Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 32 - 32 32 One Punch

32: Chapter 32: One Punch 32: Chapter 32: One Punch “Chen Bao has really worked out a fine scheme, gaining a brother-in-law and also obtaining that iron bow, hahaha!!”

No matter where, strength is respected, even in the simple mountain villages.

By yourself, without support and no strength, you are destined to be despised and looked down upon.

Yet Baili An had no intention of integrating into the human world; he only wanted to concentrate on his cultivation until the day he grew strong enough, then go to the Lihe Sect to fulfill his duties.

But today’s Qi Yang’s relentless pestering, he simply found it very troublesome.

Amidst all the idle chatter, Baili An looked at Qi Yang with an indifferent gaze and said, “It’s almost dawn, I hope we can determine the victor early.”

Qi Yang could not grasp the implication of ‘it’s almost dawn’ in Baili An’s words, taking it as a sign of him subtly conceding, hoping for mercy.

He sneered, “Rest assured, one punch is enough to determine the victor.”

Baili An nodded, “That’s good too.

If I fall from your punch, then I lose; otherwise, if you fall, I win.”

Qi Yang was taken aback for a moment, then as if hearing a great joke, laughed loudly, “Where do you get the confidence that you will get a chance to throw a punch?”

Everyone laughed along with him, mocking his overconfidence.

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed dangerously and he threw a punch without hesitation.

The fierce fist wind burst forth with the sound of tearing through the air, seizing the initiative and hitting Baili An squarely in the chest.

The black robe fluttered slightly under the fist wind, and the confident smile on Qi Yang’s face suddenly froze.

Crack, crack, crack…

He actually heard the sound of his own knuckles shattering.

The force that caused his knuckles to break wasn’t derived from the opponent but was the full rebound of his own punch.

Baili An hadn’t taken a step back, looking down at the fist on his chest, he calmly stepped forward.

A simple step as if strolling in a courtyard.

Immediately after, Qi Yang let out a piercing scream, his body flung backward as if hit by some giant beast, and violently crashed to the ground, stirring up a great cloud of dust.

He covered his broken hand, endlessly wailing in pain.

In his heart, he was utterly perplexed as to why he was the one who’d fallen.

And the villagers in the woods were left with their mouths agape in complete silence, stunned by the scene before them.

Qi Yang, while wailing, with tears and snot streaming down his face, glared hatefully at Baili An who stood calmly in the distance.

He roared furiously, “How dare you shatter my hand!

Do you know who my master is?!”

Baili An pulled out the iron bow deeply embedded in the ground, his seemingly pale and feeble fingers lightly plucking the bowstring.

He said slowly, “I certainly didn’t break your bones.

Your punch just now had no restraint; had my body not been able to withstand it, my fate would have been more wretched than your broken bones.

You had no mercy in your heart, so how can you question others for being cruel to you?”

If he had intentionally held back the power, the rebound force wouldn’t have been so great.

In the end, it was a result of his own doing.

Although Baili An was of a mild and pure nature, he wasn’t so naively kindhearted as to feel too much sympathy for this person.

Qi Yang was grinding his teeth, furiously cursing and saying his master would certainly not let him off easily.

Suddenly, Baili An’s fingers gripped the bowstring tightly and effortlessly pulled it into a full arc, not yet relaxing his grip.

The iron bow began to creak and groan under the strain.

With a slight exertion of force in his arms, a sharp snap was heard, and the sharp and resilient bowstring broke directly in his hands.

The treasure made of fine iron, the iron bow, emitted a painfully twisted breaking sound in his grasp.

Finally, it shattered piece by piece, scattering into a pile of scrap metal.

Baili An casually discarded the broken bow and crouched down, gently stroking the deer’s head with a soft gaze.

He looked at Qi Yang with a smile, “Now that the bow is gone, what will you trade for my deer?”

Everyone gasped, unable to imagine that the pale and frail-looking youth possessed such extraordinary brute strength.

Those who had just been mocking and belittling Baili An felt their faces redden with shame and embarrassment.

The gazes of the girls who had been cheering on Qi Yang shifted in the span of a moment, now quietly turning to Baili An.

They inwardly admired the good taste of Chen Bao’s sister, but felt it would be somewhat difficult to bring this young man home as a brother-in-law.

Qi Yang, looking ghastly pale, glared at the shards on the ground, the saying ‘stealing a chicken to lose a handful of rice’ applied perfectly to him.

Under extreme reluctance, he lifted his head with a resentful gaze, about to announce his lineage to intimidate and regain face.

Who knew that upon looking up, he’d meet the young man’s deep, lightless eyes, calm yet devoid of any warmth.

Qi Yang felt an inexplicable chill run through him, hearing the other say in a light tone, “Now… do you still want my deer?”

The tone was so even, without a hint of danger, but Qi Yang felt his hair stand on end, as if facing the unknown depth of an Abyss.

Holding his tremendously painful hand, he couldn’t dare to express his desire, only managing to murmur through cold sweat, “I lost…”

Baili An glanced around at everyone and patted the little deer’s head, saying, “Thank you all for your hospitality today, I’ve imposed on you for some time, and now it’s time to return.”

Life in the Mortal World can be beautiful, but beneath the peace and loveliness, there is still struggle and mean-spirited scheming.

Such is the Mortal World; one can appreciate it from afar, but Baili doesn’t wish to get too deeply involved.

Suddenly, an elder dressed like a village head emerged from the crowd, bowing to Baili An with a smile, saying:

“This young friend is quite skilled.

Why humble yourself to suffer alone in these mountains, scavenging and cultivating?

Why not join us and head down the mountain to the village?

Although our village isn’t as lavish as the city, it’s tranquil and untroubled by the world.”

The village head had the intention of recruiting him.

The neighboring Miao Ge Village had acquired a talented individual who followed the Immortal Path, Qi Yang, and as a result, their village enjoyed abundant harvests of game year-round, never lacking meat or fur, and their days gradually became more prosperous than other villages.

Now that he saw an individual even more formidable than Qi Yang, how could the village head willingly let go?

He thought fortunately he had a young and beautiful granddaughter at home.

If this young man was unwilling, just a little more persuasion would do.

And after he spoke, the other village heads came to their senses and began to clamor for Baili An to stay.

Even the village head of Miao Ge Village joined in, causing the local bully Qi Yang’s expression to turn visibly sour.

Young maidens dressed in Sacrificial Robes also looked at Baili An with hopeful eyes.

The village was remote, its inhabitants robust and rugged like bears, crudely uncouth.

Even Qi Yang, who had a touch of celestial talent, carried the rough aspect of a wild boy from the hills, his demeanor no different from the son of a wealthy landowner.

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