Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 47 - 47 47 White Tiger Talisman

47: Chapter 47: White Tiger Talisman 47: Chapter 47: White Tiger Talisman In the world of cultivation, life and death were as common as could be; sixteen human lives meant little to them, for they were not their kin or comrades in arms.

How could they truly care?

What they cared about was pleasing the people from the Tianxi Sword Sect, but upon learning that he might be a disciple of the You Dynasty, they began to back off in the face of battle.

What a laughable scene.

Baili An looked at the golden spear tip resting at the young man’s throat; his intention to leave had already dissipated.

Treat me with sincerity, and I shall reciprocate.

Lin Guiyuan was a good person, but unfortunately, he was naive due to his isolated life in these mountains.

This group appeared righteous, but each harbored their own thoughts.

If he were to leave now, who could guarantee that something unexpected wouldn’t happen within this Mountain Realm?

He liked the white apes, Lin Yuan, the fruit trees, the mermaids, the bananas…

Baili An took a deep breath, his gaze unflinchingly meeting those of the two men as he said, “Indeed, I come from Central Netherworld.”

“He’s lying!” Wen Yu burst out from the crowd, pointing at Baili An and sharply saying, “This man is not from Central Netherworld!”

Yang Zhao immediately took up Wen Yu’s lead, adding, “That’s true, people from Central Netherworld are adept at the Ghost Path, but they would never slaughter the innocent.

His identity is highly suspicious; even if we don’t kill him now, we certainly cannot allow him to leave.”

Baili An casually replied, “I no longer wish to leave.”

Yang Zhao and Wen Kang were taken aback.

He then continued, “Someone has been throwing dirt on me; naturally, I must clear this up.”

Now that he was in the body of a corpse demon, the death energy inside him would certainly not withstand investigation by others.

It would be better to play along with Young Master Meng’s words for now, using the identity of a disciple from Central Netherworld to cover himself up and see how things played out.

The arrival of these two Tianxi Sword Sect disciples was too strange.

Everything seemed full of coincidences and surprises—since they were not Young Master Meng’s companions, how could they have encountered him by chance in the mountains, only to be chased by evil demons?

Why had they attacked him upon entering this Mountain Realm?

He could be sure that he had not seen the two men when he was on his way to the hunter’s house on the mountain; if it had been a mere brushing of shoulders, he would not have had no impression at all.

With this in mind, he knew…

these two had been hiding in the shadows all along!

Combining this with the Puppet and the Demon Core found in the hunter’s house, something was beginning to dawn on Baili An.

Who the real evil demon was, that would probably require further investigation.

Having quickly sorted his thoughts, Baili An glanced nonchalantly in a certain direction within the crowd.

He then spoke slowly, “You two accuse me of murder, but have no evidence—just as I’m sure that even if I say I’m from Central Netherworld, you won’t believe me.

But aren’t your own origins equally questionable?”

The look in Yang Zhao’s eyes intensified with hostility as he said coldly, “How dare you!

Tianxi Sword Sect disciples—are not to be slandered.”

Baili An’s gaze quickly receded from the crowd, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He said, “It’s true, there are sixteen corpses in the hunter’s home; however, his house has been reduced to ashes by a great fire for over ten days.

If I really murdered someone, shouldn’t I have left this mountain as quickly as possible?

Yet, I did not leave.

Instead, I cultivated in a cave not far from the hunter’s home.

During these days, you had plenty of time to find me, but you did not.”

At this point, Young Master Meng also showed a smile of appreciation on his face.

Lin Guiyuan slightly turned his head to glance at Baili An, his eyes showing a touch of admiration amidst surprise.

“Now, I stand in this Mountain Realm and only then do you start to take issue with me.

Such behavior, it’s not difficult to suspect you have ulterior motives.”

Behind their masks, the gaze of the two became extremely sharp; their longswords on their backs could hardly wait to draw and claim his life.

The smile on Young Master Meng’s face disappeared in an instant, and he quickly stepped forward, gently pushing Lin Guiyuan’s spear away from the young man’s throat.

“There’s no need for such hostility, everyone.

You are surely well aware of the disposition of disciples from Central Netherworld.

Now only one question remains: whether this Si Chen is truly a disciple from Central Netherworld.

To avoid misunderstandings, I have a good idea that might help to identify him.”

Watching Young Master Meng’s harmless smile, Baili An felt a slight sinking in his heart and remained silent.

The longswords behind them stopped their clamoring, and Yang Zhao impatiently asked, “What’s your method of proof?”

Young Master Meng smiled slightly and took out a Spirit Talisman from his bosom, immediately eliciting exclamations from the crowd.

“White Tiger Talisman?!”

“It’s actually a White Tiger Talisman?

Good heavens, isn’t Young Master Meng a Loose Cultivator without any family backing?

How on earth does he have such a Divine Talisman?”

The White Tiger Talisman, as the name suggested, harbored the Divine Beast White Tiger.

By using Spiritual Power to trigger the talismanic lines, one could summon a Spiritual Tiger to assist.

However, very few types of talisman paper could withstand the power of the White Tiger.

Even the red talisman paper wasn’t strong enough, only blue talisman paper of a higher grade could control the White Tiger.

And right now, the talisman paper in Young Master Meng’s hand was indeed blue.

Yang Zhao and Wen Kang, surprised and puzzled, wondered how a White Tiger Talisman could determine whether one was from Central Netherworld.

In a swift shift of their gaze—

Huang Kang’s eyes sharply narrowed, and his tone suddenly became severe, “No, it’s not the White Tiger.

That’s not drawn with vermilion cinnabar; that dark figure…

it’s the Yin Tiger!

It’s a Yin Tiger Talisman!

It’s not the Divine Beast White Tiger, but the Heroic Spirit Fierce Ghost Tiger!!”

On that piece of blue talisman paper, where the vermilion talismanic lines should have been, was a distinct black color.

This talisman could no longer be called a Divine Talisman but rather a Ghost Talisman!

Meng Zian’s elegant face showed a faint bitter smile as he said, “Everyone knows I am free-spirited and accustomed to roaming; I happened to come across this talisman while traveling through the Central Netherworld region.

This Ghost Tiger indeed belongs to the yin spirits of Central Netherworld.

Fond of adventure, I captured it and have been keeping it for a full one hundred and fifty years until it barely obeyed me.

While using this tiger in actual combat would be too difficult, it can be used to discern one’s Central Netherworld lineage.”

The crowd was enlightened, yet privately shaken with awe.

The power of Heroic Spirits was infinite and terrifying, and Young Master Meng was daring indeed, to keep a Fierce Ghost Yin Tiger within a mortal’s body, with no fear of backlash.

However, putting themselves in his shoes, if they had obtained such a talisman, could they resist the temptation of a possession by a Heroic Spirit Fierce Ghost Tiger?

Clearly not.

Even knowing the high risk, their choices would likely be no different from that of Young Master Meng.

“Are you ready, Si Chen?” Young Master Meng’s eyes held a smile as he looked at Baili An, their clarity unfaded by any sinister or negative emotions.

He continued languidly, “While the Yin Tiger is fierce and brutal, it would never attack someone with the lineage of Central Netherworld without reason.

If you are able to survive an encounter with the Yin Tiger, it would mean you’re indeed innocent; but if you die, then there’s no need for regret as it would mean you were lying.”