Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 105 - 105 105 The Sharp-Tongued Young Lady

105: Chapter 105: The Sharp-Tongued Young Lady 105: Chapter 105: The Sharp-Tongued Young Lady Fang Geyu was taken aback; it was obviously the first time anyone had dared to speak to her in such a deceiving tone, and she found it somewhat difficult to accept.

Immediately, her beautiful brows knitted together, and she let out a cold laugh, “Turns out it’s an idiot.”

With a lack of interest, she let down the beaded curtain, too lazy to converse further with Baili An.

As the young girl’s white boots lightly tapped on the carriage floor, the nine unicorns, receiving their orders, neighed loudly.

Under their beastly cries, they stepped on auspicious clouds, swiftly carrying the golden chariot and jade chariot towards the Mountain Realm.

Baili An’s eyelids twitched, and he quickly followed the girl into the Mountain Realm, leading the little deer with him.

The nine unicorns had mastered the Cloud Stepping Technique, reaching the pinnacle of speed.

By the time Baili An returned to the Mountain Realm, the nine unicorns were peacefully resting by a lake, licking the water.

The golden chariot and jade chariot were probably retracted back into a spatial Magical Treasure, as they were nowhere to be seen.

That stunning girl dressed in a white crane robe stood by the lake.

The lake breeze gently lifted her wide robe; a hint of impatience tinged her otherwise serene features, indicating she was in a particularly bad mood.

However, seeing this, Baili An grew even more certain that this girl from Shifang City had once been a part of the Mountain Realm.

After all, only people from the Mountain Realm could easily traverse the various Barriers to arrive here.

When she saw Baili An leading the deer back, her gaze shot towards him coldly, as if a long-desired toy had been snatched away suddenly.

“I was wondering who was so amazing, to be able to wear the splendid mountain river garment personally crafted by the old man within half a month of arriving.

Turns out, he was raising you as an heir.”

Although the girl looked young, when she glared at someone, she did so with a formidable presence.

She furrowed her brows and once again took a serious look at Baili An, her disdainful gaze as if she had seen a dead salted fish.

“What kind of taste does the old Mountain Father have, to pick you as the new Mountain Master?

Has he lived too long and gone blind?”

Her words were extremely harsh, causing Lin Yuan to frown slightly.

Baili An wondered what grievance this young girl had, to be driven out of the Mountain Realm for her poisonous tongue and spoiled nature by the Mountain Father.

But judging by Sister Lin Yuan’s expression, it seemed unlikely, so he asked, “Sister Lin Yuan, what’s the deal with this girl?”

Lin Yuan revealed a helpless smile and looked at Fang Geyu with mixed feelings of love and hate.

“She is the third young miss from Shifang City.

Ten years ago, she was kidnapped by an Evil Cultivator to Kongcang Mountain and rescued by the Mountain Father.

She stayed within the Mountain Realm for half a year.

After returning home, she would often sneak away to stay temporarily in the Mountain Realm.

Back then, the Mountain Father gifted her with a section of an ancient tree branch that had matured for a thousand years to protect herself.

Now, the Mountain Father has passed away, and that branch must have lost much of its Spiritual Power.

Geyu probably guessed something had happened to the Mountain Father through the state of the branch and hurried over here.”

“Ha?

What a joke, I couldn’t wait for the old man to drop dead, hogging a spot without doing his business, not knowing how to harness the great resources of Kongcang Mountain.

If I were the Mountain Master, Kongcang Mountain’s utility would be far more than just defending against the sea, tides, and evil spirits,” Fang Geyu said arrogantly, her eyes filled with disdain.

“Fang Geyu, let the deceased rest, show some respect for the Mountain Father, after all, he has saved your life!”

The person who spoke was not Lin Yuan, but Lin Guiyuan, who walked slowly out from the depths of the forest.

Oddly enough, his words were exceptionally stern and his tone deep, a complete departure from his usually gentle demeanor.

Fang Geyu scoffed out of habit, about to retort, when her gaze landed on Lin Guiyuan and suddenly stopped.

