Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 115 - 115 115 Believe in My Own Path

115: Chapter 115: Believe in My Own Path 115: Chapter 115: Believe in My Own Path Gazing up slightly, Si Chen found himself in the moonlight, his youthful fingertips and hers both stained with the same soil, the moon’s glow tracing a beautiful curve on his jawline.

His black eyes that expanded a circle beyond those of ordinary people should have been eerie and chilling.

Yet, as he held the grapes and washed away the dirt with water from his pouch, his earnest eyes were indescribably gentle.

Baili An placed the washed grape flesh near her deliberately reddened lips.

Just when everyone thought that the pampered young lady would scorn and avoid it.

And maybe even use her lethal little mouth to give a lesson…

She stared at him blankly, as if recalling some past memory, and in a moment of distraction, she tilted her head ever so slightly and took the grape into her mouth.

She didn’t swallow it immediately, her snow-white cheek puffing up into the shape of a grape, which looked somewhat adorable.

Yet, with her eyes clearly black and white, she sniffed and said, “I have no mother, no one has ever told me these things.”

It was hard to imagine that a young lady cherished by all in Shifang City would say such a thing.

Baili An was at a loss for words for a moment, his brow furrowed slightly, not knowing how to respond.

After a while, under Jin Sheng’s constipated gaze, Baili An used his sleeve to gently wipe away the red from Fang Geyu’s lips, revealing their naturally pale color.

He slowly said, “When the fog rises deep in the mountains, the mountains are right behind you.

If you don’t turn around, how will you know they aren’t there?”

The girl’s previously furrowed brows relaxed, and she gently pushed Baili An away, rising to put nine white unicorns and the golden chariot next to the Jade Chariot into her Qiankun Bag.

Then she took a city seal out of the Qiankun Bag, strung a rope through it, knowing Baili An’s stubborn character might not accept it, so she hung it around the small deer’s neck.

“That’s enough, let’s leave it at that.

Since it’s running away from home, not going back in three to five years would be a real shame, given the painstaking effort of leaving home for nine whole days just to get past the back garden—I’m off to sleep.”

So it was that the young lady from Shifang City who had run away from home settled down in the Mountain Realm of Kongcang.

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Though the strange events in the Demon Cave had gradually subsided, and the chaos of the demons’ uprising had ceased, Kongcang Mountain still lay near the Endless Sea.

Without the old mountain father’s awe-inspiring protection, some minor demons wreaked havoc, stirring up bloody incidents among the mountain tribes.

Lin Guiyuan still wanted to fulfill his original duties, but now he was a dead spirit, even more, he was a mountain ghost.

Although the Golden Crow Vine that mountain father left him could respond to his call, he could no longer manipulate the vine with ease, yet alone transform it into a Longbow or Divine Spear.

His face was pale with a ghastly deathly energy, and the stitching on his neck was especially shocking.

For the mortals in the mountains, he was the most terrifying specter, how could he again appear among the village tribes with such an appearance?

Since protecting Kongcang Mountain was inadvertently Baili An’s responsibility, he worked through the night creating Mechanical Puppets.

Following the rune commands contained within the Spirit Stones, these mechas could substitute for Lin Guiyuan in protecting the mountain people.

Baili An pondered that since the Mechanical Puppets he had created could defeat Fang Geyu’s mecha, they must possess combat power comparable to a top practitioner of the Kaiyuan realm, which should be more than sufficient to protect the mountain people.

Moreover, mass-producing these Mechanical Puppets would also amount to a formidable combat power.

Kongcang Mountain held vast wealth, and with mountain father gone, it was up to Baili An to act before any further calamities befell them.

All things considered, in the vast Mountain Realm, only Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan truly possessed astonishing combat power.

Now adding himself and the half-crippled Jin Sheng, the situation looked indeed pitiable.

On that night, the sky was like a vault, with the moon bright and the stars sparse.

Not a whisper of wind stirred through the leaves.

The crescent moon was desolate, and all was silent.

Baili An was already accustomed to the nights of this world and felt an unusual stillness in his heart.

Seated beneath an enormous ancient tree, dozens of Spirit Stones brimming with Spiritual Energy were spread before him, each displaying its distinct Five Elements attributes.

Clasping two Spirit Stones, one blue and one red, in his hands.

The blue represented the Water Attribute, the red the Fire Attribute.

With his eyes tightly shut, and under Jin Sheng’s monstrous gaze, strands of thin but exceptionally pure spiritual power gathered from the spirit platform within his forehead, the threads soft as water, entering the Spirit Stones without a hint of harm.

Then, these threads of clear, pure spiritual power traced impossibly complex trajectories, marking the runes meticulously at the center of the stones.

Jin Sheng, looking somewhat fatigued, supported his forehead and watched as Baili An’s hands simultaneously etched runes onto two Spirit Stones, helplessly remarking, “I feel like I’m dreaming, and in the dream, there’s a monster.”

Just a few days ago, this person struggled to complete a single rune, yet today he managed to do two simultaneously with ease.

What monstrous talent!

Lin Guiyuan lifted his stiff head, giving him a blank look with his grayish-blue eyes.

He managed a smile, then continued to focus, carving the Xuanjin Cold Iron with his palms, clumsily yet diligently completing the task Baili An had assigned him.

Lady Fang Geyu sat on a swing under the ancient tree, biting into a tart fruit with great interest, gazing at the two crudely fashioned iron scraps Baili An had produced.

“You defeated my mecha with just these simple tricks?”

Baili An’s spiritual power had seen significant improvement over these last few days.

Still with energy to spare after embedding the complete Puppet Array into the Spirit Stones.

He looked down at his creations, his gaze quite satisfied, “Hmm, these runes are quite powerful.”

Fang Geyu asked, “Can I take a look?”

Before Baili An could respond, Jin Sheng instantly became guarded, “No!”

After all, this originated from the techniques of the Langya Demon Sect.

Although profound, if word got out that Si Chen used the Demon Sect’s Forbidden Techniques, it would surely bring a lot of trouble.

If the people of the Righteous Immortal Sect were to know…

Speaking of which, she looked at Jin Sheng with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile, “I guess it would attract countless frenzied pursuits to demonstrate the Righteous Path, wouldn’t it?”

Baili An laughed unconcernedly, looking at her and asking, “So, does Miss Fang belong to the Demon Path or the Righteous Path?”

“Me?” Fang Geyu gave a sarcastic laugh, sickly sweet, her eyes curving like crescents, “I only walk the path that belongs to me.”