for breathing and exhaling, itâs specifically adapted for the corpse demon.Youâre... Continue the adventure!
âThis is?â
âRemember the spell for breathing and exhaling, itâs specifically adapted for the corpse demon.
Youâre already conspicuous enough carrying an umbrella all day, and you donât even breathe or have a heartbeat.
Any Cultivator with profound cultivation would notice the abnormality in your body.
Before entering the city, you must make yourself look more like a human.â
Baili An was surprised; he hadnât expected this drowsy young lady to have such meticulous thoughts.
As he casually flipped through the pages, he was even more astonished by the content.
The breathing and exhaling method is the most basic Cultivation Method among Mortal World cultivators.
But this only applies to humans.
The body of a corpse demon is cold and dead, naturally unable to breathe the Spiritual Power of the world.
Yet, these two books seemed no different from the ordinary introductory breathing methods.
But the subtle differences in a few strokes were like the finishing touch to a dragon painting, altering the essence of life and death, reversing the entire nature of the breathing spellâ as if tailored just for him.
After mastering these two spells, a corpse demon could attract Spiritual Power into its body, but, lacking a cultivation node for Spiritual Power, the energy would ultimately fade away within the body.
But Baili An was different; a node had already ignited within his heart.
He was about to express his gratitude when Fang Geyu raised his hand to interrupt him, âDonât rush to be thankful.
I couldnât have managed to get hold of such incredible things in just one night.
This was sent from the bamboo forest in the back mountains of the Taixuan Sect by a spiritual pigeon.
See the Snowy Tassel tucked in the book?
Thatâs a Divine Treasure pigeon, which you can use for communication in the future.â
Upon hearing the three words âTaixuan Sect,â Baili An knew this must be a gift from Sister Wen.
Rereading the chapters, indeed, there was a tassel white as snow nestled among the aroma of fresh ink.
Fang Geyu looked at him with a strange expression, âIn the whole Taixuan Sect, the only one who doesnât wear a jade bell but instead a simple white tassel is Wen Hanwei of the Ninth Classics.
I was curious about her protectiveness towards you at Lihe Sect, and now, even after youâve returned to the mountain, she still expends so much effort for you.
Corpse demon, can it be that she raised you as her pretty boy?â
âGet lost.â Baili Anâs expression was slightly annoyed.
He didnât appreciate others joking about Wen Hanwei like this: âSister Wen said that we are close friends, and forbade me to joke about her.â
âHa, Sister Wen, huh.â Fang Geyu glanced at the deeply affectionate Lin Yuan, smiled, and said, âSo do you like Sister Wen from the Taixuan Sect more, or our mermaid sister more?â
âWhat kind of stupid question is that!â
Lin Yuanâs desolation was immediately replaced with embarrassment, and he didnât dare to wait for Baili Anâs answer, pretending to reach out to tweak Fang Geyuâs cheek.
As his palm just lifted, it was stopped by Baili An.
The cold touch made Lin Yuanâs heart shiver, and he stared at him blankly.
Baili An spoke, âSo, is Sister Lin Yuan eager to transform her legs to accompany us to Xianling City?â
Lin Yuan became tense at the question.
Biting her lip, she said, âIâŚ
Iâm not practiced at walking with newly transformed legs; indeed, I wonât be able to move very fast and might hold you back.
But, give me a bit more time, and I can walk like a normal person, soâŚâ
She raised her lustrous blue eyes, and upon meeting Baili Anâs obsidian-like pupils, the words she meant to say were swallowed back.
She slowly exhaled a frustrated sentiment, âCanât we go together?â
Baili An didnât speak, but he carried her under the vines and gently placed her to sit comfortably on a clean, massive root.
Then, he naturally squatted down and slipped his boots onto her feet.
Lin Yuan stared blankly at his actions, suddenly feeling a dryness in her throat and a tickle as if a tiny feather was softly scratching, making her unable to utter a single word.
After the boots covered her feet, they warmed up slowly to her body temperature, even though they possessed no warmth of their own.
Baili An looked up and smiled, saying, âSister Lin Yuan has beautiful feet, so donât go barefoot anymore.
For now, make do with these, and weâll buy a new pair of pretty shoes after entering the city, okay?â
The lake surface shimmered, stirring with glimmers of light, while the shallow waves rippled outward, startling the bluebirds on the shore into flight.
Lin Yuan hugged her knees and curled up, staring blankly at the boots on her feet, her gaze softening.
In that moment, the anxiety, constriction, and panic of her transformation seemed to be smoothed away.
Having shoes to wear.
How wonderfulâŚ
âHmph, always showing off.â Fang Geyu shook her head, but seeing the smile on Lin Yuanâs mouth, she too couldnât help but curl her lips upward.
Half an incense stickâs time later.
âVomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit!â
Golden phoenix jade carriage, an immortal beast soars through clouds.
Inside the carriage, Baili An was embracing a large jar, retching miserably.
Lin Yuan sat by his side, patting his back gently, her face full of concern, with no more teasing in her eyes.
When she heard from Fang Geyu that Baili An was prone to motion sickness, she couldnât help but laugh at the absurdity.
But now, seeing him vomit so violently, her heart ached.
Fang Geyu, munching on an apple with a look of disgust, said, âDonât vomit outside the jar, Iâm still eating.â
âVomit!
âŚIâŚI need to get offâŚI want to use Sword ControlâŚI canât stay in this thing⌠Vomit!â
Baili An looked completely wretched, eyes red with distress.
The small corpse demon was pale with green lips, his vomiting fierce and bloody.
Fang Geyu clicked her tongue impatiently, âXianling City is 108,000 miles across Kongcang Mountain, and the heirâs trial is pressing.
Thereâs no time to wait for your dawdling sword flying.â
Baili Anâs stomach was emptied of everything, even the blood he had licked up and cherished on the mid-slope of Lihe Sect the day before was now splattered and spilled.
The craving for blood intrinsic to a corpse demon writhed restlessly.
Yet, in such a confined space, he simply couldnât muster any appetite.
Poor him, with hollow cheeks and skin so pale it was nearly translucent, he looked like a ghost, his eyes bloodshot and lifeless, feeble as if he could turn into a puff of smoke at any moment and disperse into nothingness.
Baili An, clutching a jar twice the size of his head, had not stopped vomiting since he got on.
His knuckles gripping the jar had turned white, and it made Lin Yuanâs heart wrench so much that her own fingers whitened.
Even the lethargic rabbit squatting in the carriage gnawed on a carrot, then rubbed its ears against his fingers, as though for comfort.
Baili An feebly raised his head, tremblingly stretching out his hand toward Fang Geyu with a look that was almost pleading, âLetâŚ
let me out, IâŚ
wonât use Sword Control, Iâll rideâŚ
the UnicornâŚâ
Fang Geyuâs eyes spelled schadenfreude, clearly the kind of bad temperament built on othersâ misery.
As Baili An retched in desperation, she crisply crunched on her apple deliberately.
Miss Mischievous shrugged nonchalantly, her dimples showing through a wicked smile, âI would like to let you out, but unicorns are adept at aerial travel.
Their immortal power during their sky-high flights could tear your little corpse demon body to shreds.
Do you think ordinary things could withstand the speed of a unicorn without the reinforcement of Spirit Stone, Immortal Jade, and the special runes of Shifang City on this golden carriage?â
Baili An was utterly despondent, his spirit crushed.