Chapter 365 - An Indescribable Destiny
Explore the latest events in "Journey to the End of the Night" Chapter 365: The rabbit sighed and began to gesture while standing on his legs.Its paws compared the...
The rabbit sighed and began to gesture while standing on his legs.
Its paws compared the size of its own head, expressing its dissatisfaction with its small, pathetic shell of a body, too short to even reach his knee when jumping.
Then it pitifully took out half a carrot, caressed the vegetable with a look of deep grievance as if to say that even a rabbitâs weapons were meager and shabby.
Finally, it stretched out a furry little short leg with a tearful appearance, as if saying, âYou take one step to my five, what is there to dislike?â
Baili An was dumbfounded; his familyâs rabbit, unable to speak human language, was somehow still capable of comforting people in various ways, truly talented.
Yet seeing the despair and helplessness in the rabbitâs eyes, he knew it was genuinely dissatisfied with its current form.
Baili An consoled it in return, âLittle rabbit, you have a demonâs body.
Although itâs not very convenient now, with dedicated cultivation, you will surely be able to transform into a human someday.â
Unlike him, though Su Jingâs body was useful, able to taste the flavors of the Mortal World and sense the warmth and chill of spring and autumn, it was something he, in this life, would never again be able to obtain.
However good it was, it was still a womanâs body.
If Su Jingâs soul could not be called back, it would truly be a bother.
For some reason, the snow under Ghost Mountain grew even colder.
This majestic and continuous range of dark mountains, like a demon blade soon to be sealed in ice and snow, a world already lacking in greenery, now covered in a color of profound white, left only an awe-inspiring severity and ghostly mystery.
Baili An knew that the Second Realm of Ghost Mountain was no safe place and that he must leave as soon as possible.
The injury inflicted by the Centipede Woman was deep and wide, making it a troublesome task to treat.
Fortunately, he was a youth, half a head taller than Su Jing; Baili An did not do what he imagined, for with Fang Geyu dealing with Jiujiu, no one would come here.
Facing his own body, he held no embarrassment; he simply half reclined in the shallow stream, embracing his physical form to stabilize it, preventing the stiff body to keep slipping from the water.
The rabbit became very quiet, silently watching this scene in the river, seemingly lost in thought.
Baili Anâs handling of the injury was skilled, and he swiftly cleaned the turbid breath and black qi that spread over much of his chest and abdomen.
The bleeding wounds were also bandaged one by one.
Just as he was tying his undergarment, rustling sounds came from the dense forest on the other side of the river.
Footsteps.
And not just from one person.
The footsteps were staggered, one following the other.
The one in front hurried, appearing impatient as if trying to get rid of the one following behind.
From within the deeper, more secluded part of the woods behind them came Ying Xiuâs voice, resigned.
âThe dangers of Ghost Mountainâs Second Realm are numerous, filled with demons and monsters.
Miss Yin, you disregarded the rules by crossing the river, and have already expended much of your Spiritual Power, you must be exhausted; why keep up this stubborn pretense?
Although my group might not have the profound abilities to traverse Ghost Mountain with ease, weâre still united and not afraid of external threats, which is far better than you being all alone,â Miss YinâŚ
Upon hearing the name âMiss Yin,â Baili Anâs scalp tingled with premonition that something bad would happen.
He stiffened, ready to flee from the place, but it was too late.
An impatient, clean palm enveloped by a red sleeve pushed aside the long grass, and a figure, desolate yet captivating, emerged from the darkness.
In her beautiful brows and eyes was an impatient hostility and disdain, the coldness of Han Zhi by her waist quietly muffled, as though she might unsheathe it at any moment to cross the river.
Unknown to others, at the next moment, the humming of Han Zhi went suddenly silent.
The delicate boot stepping through the grass got stuck in the soft, moist earth and froze there.
Behind her, Ying Xiu, following closely but not daring to get too close, was elated to see her stop.
Thinking she was moved by his plea, he hurried over, ready to strike while the iron was hot, only to hear Yin Baishuang let out a cold snort from her position turned away from him.
This snort was different from her usual disdain, as if laced with some inexplicable emotion.
She walked through the grass, stopping at the riverbank, arms crossed, an interested look on her face, uttering a name that shook Ying Xiuâs heart: âSu Jing, what a refined interest.â
Su Jing?
Ying Xiu felt a sudden surge in his heart, sensing trouble.
The fates of these two were so closely intertwined, Ghost Mountainâs Second Realm was so vast, theyâd only been apart for a short while, and yet they had met again so soon.
What kind of twisted fate was this?!
Because of all the absurd things that had happened in their youth, even though a hundred years had passed, Ying Xiu thought he should have moved on with a broad-minded heart.
But knowing that he was about to see Su Jing again filled his heart with an uncontrollable complex blend of emotions.
Why was he so weak?
Ying Xiu deeply despised the impulsivity in his bones but could do nothing about it.
Ying Xiu, who always upheld strict self-discipline, one heart for a lifetime, would never allow himself to show even the slightest useless emotion.
He simply thought their connection was a shallow bond between fellow Young Masters of the Three Sects, their lives intertwined.
As casual acquaintances and peers in cultivation, avoiding each other would only prove he couldnât let go of the past, wouldnât it?
After finding a reasonable explanation for himself, Ying Xiu relaxed and stepped over the brambles and wild grass, following behind Yin Baishuang at a measured distance.
Crossing the river, he knew Su Jing had woken up.
His face remained composed and calm, though he was slightly nervous inside, wondering what expression to wear, to look as if he was no longer troubled by the past, without betraying any flaw or losing any dignity and grace, how to dissolve the awkwardness between them?
Until his gaze actually fell upon the woman in white on the riverbank, Ying Xiu realized he had thought too much.
It was not three of them.
But four.
And then he finally understood why Yin Baishuang had let out that strange sarcastic laughter.
Expressionless, Ying Xiu gazed at the stretch of water and mountains, the vast riverbank embraced by the night, reflecting a blue sheen.
The shimmering water highlighted her figure in white, which drifted into his vision like a wisp of cloud, her arms lightly embracing a youth in a faint.
The handsome youthâs clothes were in disarray, his undergarment completely loosened, not yet tied.
As the gentle river brushed them, the clothing fluttered open, exposing the blood-stained torso and unhealthy pallor of his skin.
She seemed momentarily lost and helpless in her eyes, but quickly calmed down, and sat quietly in the burbling stream.
Her snow-like clothing spread out in the water like a white lotus, her long lashes like feathers, her eyes gazing solemnly at the two uninvited guests.
Su Jing and the youth.
Embraced in the river.
The youthâs head lay without inhibition on her chest, his pale, peaceful face nestled there.
It was an absurd scene that was truly happening before their very eyes.
And not to mention, the youth lay there unclothed, unconscious, and to stabilize his form, âSu Jingâsâ left hand was threading through his waist, her delicate, cold hand placed on his belly to ensure he wasnât washed away by the current.
Such a scene was indeed difficult to articulate.