Chapter 324 - All in White Should Die
Chapter 324 of "Journey to the End of the Night" opens introducing the plot: In the dim light, a pair of utterly indifferent eyes illuminated brightly, like the aurora... Continue exploring!
In the dim light, a pair of utterly indifferent eyes illuminated brightly, like the aurora over snow.
A chilling intent to kill, not yet arrived, already tore at oneâs heart, causing Baili An to start, and horror washed over his eyes.
He could not understand why Yin Baishuang, who was jovial just a moment ago, suddenly turned into a terrifying god of death.
In the glimmer of the ice-cold Sword Light, Baili An caught a glimpse of Ying Xiu standing asideâher gaze held a mix of inquiry and barely perceptible hatred, seemingly directed at him holding Su Jing.
Amid this murderous ambiance, his expression gradually settled into an inexplicable tranquility.
Yin Baishuangâs sword was lighter than a snowflake, but its bone-chilling coldness felt like it emanated from the Abyss in the far North, instilling a shattering, hopeless despair!
At that moment, Baili Anâs mind went blank, yet the instincts born of a life-and-death moment told him this sword strike wasnât aimed at him, but rather at the unconscious Young Sect Master of the Taixuan Sect.
If he did not move hastily, Yin Baishuangâs frigid sword could never touch him.
In front of Yin Baishuang, he was without worry.
But how could he remain motionless?
Baili An lowered his brows and swiftly lifted the slight weight in his hands, tilting his body.
The red robes of the youth and the womanâs white gown fluttered like the wings of a butterfly in the night.
As the white gown disappeared behind the red robes, securely hidden away, he narrowly helped her evade the sword strike.
Yet, as a consequence, his sideward movement inevitably led to his chest grazing past the blade of the Han Zhi Sword.
The icy, thin sword tip brushed past the red fabric, effortlessly splitting open the skin on his chest.
As the sword passed, the blade remained silvery white and cold, showing no trace of blood; instead, it stirred up a puff of light red ice shards in the air.
The wound seemed superficial, resembling a faint frost mark lightly scraped across pale porcelain.
But Baili An felt his entire chest numb, completely devoid of sensation; a slight movement caused intense pain as if needles were deeply piercing him, unbearable to endure.
Yin Baishuang sheathed her sword, and stood coldly watching the young man, whose body was slightly trembling and who had turned pale.
âWish to die?â
Her demeanor appeared very calm, yet her pupils were abnormally profound, swirling with a terrible murderous intent.
Baili An tried to speak, but his throat felt as though it had swallowed needles, cold and painful.
He coughed deeply twice, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood-tainted ice chips, his voice raspy yet indifferent, âI beg the lady to calm down.â
âCalm?
The world knows of my madness for hundreds of years; no one dares counsel me to tranquility.
If you truly wish for my calm, hand over the one dressed in white.â
Yin Baishuang sneered, the shadowy, dim light smashing fragmented reflections in her deep, dark pupils, rendering her entire being lean and perverse.
Clearly, her emotions were already on the edge of control.
Baili An dared not contemplate what would befall Su Jing if she ended up in the hands of such a madwoman.
He suppressed the icy Sword Intent in his chest and said, âI am afraid I cannot comply.â
Yin Baishuang laughed, not angrily but mockingly, âIndeed, in this world, those who oversize appearances make no distinction among creatures.
Do you think, by overestimating your capabilities, that she will appreciate you?
The moment she awakens, her first act will be to kill you!â
Hearing this threatening statement, Baili Anâs expression became strangely composed; he slightly smiled at Yin Baishuang and said, âMiss Yin, what you say is undoubtedly true.â
âIf you understand, yet your lust blinds your intellect, truly it isâŚâ
Yin Baishuangâs icy, grim gaze stabilized slightly, noticing the scar under the torn robe on Baili Anâs chest; her eyes, crazed, eased a bit, turning into confusion, âEmotion Slayer Sword?â
At his chest were both new and old wounds inflicted by swords; deadly scars from his past life and those caused by the deep agony inflicted by Su Jing.
The Emotion Slayer Sword was no ordinary weapon; its left scars were even impossible for the Healing Talent of a corpse demon to erase.
Ying Xiu, who had bandaged the wounds on his own face, couldnât hide his alarm.
A scar at the heart, Su Jing rarely drew her sword, the Emotion Slayer being ruthless.
If she drew her weapon to kill, regardless of status or standing, she spared no mercy.
How did this young man survive at all?
âDid she ever try to kill you?â Yin Baishuangâs gaze mocked, as if seeing a fool: âAfter suffering such lethal pains at her hands, you still oppose me to protect her?â
Strangely, though Yin Baishuangâs gaze mocked, her intent to kill Baili An had substantially lessened.
Even though he was protecting the very person she detested most in this life.
Yet Baili Anâs vigilance did not weaken; he subtly lifted Su Jing behind him and calmly said, âMiss Yin, I never intended to oppose you, but I also do not wish for you to kill someone who cannot defend themselves.
Since she was saved by my hands, Si Chen will protect her until she can protect herself.â
âIn front of me, you canât even protect yourself, let alone someone else.
Arenât you afraid Iâll kill you too?â
Baili An looked down at the wound on his chest and said, âMiss Yin, if you wish to kill me, you might as well do it now.â
Yin Baishuangâs expression was inscrutable, slowly lowering the Han Zhi; the profound killing intent in her eyes gradually subsiding, she softly said, âI wonât kill you.â
Ying Xiu glanced at her, his gaze inexplicable.
Baili An sincerely said, âThank you.â
The coldness retracted, the Han Zhi sheathed.
Yin Baishuang said, âThe sword I thrust into your chest was deep.
She did not hold back; if it werenât forâŚ,â she chuckled coldly, her tone bland, âyou would have already been dead.â
âSu Jing once wanted to kill you, and now, in front of me, you seek death to save her.
If I were to kill you, in the end, you would still die because of her.â
Her eyebrows drew together, she scoffed softly, âWhy should I fulfill her wishes!â
What kind of reasoning was that?
Both Baili An and Ying Xiu were rendered speechless.
As Yin Baishuang slowly hung the Han Zhi sword at her waist, Baili An clearly saw her knuckles whitening as she gripped the sheath, showing how infuriating and reluctant it was for her to let Su Jing go.
Jin Sheng once said that these two women had been battling for over two hundred years; every encounter provoked a storm of bloodshed, each determined to either kill the other or perish in the attempt, all over a man.
Who could be so unlucky to be the object of desire for two such terrifying women?
Baili An felt that if he was that man, he would meet a tragic end in days amidst such fierce rivalry.
Both parties were so imposing, choosing either would be profoundly dreadful.
âSince you thank me, thereâs something you can do for me.â Yin Baishuang suddenly spoke.
Baili An said, âPlease tell me, Miss Yin.â
Yin Baishuang pointed at the concealed Su Jing behind him, her face growing colder, she nodded, âShe has a Qiankun Bag of two hundred years hidden close to her body.
Get it for me and bring it here.â
Baili An looked troubled, âMiss Yin, taking without asking is theft.â