Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 71 - 71 71 Hesitating to Take Action for Fear of Affecting the Valuables

71: Chapter 71: Hesitating to Take Action for Fear of Affecting the Valuables 71: Chapter 71: Hesitating to Take Action for Fear of Affecting the Valuables “Brother Zhao, this man doesn’t even spare women; such a cruel and ruthless person must not be allowed to live and return.”

How ridiculous, saying he doesn’t even spare women.

And yet…

when have they ever spared any creature here, or those innocent merfolk women, wantonly abusing and cruelly killing them!

Is this what they call the righteous path?!

The young man addressed as Brother Zhao exchanged a glance with Wen Yu, and they struck simultaneously.

Sword lights plummeted, two streaks wrapped in the aura of the Open Yuan realm chased by the wind.

Baili An’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, yet his gaze shone even brighter, “Wen Yu, it seems you’ve forgotten the word of advice those two gave you.”

Under his feet, three circles of fire emerged, unmistakably the Seven Ashes Steps which were all too familiar to Wen Yu.

Seeing this scene, Wen Yu’s eyelids twitched madly, suddenly recalling something, his eyes filled with horror, “You’re crazy!”

Both their attacks missed their mark.

Baili An’s figure left a long afterimage and in an instant he was under the wind chime tree.

With a reach of his longsword, he took down two wind chimes hanging from the tree, hanging them on the sword tip, looking at the now subdued crowd with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Wen Yu immediately sheathed his sword, fearing some outrageous act, and anxiously exclaimed, “Don’t do anything rash!”

The others also looked around with eyes full of fear and shock at the surrounding corpse tide and demons, no longer possessing their earlier composure and fearlessness.

Baili An chuckled lightly, looking at Wen Yu, “It’s your fault for being overly arrogant; perhaps Wen Zhendong’s life cannot sway you, but these two wind chimes should be enough to make you hesitate, right?”

Wen Yu’s teeth were nearly clenched to breaking, his gaze fiercely fixed on Baili An, “What exactly do you want?!”

Baili An spoke indifferently, “Throw the Yuanli Sword over here; it’s not something you should touch.”

The hand holding the Yuanli Sword immediately showed bulging veins, as Wen Yu clearly did not want to hand over this mightiest of swords.

Without further verbal altercation, Baili An, with sword tip aglow, conjured a misty Sword Intent and without hesitation aimed it at the wind chimes to destroy them.

“Wait!

I’ll give it to you!” Wen Yu’s face distorted completely, just as Baili An had said, he hesitated.

The Yuanli Sword he tossed over carried a heavy gale with it, thrown to Baili An.

Baili An waved his palm, and spirit light radiated from Bisui Shengyu, enveloping the Yuanli Sword within, then he gave everyone a deep look.

He chuckled softly, taking his time to remove the wind chimes from the sword tip, and attached them to his waist.

He subsequently freed Jin Sheng and Young Master Meng from their binds, instructing Young Master Meng, “Master Meng’s injuries are not severe, please carry Jin Sheng on your back.”

Young Master Meng rubbed his blood-numbed arm and gratefully said, “Thank you, young fellow, for your selfless rescue; Meng Zifei might not be someone significant, but today I will certainly defend the safety of the Thirteen Swords with my life.”

Baili An nodded, hearing the increasingly close roar of Yin Tiger from afar, he realized those two had understood something and were hurrying back.

Not daring to delay further, Baili An dove into the depths of the lake, looking worriedly at Lin Yuan, “I’m sorry, Sister Lin Yuan, I’ve arrived too late.”

Lin Yuan’s beautiful eyes were sorrowful, tears welling up as she anxiously asked, “Earlier you said…

the woman with the surname Wen personally killed Guiyuan, but you clearly just arrived here, did you…

did you find Guiyuan?”

Her voice was completely choked and hoarse by the end.

Baili An nodded solemnly, “On my way here, I found him drifting in the river, Sister Lin Yuan, rest assured, I have already buried Lin Guiyuan, both his body and head are together.”

As he spoke, he didn’t forget to use his Autumnwater Sword to cut the chains locked around her wrists.

But those chains were clearly no ordinary objects; each strike elicited only a burst of eye-catching sparks.

Dark chains were flowing with talismanic light, absolutely unbreakable by the Autumnwater Sword.

Lin Yuan murmured, “It’s good that he’s been laid to rest… it’s good, that child loved Kongcang Mountain the most, to be buried intact in the mountain…

oh…”

By the end, she could not continue, biting her lip tightly, suppressing the urge to let her cry burst forth.

“Si Chen, now that you’ve rescued Tianxi’s Yuanli Sword, Tianxi will surely owe you a great favor.

You don’t need to waste your effort saving me anymore, find a way to leave this place soon, go to Tianxi, and let the crime here be publicly known, to clear the name of Kongcang for me!”

Baili An struck with another sword, but the chains continued to shake wildly without breaking.

He shook his head, his gaze resolute, “I will not trust what so-called righteous Immortal Path says, I only believe in the sword in my hand.”

“Si Chen!” Lin Yuan’s voice suddenly became sharp.

“Listen, those two ghostly things are fundamentally not human, they cannot die, and you are no match for them.”

Hearing the increasingly urgent roar of tigers, Baili An no longer continued to break the chains but turned to Young Master Meng and loudly said,

“Master Meng, please take Jin Sheng and leave first!”

Young Master Meng gave them one deep look, gritting his teeth, “Don’t worry, young man, although Meng Zifei is not much, I will today defend unto death and ensure justice for Kongcang Mountain!”

With that, he plunged into the darkness.

Someone immediately attempted to pursue, but Baili An gently shook the wind chime as a threat.

That person immediately halted, his face ashen, his gaze toward Baili An almost murderous!

“Sister Lin Yuan, don’t worry, I’m not human either, I can’t die either, let’s see who’s life is harder!” Baili An looked down and gave her a faint smile, his tone as calm as ever, but very forceful.

The leaves around them sorrowful, and though a torrential rain fell beyond the barrier, not a single drop could reach into the lake beneath.

Lin Yuan raised her head to look at the young man in the night, even in a desperate situation, his gaze was always so gentle and steadfast.

Standing alone, facing thousands of corpses and armies, though frail, his spine was straight as a bamboo, the image of a gentleman, with no trace of darkness in his eyes.

“Damn it!

Where did this kid come from?”

Yang Zhao and Huang Kang finally arrived, their crimson eyes dead set on Baili An, their bodies emitting Demonic Qi, black and burnt skin peeling off their bodies, yet seemingly feeling no pain.

Seeing them, Wen Yu strode forward as if seeing a savior, hurriedly saying, “That kid is from Central Netherworld; mysterious in methods, somehow mingled among the corpse pile, I let my guard down, and he snatched the Demon Summoning Bell away, now I dare not act recklessly!”

Baili An turned back to look at them, scrutinizing and from them, he did not smell the aura of his kind, so they were not dead.

But no living person could possess such strong Spiritual Power in a completely lifeless state.

Not human!

Not ghost!

Not demon!

Not devil!

A flash of insight sparked in Baili An’s mind, as if he had grasped something.