Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 50 - 50 50 s Qilin Totem

50: 50 chapters: Qilin Totem 50: 50 chapters: Qilin Totem “As someone spoke with a smile, “Little brother, you don’t understand, those beasts from the Demon Sect are not worth sparing!

Their menace in the Mortal World is beyond your imagination, only by removing them by any means necessary can we minimize the sacrifice.

The principle of ‘inaction in critical times leads to chaos’ must be understood.”

“To hell with your Demon Sect beasts, open your blind damn eyes and see who is standing in front of you!”

Always silent and unwilling to speak, Jin Sheng finally couldn’t bear it anymore.

With a swift motion, he flung off the black cloak he was wearing, revealing the characteristic red and black Sword attire beneath.

Seeing that black and red figure, Baili An was stunned and couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Why didn’t you say earlier that you were a disciple of Tianxi, causing me to be displeased with Tianxi Sword Sect because of these two now.”

Jin Sheng looked disdainfully and spat disdainfully on the ground.

“Any Tom, Dick, or Harry becoming a disciple of my Tianxi Sword Sect?

They’re just impostors, those two are clever enough to pretend to be disciples of the Demon Observation Hall, thus no need to reveal their true faces.”

Disciples of Tianxi Demon Observation Hall, when joining this branch of the sect, would each be given a mask by the hall master to cover their faces.

It didn’t hold any special meaning; it was merely because of the hall master’s peculiar fetish.

Lin Guiyuan silently looked down at the ground and frowned, “Don’t…

Don’t spit randomly.”

Jin Sheng rolled his eyes, uninterested in dealing with this stutterer.

The crowd was already shocked, staring stupendously at the young man who had suddenly sprung up from deep underground, their minds in complete disarray.

What on earth was happening?

Disciples from two different factions of Tianxi Sword Sect?

Seeing the incompatibility of the stand-off, everyone clearly guessed that one side must be fake.

This was too audacious!

Even daring to impersonate disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect.

Everyone’s gaze swept back and forth between Jin Sheng, Yang Zhao, and Huang Kang.

Looking at the two black-bladed longswords behind Yang Zhao.

Those were indeed the Demon-Repelling Dao Swords issued to every disciple within the Demon Observation Hall.

Each Demon-Repelling Dao Sword was personally marked with a sword seal by the hall master, impossible for others to counterfeit.

The moment those two Dao Swords were unsheathed, the chilling Sword Qi emitted was undoubtedly the authentic aura of Tianxi Sword Dao.

However, looking at the young man opposite, despite wearing the black and red Sword attire with a vividly embroidered flaming Qilin on the chest, the Qilin pattern was a symbol of the inner disciples of Tianxi.

Even the great Country of Qin, which regarded Tianxi as the national sword sect, highly revered the divine beast Qilin, treating the Qilin pattern on the Tianxi Sword Sect’s robes as a national totem, deeply revered by all citizens.

These Tianxi inner disciples’ robes with the flaming Qilin also absorbed the faith of thousands from Country of Qin, greatly enhancing their cultivation speed.

Meanwhile, Yang Zhao and Huang Kang from the Demon Observation Hall wore only simple black and red Daoist robes, each with a Demon-Repelling Dao Sword.

Yet this individual, based on his attire and accessories, held a status far above these two.

But observing the young man, a dense malice was hard to clear.

If he were a righteous Tianxi Sword Cultivator, one wouldn’t expect the usual clear and ringing Sword Qi around him, a true member of the Righteous Sect would not carry such deep malice.

Although curious, no one dared to openly question this man in the Qilin-embroidered Sword attire.

Instead, it was Young Master Meng, having lost the Yin Tiger Talisman and not lightly struck, who forcibly revived his spirits.

His gaze inspecting the youth in Sword attire before speaking composedly, “May I ask which disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect you are?”

Jin Sheng held his sword on the ground, hands crossed and resting on the handle.

He said indifferently, “A disciple of Tianxi Sword Sect, Jin Sheng.”

His demeanor was completely opposite to the insolent appearance of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang earlier.

His face bore no arrogance, just an indifference that seemed utterly natural.

Because to him, belonging to the Tianxi Sword Sect was an emblem of pride in itself.

Yet, as a disciple of Tianxi, he never used his affiliation with the Tianxi Sword Sect as a boast.

Because it was ordinary, it was worth pride.

“Jin Sheng?” Young Master Meng carefully mulled over this name, then chuckled dismissively, “Forgive my bluntness, but there are very few internal disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect that can wear Qilin-adorned Sword attire; they are all renowned figures throughout the world.

As for the name ‘Jin Sheng,’ I have never heard of it.”

In the quiet crowd, soft murmurs began to swirl, hinting at the beginning of doubt.

“Could this be a fake… The attire is easy to imitate, and each sword of Tianxi’s Qilin disciples is famously known, yet I’ve never seen this one in the immortal sword manuals.”

“Jin Sheng…

I’ve never heard of this name either.

If he were really an inner disciple of Tianxi, wouldn’t he be famous?”

“With such deep malice, he looks to me exactly like a disciple of the Demon Sect that brothers Yang and Huang described.”

In the face of these whispering voices, Jin Sheng remained composed, his expression unchanging.

Yet in the corner of his eyes, a faint disdainful smile spontaneously appeared.

“You’ve never heard of the name Jin Sheng because you haven’t reached the heights where you deserve to know it.”

Deeply moved, Baili An took a long look at his figure, saying nothing.

Young Master Meng’s face slightly furrowed at the outright contemptuous words but held back his anger, his gaze turning to Yang Zhao and Huang Kang.

The two who claimed to be from Tianxi Sword Sect uttered no more words.

For from the moment Jin Sheng appeared, their eyes had revealed a conspiratorial satisfaction.

Silently, they drew the black-bladed longswords from behind their backs.

The swords, filled with murderous and hostile intent, pointed directly at Jin Sheng.

Yang Zhao coldly said, “Today’s matter is private to Tianxi, unrelated to those present here.

No matter the true or false Tianxi disciple, there’s only one way to verify the truth, and that is to prove everything with the sword in hand!”

Huang Kang’s sword tip began to tremble lightly, emitting a piercing sword hum as he slowly said, “Indeed, if you wish to prove your innocence, then draw your sword!”

These seemingly fair and righteous words of duel, however, caused Baili An’s eyebrows to slightly furrow.

For he saw the highly proud Jin Sheng, when asked to draw his sword, his hands stacked on the hilt tighten a bit.

Could it be that he was unable to draw his sword at this moment?

Thinking this, Baili An opened his umbrella.

A fierce, chilling howl.

A five-meter-long majestic tiger body coiled in front of Jin Sheng, its crimson beastly pupils coldly staring at Yang Zhao and Huang Kang.

Seemingly influenced by the thoughts of his master, the fighting spirit in the Yin Tiger’s eyes was considerably clear.

“Since this is a challenge by duel, isn’t two against one a bit unfair?” Baili An stepped forward with a smile, patting the butt of the Yin Tiger and said.

Instantly, the expressions of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang darkened, fixing an ill-intent gaze and retorted, “Si Chen, lad, are you determined to make an enemy of our Tianxi Sword Sect?!”