Baili An clearly saw the small hand beneath her feathered sleeve clench into a fist, but her face remained scornful and mocking, showing little change.

In a lifeless tone, lifting the corner of her brow, she said, “Lin Hanhan, is this your retribution?

You’ve made yourself such a ghostly figure, if the old man knew this would happen, he’d probably regret having wasted half of the Mountain Spirit Power on you.”

Her soft words hit Lin Guiyuan’s sore spot instantly, rendering him silent in anger.

“Alright, enough idle talk.

The silly boy leading the deer, hand over the Mountain Seal obediently.

I shall still regard you as a person of the Mountain Realm.

Once I become the new Mountain Master, it’ll be my responsibility to protect you lot of wastes.”

The girl stood under the bright sunlight, her cheeks snow-white, her face bearing a look of haughty disrespect.

Perhaps it was that the girl looked so good in her white crane robe that, despite her disrespectful attitude, people found her more likable and cute than the pitiful little white flower, Wen Zhendong.

Baili An chuckled, ready to dispense with the young girl, when suddenly a shadow dropped from in front of him, startling Jin Sheng awake from his nap in the tree.

This fellow was also someone with a tough character, his slanted eyes scornfully sizing up the girl, a smirk on his face that belied no joy.

“So it’s the bratty girl from Shifang City with the big words.

I heard you were in closed cultivation for a year, just to break through to the open yuan realm, but looking at your unstable aura now, it seems far from reaching that stage.

Wanting to be pampered and protected by your father and brothers, you ran here to wave around the Mountain Realm title and entertain delusions of becoming the Mountain Master?

Even a mere Fishwife Crow from the Endless Sea could take your little life!” Jin Sheng had a nasty temper, his tone subtly threatening.

The corner of the young girl’s eyes lifted slightly, and it was clear that she recognized Jin Sheng’s identity, but she showed no respect and instead spoke mockingly.

“I thought some wild dog was barking, but it turns out to be the waste of the Thirteen Swords.

Speaking of breaking through, shouldn’t you be the one rushing to break through the realm now?”

She emphasized the word “waste” heavily, proving to be naturally equipped with a venomous tongue.

First, she delivered cutting words that precisely struck Lin Guiyuan’s weak point, then she viciously stabbed at Jin Sheng’s fatal wounds with every word.

Sure enough, Jin Sheng’s face turned iron blue instantly.

The girl did not intend to let him off easily, continuing to twist the knife, “Oh, right, on my way here I received a few pieces of news.

Several celebrations took place in the Taixuan Sect’s Nanze Mountain; the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth of the Taixuan Nine Classics all successfully transcended their tribulations three days ago.

Tsk tsk, if we count it like that, among the renowned Thirteen Swords and the Taixuan Nine Classics of the Four Seas and Eight Desolates, Cangwu Ten Hidden Palaces, now only your Yuanli Sword and the Taixuan ninth classic, the Fanyin Sword Scripture, have yet to transcend…”

Jin Sheng couldn’t help but grip his Yuanli Sword tighter, his face both ugly and embarrassed.

The young girl’s smile was syrupy, but within it hid piercingly cold needles.

“Wen Hanwei of the Fanyin Sword Scripture, although she hasn’t transcended, I do remember that she’s a whole hundred years younger than you.

Ten years ago, when you went to Nanze with your sword for a duel, you were miserably defeated by her.

Oh my god, if we calculate like this…”

The girl tilted her head, with an innocent look, she continued to rub salt in the wounds, clapping and laughing:

“Doesn’t that mean, Jin Sheng, that you’re the only dreg among many geniuses?

It’s truly regrettable, thinking of how the Yuanli Sword created such a glorious epoch in the hands of its previous master.

Now, because of its bearer, the Divine Sword declines and becomes junk iron; truly pitiful.”

“You!!!!”

“What about me?

Am I not right?” said the girl, flashing a sweet smile that could kill without seeking compensation.

Yet this smile made Jin Sheng wish he could immediately tear her poisonous tongue apart!