Chapter 337 - The Truth Behind a Mix-up between the Netherworld Messenger and a Misunderstanding
Chapter 337 of "Journey to the End of the Night" starts revealing surprises: Baili An busied himself wiping her tears, speaking softly to explain, âNo, itâs not like... Read on!
Baili An busied himself wiping her tears, speaking softly to explain, âNo, itâs not like that.
Ghost Mountain is dangerous, and I am preparing to go there to the Second Realm to retrieve my rabbit and a human little girl.
I just donât want you to risk danger with me.
I also donât know if, amidst these perils within Ghost Mountain, I can take good care of you.â
Li Jiujiu also remembered the obedient rabbit, Afu Tu, and knew how much Baili An valued it, so she didnât continue to make a fuss.
Knowing that her own cultivation was limited and that he was determined to enter the Second Realm, she wondered why she should add to his worries and become a burden.
Sniffing her nose, Li Jiujiu tugged at his sleeve, pleading softly, âBut I donât want to part from you.
There is still some distance to the River of Life and Death that leads to the Second Realm.
Let me accompany you for this stretch of the road, and then Iâll go to a safe place to wait for your return, okay?â
Baili An twirled his sleeve, not minding and wiping her nose for her, and smiled, saying, âAlright, as you wish.â
Fang Geyu scoffed inwardly as he looked at the conspicuous snot on Baili Anâs sleeve.
The young lady didnât leave her hands idle, yanking out a wild plant that had grown from a crevice in the rocks, roots and all, and flinging a bunch of soil onto Baili Anâs trousers.
She inexplicably threw a tantrum, her face darkening as she said, âIf weâre going to set off, then letâs move quickly.
That rabbit of yours is barely enough for a stir-fry; if we keep dawdling and wasting time, Iâm afraid it will end up stewed in someoneâs rabbit soup.â
Now that Fang Geyu had regained consciousness, it seemed excessive to continue carrying Su Jing like a sack and letting her eat dirt.
Initially, Baili An had thought of letting the Yin Spirit White Tiger carry her, but knowing that Su Jing possessed the body type for summoning Yin, he had this idea from the start.
However, each time he brought her close to the Yin Spirit White Tiger, the big tiger would salivate profusely at Su Jing, jumping three feet high in excitement, with an unusually voracious appetite.
Baili An feared that in an inattentive moment, the Young Sect Master of Taixuan Sect might end up in the tigerâs belly.
This was no laughing matter.
Fang Geyu and Li Jiujiu didnât get along with Su Jing, and neither were willing to carry this big trouble.
In the end, Baili An bore the terrible consequences and carried the unconscious Su Jing, her soft touch truly making oneâs legs go weak.
This woman, could she really just be made of clouds?
However, her body remained cold, and her breathing and pulse continued very faint.
Baili An pondered without understanding.
Aside from the external injury on her shoulder, there were no other serious wounds nor signs of poisoning.
Why then was she still not waking up?
Shadows loomed over the clear stream, and a great wind rose in the mountain gorge, lifting the robes of the four travelers.
Walking towards the lower stretches of the stream, they headed toward the place where the convergence of a thousand rivers met, the River of Life and Death, which separated the First and Second Realms of Ghost Mountain.
The mountain paths were rugged and the peaks breathtakingly steep, hiding the streams below, and therefore the four did not fly with Sword Control.
While on their way, beneath an isolated peak, stood a black-clad youth in a strong outfit, facing against the wind.
Behind him quietly followed four figures.
Between those four, there was no interaction.
âYan Yunâ had her severed finger wound already bound up neatly with gauze, hiding any bloodstains.
They seemed absorbed in observing the terrain and environment of Ghost Mountain, not noticing Baili Anâs party.
However, the Martial Artist youth from Wanxiang Sect had long cast his gaze over to Baili Anâs side, and on his wrist, he dangled a bulging Qiankun Bag.
Baili Anâs eyes narrowed imperceptibly.
