Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 39 - 39 39 Taixuan

39: Chapter 39: Taixuan 39: Chapter 39: Taixuan He was secretly grinding his teeth, thinking: “What a fool!

To willingly use such a precious Spiritual Medicine on an animal rather than to present it to me!

Utterly stupid beyond words!”

Wen Zhendong’s eyes flickered subtly in their sockets, as he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Baili An, who had been sitting quietly there, “Where exactly are you taking us?”

Lin Guiyuan turned his head to glance at the mountain ranges behind them enshrouded in darkness, a hint of worry flashing across his eyes.

“It…

is pursuing us.

I must take you to a safe place.”

Baili An followed his gaze and casually surveyed the scene, his keen corpse demon eyes piercing through the mountains and forests.

Even though he couldn’t make out the distant objects shrouded in darkness, he could still see a powerful surge of Demonic Qi coming towards them at an astonishing speed.

He frowned and said, “That doesn’t look like a typical corpse demon.”

Lin Guiyuan nodded and said, “That is…a Witch Demon, a Shebi Corpse, with three thousand years of cultivation.

I…

can only trap…

trap him temporarily.

He…

has an immortal body, and I am…

not…

his match.”

Baili An was greatly shocked inside.

So, it was a Shebi Corpse!

No wonder the aura of the corpse demon was so terrifying!

He silently looked at Wen Yu, who was meditating and regaining his breath, wondering where this man had gotten the courage and greed to provoke such a monster!

Hadn’t he assessed the power gap between them before he let greed take over?

Baili An vaguely felt that all the events of the day were part of a trap someone had set up.

Wen Yu, feeling Baili An’s scrutinizing gaze, slowly opened his eyes and looked back at Baili An with an exceptionally dark, strange look.

“You’re called Si Chen?”

Baili An did not speak, not wanting to converse with the man.

Wen Yu squinted his eyes and continued, “When you were fighting the Shebi Corpse, you used the Taixuan Sect’s secret spiritual methods ‘Seven Ashes Steps’ and ‘River Burning Sword technique’.

These two spiritual formulas can only be practiced by Inner Disciples of Taixuan Sect.

How do you know them?”

“Don’t tell me you’re an Inner Disciple of Taixuan Sect.

I remember quite clearly that among the Inner Disciples of Taixuan Sect, there isn’t one named Si Chen!”

Baili An’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Seven Ashes Steps?

River Burning Sword technique?

What are those?”

Wen Yu’s brows knit together as he spoke coldly, “How could you have executed those two spiritual formulas in the blink of an eye if you don’t even know what they are?!

I would hope you could come up with a better excuse!”

A vague headache began to trouble Baili An, as if a long-lost memory was struggling to emerge.

In the face of Wen Yu’s questioning, he responded, “Whether it’s an excuse or not, I don’t see a need to answer you, do I?”

He wasn’t lying; he truly was unaware of what the Seven Ashes Steps and River Burning Sword technique were.

To him, these names were as unfamiliar as a newborn baby learning to speak.

What made him even more uneasy was the fact that during his fight with the Shebi Corpse, his memory was blank, as if cut off.

From the moment the first round of flames ignited until he lost consciousness, he was completely unaware of what had occurred.

Nor did he know how he had managed to save the deer and the group of people.

He could only vaguely recall the deep, permanent sword scar at the center of his chest, which for a moment burned like a searing brand, setting all the cold blood in his body ablaze, boiling over.

Wen Yu looked at Baili An, who seemed indifferent, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

“Hmph, the people of Taixuan Sect are just as arrogantly dismissive as ever!”

A flicker passed through Baili An’s gaze; then he suddenly smiled and said, “So you’re saying, you actually don’t belong to the Taixuan Sect.

Then why did you boast and deceive us under the pretense of being from Taixuan Sect, oh, could it be you intended to use it to intimidate us?”

With that said, everyone’s gaze towards Wen Yu changed.

In any case, the emergence of a lie always breeds suspicion.

Wen Yu’s face flickered with panic for a moment, but he quickly masked it.

With a light cough, carrying an air of authority, he coldly said, “When have you heard me say I wasn’t from Taixuan?”

Baili An pretended to ponder deeply before replying in a profound manner,

“That makes more sense then.

Disciples of our sect naturally would not speak with the hostility and disdain that you carry.

Yet here you are, claiming to be from the Taixuan Sect.

This can only mean one possibility—that you must have violated the laws of Taixuan Sect and been expelled.

Am I right?”

A direct hit!

Wen Yu’s expression twisted terribly, and the hands resting on his knees made a creaking noise of bones grinding against each other.

Baili An calmly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and patted the deer’s head, saying, “The Shebi Corpse is catching up fast.

Mr.

Lin Guiyuan, this Golden Crow isn’t slow, but with so many people on board, I’m afraid it won’t be long before it catches up.”

Lin Guiyuan’s expression became very solemn, he nodded and said, “We’re…

about to arrive at our destination.”

After saying this, he bit his fingertip, a few drops of blood falling into the Golden Crow’s sharp beak, and the bird’s speed suddenly more than doubled.

Watching him, Baili An sighed inwardly.

What he really wanted to say was that the people that Lin Guiyuan should be throwing off right now were those three master and disciples.

It wasn’t that Baili An was selfish or cruel, but that the Shebi Corpse had been provoked by Wen Yu in the first place.

The fact that Wen Yu had ‘recklessly’ provoked the Shebi Corpse, combined with what Wen Zhendong had said earlier about Lin Guiyuan saving her twice,

led Baili An to surmise that Wen Yu’s provocation was very likely intended to force Lin Guiyuan to intervene and save them again.

And his intervention would inevitably be tied to subsequent cause and effect purposes.

And Lin Guiyuan had just said…

“We are about to reach our destination!”

Baili An noted the suppressed rage and fervent greed in Wen Yu’s eyes.

If he wasn’t mistaken about Lin Guiyuan’s identity, it was closely and crucially linked to this Kongcang Mountain.

While he felt inclined to clarify these matters, Baili An didn’t have any evidence at the moment.

And it was clear that Lin Guiyuan had a fondness for Wen Yu’s female disciple, so calling it out now wouldn’t change anything.

He would have to wait and see.

As they bypassed some mountains and a small blood-red sea, what occupied the view in front of them was a pitch-black mountain range rising between heaven and earth.

Bare and without a single tree growing on the sheer mountain peaks, their strange, rugged forms reached extremely high, even towering into the dark clouds, as if to puncture a huge hole in the sky.

The mountain was towering and magnificent, but right in the center was a straight fissure, resembling a canyon split by a single sword strike from an Immortal.

Lin Guiyuan, controlling the Golden Crow, didn’t swerve away and headed straight for that canyon at great speed.

“Ahhh!

We’re going to crash!

We’re going to crash!” someone screamed in alarm.

Baili An’s gaze deepened as he observed a faint Array Light emanating from within that narrow canyon entrance.

In the darkness of night, the light was so faint, as subtle as the glimmer of fireflies.