Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 107 - 107 107 Legends of Merfolk

107: Chapter 107: Legends of Merfolk 107: Chapter 107: Legends of Merfolk Looking to give his opponent a good hearty dose of scorn, his eyes suddenly twinkled mischievously and he chuckled,

“Since you’re so intent on embarrassingly yourself, it’d be rude of me not to accommodate you.

Alright, have it your way.”

It wasn’t just Fang Geyu who doubted Baili An’s chances, even Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan thought his odds of winning were slim.

It was truly incomprehensible why he would use his weaknesses to challenge his enemy’s strengths.

Especially Lin Yuan, who had personally witnessed the spectacular scene of Baili An single-handedly battling the Puppet Yang Zhao.

Though Mecha combatants were formidable, with Baili An stepping in personally, the chances of victory wouldn’t be too slim.

But why would he do something so foolish?

Regardless of everyone’s bafflement, it had become a reality that couldn’t be changed.

Yet, regardless, it seemed enough to stabilize Fang Geyu’s temperamental demeanor for the time being.

What Baili An didn’t expect was that the young lady wasn’t just sharp-tongued but also had an incredibly thick skin.

After the agreement, she completely treated Kongcang Mountain as her own, unapologetically ordering Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan to cater to her every whim.

Even Jin Sheng wasn’t spared, sent by her to pick grapes.

Saying that as a freeloader, it was natural to pay a fitting price.

Lord Thirteen Swords certainly wasn’t going to bow to her tyranny, but he couldn’t withstand her venomous tongue—a few words could roil one’s Qi Sea into a tempest, nearly driving one mad.

Jin Sheng got scared of her, unable to last three sentences under her barrage, and obediently went to pick grapes.

Thus, the young lady became the young grandma, enjoying the grapes picked by Thirteen Swords himself while pleasantly reclining on Lin Yuan’s soft thigh, basking in the sun.

If she could just sit quietly and wait out the ten days, it would indeed be a peaceful season.

But she couldn’t stand the quiet.

So, under Baili An’s watchful eyes, she began to reach out her sin-stained, grape-juiced hands, salaciously caressing Lin Yuan’s legs and remarking with resonance,

“Little Yuan~ I’ve barely been away from Mountain Realm for half a year, and what do you know, you’ve developed broken legs!

Now, your Realm is at Qi Sea, far from Transforming.

Looking at how freely you move your legs, it doesn’t seem like anyone forced this condition upon you, hehehe… Come, tell your sister, what exactly happened?”

Fang Geyu laughed heartlessly, ungraciously rubbing her little head against Lin Yuan’s thigh.

Watching her otherwise pristine face flush, Fang Geyu became even more unrestrained, shifting from calling her sister Lin Yuan to a flippantly teasing ‘Little Yuan’, loaded with thick innuendo.

“What’s the matter?

Don’t want to talk?

Hmm~ Actually, you don’t need to tell me, that Merfolk legend isn’t exactly a secret anymore.”

The young girl’s eyes flitted cunningly, first glancing at Lin Guiyuan, “Hmm… You’ve been with Lin Hanhan for many years, practically watching this silly boy grow up, yet there’s never been any change in your tail, which naturally is impossible.”

Lin Yuan was initially startled, then blushed furiously, mumbling like a mosquito, “You… shut up.”

Where was Fang Geyu one to hold her tongue?

If she could, the number of people dying from frustration might drop by half.

Then, looking over Jin Sheng, radiating ‘I’m the best there is’ vibes, she mused, “Hmm… That useless chunk of metal might look decent but is too dumb and defective to count.”

Finally, her gaze rested on a boy by the lake, and she dramatically revealed an epiphany, “Oh~~~ could it be…”

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah…” Lin Yuan screamed out, eyes simmering with embarrassed fury, “I told you to shut up!!”

Fang Geyu thoroughly enjoyed Lin Yuan’s striking expression, propped herself up energetically, and with her slender fingertip gently scraping her sharp chin, her squinting seemed like teasing a kitten.

“Why so angry?

Afraid I’ll spill?

Don’t worry, Little Yuan~ just call me ‘dear sister’ and I’ll pretend to know nothing.”

“You… you… you…” Lin Yuan looked almost on the verge of tears.

“Oh?

Not willing, huh?

Alright then, that silly boy over there, are you interested in learning about the Merfolk legend?

It’s quite intriguing~”

“No… sister… sister.” Lin Yuan finally conceded, her blue eyes brimming with humiliating tears.

“How has Little Yuan started picking up Lin Hanhan’s habits?

Stammering isn’t a good habit, and who let you omit words, huh?” Fang Geyu’s eyes brimmed with a wickedly gleeful smile.

“Sob…” Lin Yuan sneakily glanced at Baili An, just as their eyes coincidentally met.

Her defenses instantly shattered, biting her lip, she could barely hold on before shamefully changing her address, “Dear sister.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Guiyuan who was busy planting Spirit Grass snapped, the hoe flying out of his grasp.

Jin Sheng, who forgot to spit out the grape seeds, swallowed them whole and averted his gaze from Lin Guiyuan, inquiring, “Has she always teased people like this?”

Lin Guiyuan replied with a profound look, “She… she only… teases those she fancies.”

“So, that means Lin Yuan is quite to her taste?” Jin Sheng inadvertently conjured a chilling thought, shuddering violently.

Lin Guiyuan maintained that profound tone, “I… I… hate… Fang Geyu!”

Jin Sheng looked quizzically at him, thinking, That venomous minx isn’t easy to like, is she?

But you, boy, always express disdain for her, yet why do you seem as composed with her as you are with Lin Yuan and Baili An, without a hint of stammering?

At noon, under the blazing sun, there was no wind, no calls of birds, no movement of animals—a rare moment of quiet in Mountain Realm.

After enjoying a meal of Spirit Fruit, everyone felt drowsy and returned to their treehouses for a brief sleep and meditation.

Like Baili An, Lin Guiyuan couldn’t sleep, opting instead to stare blankly at the midday sky.

Venomous minx Fang Geyu found a shady spot at random, curling up cozily, her calm demeanor akin to a lazy cat napping in the afternoon, unexpectedly adorable and endearing.

Lin Yuan, who hadn’t rested—likely worn out from Fang Geyu’s words earlier—tiptoed up to Baili An, curious to see what he was up to at the moment.

Under the sunlight, Baili An leaned on an umbrella, holding a wooden plank prepared for him by Lin Guiyuan, his expression as calm as ever.

A pair of boots and socks were laid beside him as he sat by the lake, barefoot, his feet dipped into the chilly lake waters, as if the icy sensation brought him comfort.

With a crack, a new mark appeared on the plank, and Baili An slowly opened his eyes, his gaze landing on the plank as a slight smile graced his lips, “Done.”

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Below the gates of Lihe Sect lay a city, bordering the Kingdom of Xihai, named Xihai City.

The taverns within this small city are common spots in the pugilist world.

Here countless stories and legends are spoken of, and in recent days, several bizarre incidents had occurred within Xihai City.

When peculiar incidents happen in a place, it naturally attracts all sorts of odd folk.

Like right now, a drinker inside the tavern.