He glanced at the youth but didnât deliberately go around them, instead walking up to him with Fang Geyu and Li Jiujiu, nodding and greeting him, âWhat a coincidence.â
âNot really,â Mou Chen said with a smile, removing the Qiankun Bag from his wrist and comfortably placing it into Baili Anâs arms.
Despite the smile on his face, his brows couldnât hide his grim and solemn temperament.
âI was waiting for you,â he said.
âThese are the Ghost Crystal Vein that our party obtained.
If it werenât for your rescue today, I, Mou Chen, would have already perished under the claws of the Demon Wolf.
Please accept this token of appreciation as my gratitude.â
Baili An looked down at Mou Chenâs hand that had reached into his chest but hadnât withdrawn, ostensibly giving him a gift, yet his fingers craftily and precisely touched something that Baili An held hidden inside.
Baili An caught the fleeting, chilling glint in Mou Chenâs eyes.
He looked up at the four people standing behind the youth and asked seriously, âI donât need it?â
Mou Chen slowly retracted his hand, his fingers clean, not having taken anything out.
He smiled and said, âI wish to be friends with you.â
Baili An glanced at the four people standing behind Mou Chen, his gaze lingering subtly on Yan Yun before saying, âYour Excellency seems to have quite a few friends already.â
Mou Chen watched him and smiled, shifting his stance subtly to block Baili Anâs view of Yan Yun, saying, âThe Yin Spirit White Tiger, born of the Malevolent Spirits of Central Netherworld, is rumored that even the Crown Prince, Ying Xiu, with the Empressâ royal bloodline, finds it easier to kill rather than subdue such a tiger.
Your Excellency is gifted with extraordinary Talent, which I greatly admire and aspire to.â
Baili An remained silent, reaching into his chest to take out the Qiankun Bag, but Mou Chenâs movements firmly halted his.
With a smile in his eyes, Mou Chen didnât persist in forcing the issue and said, âIf you do not wish for personal exchanges, so be it.
However, this Ghost Crystal Stone is a small token of my appreciation for saving my life.
I hope you will not refuse it.â
After speaking, he stepped aside, making way on the mountain path.
âLittle An, what on earth is Mou Chen from Wanxiang Sect planning?
He risked his life to mine that valuable Ghost Crystal Vein, and now heâs handing over every bit without keeping any for himself.
Even if itâs to repay a life debt, why wouldnât he keep a share for himself?
And what about Zhang Yaotang, Yan Yun, those few, as if theyâve had a change of heart, didnât have a word of objection.â
On the small forest path, Li Jiujiu grew increasingly perplexed about Mou Chen.
Furrowing her beautiful brows, she said, âThroughout this journey, Mou Chen has always looked down on everyone, so why does he show such exceptional courtesy towards you, Little An?â
Fang Geyu crossed his arms and huffed, âOffering favors without cause, heâs either a swindler or a thief.
In my opinion, itâs better to capture him outright and give him a thorough interrogation.â
Baili An turned back and adjusted Su Jingâs head, which was slipping from his shoulder, suddenly realizing his fingers hadnât stopped trembling.
He abruptly curled his fingertips.
âThat man is formidable.
If he had forcefully tried to keep us back there, do you think the four of us would have ended up like Yan Yun and the others?â
Li Jiujiuâs complexion shifted: âWhatâŚ
what do you mean?â
Fang Geyu saw the tremble and curl of Baili Anâs fingers clearly and frowned but didnât speak.
Baili An calmed himself down, touched the cold ring hidden inside his clothes near his chest, and looked sideways at Li Jiujiu, saying, âActually, Iâm quite petty.â
Li Jiujiu: âHmm?â
âWhen Yan Yun pushed you to the brink, her eyes were filled with genuine hatred.
She wanted Jiujiuâs life.
How could I possibly tolerate such a person?â
Li Jiujiu understood his implication and covered her mouth, saying, âLittle An, did you play dirty?â
âThe Autumnwater Sword has been infused with a drop of my Essence Blood from the corpse demon.â