Chapter 80 - Broken Sword
Chapter 80 of "Journey to the End of the Night" opens presenting: Unbeknownst to her, she had inadvertently stepped into a carefully laid trap.The slender forefinger of... Donât stop now!
Unbeknownst to her, she had inadvertently stepped into a carefully laid trap.
The slender forefinger of the woman in white gently brushed her lips, her watery eyes showing no sign of tension.
Instead, a hint of anticipation arose.
âItâs interesting.
To think someone dares to target me, it seems the strategist behind this is a master.â
Saying so, she nudged the deerâs belly with her legs, showing no intention of retreating.
Instead, she headed deeper into the Demon Cave.
Yin Baishuang leaped down and blocked her path, her eyes slightly cold as she said, âWonât listen to advice?â
The woman in white hummed noncommittally, âThe miss may manage the affairs big and small of Cangwu, but she certainly doesnât rule over me.â
Yin Baishuang said, âYou donât care about the life of Thirteen Swords?â
The woman in white leaned forward slightly, her entire body limp as if boneless, draped over the back of the little deer.
Supporting her snow-white chin with her hand, she smiled,
âAs one of Tianxiâs Thirteen Swords, itâs no shame to fail to survive the Heavenly Tribulation, but to have the Yuanli Sword taken and utilized by others would indeed be an immense disgrace.
I suppose even if I were to go to Kongcang Mountain now and find him, heâd be too ashamed to see me.
The pride and face one loses must be reclaimed by oneself.
If he lacks even this ability, then itâs no pity if Tianxiâs thirteenth sword breaks right here and now.â
Her smile was pretty, but it seemed somewhat indifferent and distant.
Her dual pupils stared deeply into the Abyss, her pitch-black eyes reflecting not a glint of light against the dark Abyss.
The corners of her mouth curved slightly less, her tone nonchalant as she said, âThe Demon Sect has been dormant for so many years, never able to rise again completely.
Now that they are willing to make the first move, even if they gain the upper hand, with this advantage comes even more flaws.â
With that, the woman in white glanced sideways and saw Yin Baishuang purse her lips with a smile, âSince the miss has come here, obviously, you must have uncovered some information.â
Yin Baishuang snorted coldly.
Even though she usually didnât get along with those clad in white, this matter concerning the Demon Sect didnât provoke too much antipathy in her.
She opened her pristine palm, and strands of scarlet demonic energy danced between her slender fingers.
Seeing that demonic intent swirl in her palm to form a heartâs phantom, the woman in white narrowed her eyes, âDemon Sectâs Puppetry Technique?â
Yin Baishuang dispersed the energy with a palm thrust, her calm gaze flashing with a hot spark.
She pressed her lips pale before she looked at the woman in white and slowly began,
âEven though you are forgetful due to your status, you normally donât care too much about that man.
But his identity is still there.
You wouldnât and couldnât forget that major incident that happened over two hundred years ago, could you?â
At the mention of âthat man,â the woman in whiteâs lazy demeanor was instantly swept away.
She responded seriously, âWhat are you trying to say?â
Yin Baishuangâs face held an unfriendly coldness, âTwo hundred years ago, why has the Ghost Sect of Jiuyuan Mountain not been annihilated to this day?!
Clearly, your Sectâs first sword investigated thoroughly to no avail?!
Why is it that the Sword Master had a firm resolution to kill, yet the slaughter suddenly ceased?!â
She sneered, then continued, âThe truth that you of the Tianxi Sect couldnât uncover doesnât mean I canât!â
The woman in whiteâs expression was slightly surprised, but then she smiled and said, âThe miss seems to bear great resentment towards that Ghost Sect.â
Seeing her shallow, gentle smile, appearing heartless and carefree, an aura of deadly energy surfaced in Yin Baishuangâs refined countenance.
She said coldly, âLogically, your resentment should be no less than mine.â
The woman in white chuckled lightly, âTo be honest, regarding the âmajor incidentâ that happened two hundred years ago that you spoke of, I really didnât make much of it.
I just find the life of our Young Master quite laughable.
If weâre talking about a hard life, I think itâs our Sect Master who had it worse.â
It seemed as if she didnât notice the increasingly dangerous look in Yin Baishuangâs eyes as she continued unabashedly,
âFortunately, the Young Master has a good mother.
He can follow her away from Tianxi, and become the Crown Prince of the Central Netherworld.
If weâre talking about a loss of life, it wasnât two hundred years ago, but on the wedding day of the Ghost Sectâs Young Master of Jiuyuan Mountain and the Miss here.
Itâs pitiable that the groom couldnât even last a day, killed by the brideâs own hand before they could worship heaven and earth.
The main character died, yet what lengths of heartlessness do you wish to reach, to not even spare your own Sectâs people?â
A big red robe suddenly began to rustle loudly, and her black hair wildly danced within the Demon Cave.
Yin Baishuangâs expression was icy, her features as cold as frost and snow.
Her pale lips parted dangerously as she said, âThese wordsâŚ
do you dare to repeat them in front of your Sect Master?â
The woman in whiteâs demeanor halted, then she smiled indifferently, âOf course, I wouldnât dare.â
Yin Baishuangâs expression turned extremely cold, her voice chilling, âSince you wouldnât dare, then keep your tongue in check, and listen carefully to me.
What I am about to say is a consequence of the foolish act committed by your first sword back then.â
The unreserved sarcasm caused the woman in white to frown slightly, but considering Yin Baishuangâs increasingly bizarre expression, she did not retort further.
Yin Baishuang stood before a chasm, her bright red sleeves torn by the fierce Gale rising from the Abyss.
She withdrew the small coffin she held, standing with her hands behind her back and said, âIt began with the pig demonâs assault on the bride in Beiliao Town two hundred years ago, which brought forth the Puppetry Technique of the Demon Sect.
We all thought it was just an ordinary puppetry, not until the people abandoned by the Demon Sect died in Nanze Mountain that I gradually discoveredâŚ
that puppetry is not ordinary?â
âPuppetry?â murmured the woman in white, âI remember the remnant of the Demon Sect who were cast aside and died at the hands of our Young Master, how did that relate to puppetry?â
âOf course, it relates,â said Yin Baishuang with conviction, sneering, âI was one of the people involved, yet I was fooled by their exquisite trick.
The Demon Sectâs Qi Ren was indeed a puppet from the beginning, and to control such a perfect Puppetry Technique, you might guess what power that would be?â
The woman in whiteâs brows deepened, she slowly shook her head, âThat canât be possible, the power of the Six Rivers was completely destroyed by our Sect Master five hundred years ago.â
Yin Baishuang sneered, âYouâve already guessed, whatâs there to say impossible?
Tianxiâs Thirteen Swords mostly broke during these five hundred years, and your Sect Master could reforge the swords by hand.
The resurgence of the Six Rivers isnât something so strange, is it?â
The woman in white looked at Yin Baishuang earnestly, âIs the miss suggestingâŚ
that the planner this time is from the Six Rivers of the Demon Sect?â
Before Yin Baishuang could reply, the woman in white laughed lightly, âI find the miss quite adorable.â
Yin Baishuang frowned displeased, âIf you are foolish and donât believe, I alsoâŚâ
âI donât disbelieve,â interrupted the woman in white with a smile, âI do believe thereâs not a single falsehood in what the miss says.
When I say adorable, itâs because the outside world speaks of the miss as being eccentric, mad for over two hundred years, but now that I see it, thatâs really not the case.
The miss understands more than anyone, with just a tough mouth and a soft heart.â