Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 122 - 122 122 Feather Duster and Alcohol

122: Chapter 122: Feather Duster and Alcohol 122: Chapter 122: Feather Duster and Alcohol Baili An found it hard to imagine how a single umbrella could simultaneously satisfy so many people’s tastes.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, “So what did you do?”

Fang Geyu replied very calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, “I disassembled the umbrella and used the feathers to make a few feather dusters; they’re really handy when beating unruly children.”

Lin Yuan had already burst out laughing.

Baili An: “…”

So, you used someone else’s thoughtful gift to beat rowdy children?

Weren’t youthful times supposed to be sweet and sour?

Why did it all change once it came to you?

Lin Guiyuan must have been incredibly unlucky to fall for you.

Could it be that suffering such an emotional setback was the reason why his taste grew crooked?

He couldn’t even pick people right anymore.

After Fang Geyu, he twisted his vision again and fell for a pure-white lotus-like young mistress, putting his life in jeopardy and ending up as a pitiful mountain ghost.

Yet here was Fang Geyu, shameless and insincere, heaving a sigh.

“If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have made those feather dusters.

To handle a few rowdy children and risk Lin Guiyuan’s life was not worth it.

But who could have predicted he’d be so ready to abandon everything after one setback, treating that trash as a treasure and giving away his heart, ai…”

Baili An thought, how do you have the face to sigh here, and besides, the point isn’t about a feather duster at all.

“Sister Lin Yuan…”

Lin Guiyuan, with his exceptional hearing, had overheard everything about his regrettable past.

His eyes filled with sorrowful resentment as he watched Lin Yuan laughing uncontrollably.

Jin Sheng still had a greasy chicken butt in his mouth, a look of utter disbelief across his face.

He looked at Lin Guiyuan as if looking at a fool: “What kind of taste do you have, to fall for such a poisonous-tongued, flat-chested, and flat-bottomed young lady, tsk tsk…

Take advice from a brother, the more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they can be; better to stay away from these femme fatales.”

Lin Guiyuan had no words to retort and simply turned his back and leaped into the lake, utterly embarrassed.

Fang Geyu cast a cool glance at Jin Sheng, clearly hurt by the comment about her figure.

Her tone grew colder, “Even the chicken butt can’t block your foul mouth!

Serves you right to be single for hundreds of years.”

Jin Sheng’s expression fell, then with puffed lips, he huffed, “I, the great Tianxi Thirteen Swords, am still quite popular with the ladies, you know?”

Fang Geyu let out a cold laugh, “I’m afraid those young ladies have probably all become old maids by now.”

Wow, another crushing blow.

“Damn it!” Jin Sheng threw down the chicken bone, “Talking to you is so disheartening, I’m full now, this young master is off to sleep!”

As Fang Geyu said, he was ill-tempered, domineering, and he strayed from the norm in his swordsmanship, cultivating the oppressive True Qi, which always seemed to keep women at bay with the grim aura lingering between his brows.

In his youth, before his Yuanli Sword cultivation ran deep, his handsome looks indeed won the fancy of some young girls.

But now, these girls had long passed away; what’s even sadder is that nowadays, not even old maids seemed to like him anymore.

Such is the loneliness of a hero…

Fang Geyu finished the last sip of her mutton soup with cheeks flushed from the heat.

She licked her lips and, with bright eyes, looked at Baili An, “Bring a jar of wine next time you come back, okay?”

Baili An, surprised, “You drink?”

Fang Geyu, unsatisfied, “You underestimate me.”

But Lin Yuan reacted strongly, “Don’t you dare buy alcohol!”

Baili An asked, “What’s the matter?”

Lin Yuan explained, “This little girl can’t hold her liquor, and she becomes insufferable when drunk.

After one drink, she can be drunk for a whole day and night.

When she goes on a drunken rampage, no one can withstand it.”

Fang Geyu’s face showed a rare hint of sheepishness, “That’s not true.”

Lin Yuan chuckled and affectionately stroked her head, “Don’t think I don’t know about your secret drinking of the wine your brother hid away in Taibai City.

You got so drunk you set fire to ten majestic halls and the grain storage, burning them to ashes all through the night.”

Fang Geyu gently rubbed her head under her hand, her tone light, “It was just ten halls and a granary that burned, no big deal.”

Lin Yuan ground her teeth, “Yeah, your family can certainly afford your reckless spending, but we on Kongcang Mountain can’t let you, a little lunatic, drink.”

The truth was, the fire Fang Geyu spoke of was not as simple as she made it seem.

One drink led her to madness for one night.

Those ten halls were the fruits of labor built up by Shifang City’s ancestors.

Especially that granary, at the time the Country of Qin and another nation were in the midst of war, and the supplies in the granary were foodstuffs bought by the Emperor of Qin in preparation to be shipped to the front lines.

At that critical moment of the war, the Country of Qin was advancing, yet ultimately, it was defeated by that very fire.

The Emperor of Qin, in fierce anger, mobilized the full force of the nation to march on Shifang City.

After months of hard fighting, the disciples of Shifang City suffered terribly.

Ultimately, it took Lin Guiyuan’s brother, Xue Cheng from Buzhou Immortal Mountain, to step in and suppress the situation, finally convincing the Country of Qin to withdraw their troops.

The battle between Shifang City and the Country of Qin shocked the world; people lamented that the Fang Family had a daughter that was a profound spender.

At a tender age, she could spark a war between nations.

The fire she set was both a fortune lost and a blow to the pride of a nation.

They said this young miss of the Fang Family was surely heaven’s favorite.

Despite causing such a disaster, she still had the full support of her family, with her father and two brothers entirely shielding her from the consequences.

Even more so, her reclusive uncle from Buzhou Immortal Mountain traveled a long distance to help her clean up the mess from the war.

That wild act caused discontent among the elders within Shifang City, but all that grumbling stopped once Xue Cheng made an appearance.

Such a daughter thus became unmarriageable within the nations, too much for anyone to handle.

Seeing that the two ladies had finished eating, Baili An began to pick up the bones and scraps from the ground.

He glanced at the white crane robe on Fang Geyu and brightened, promptly agreeing, “Alright, I’ll bring a jar of wine tomorrow.

What kind of wine do you want?”

Lin Yuan hurriedly said, “Stop messing around, she’s a menace when drunk.”

Baili An smiled, “Alcohol tolerance can be trained.”

Fang Geyu was very pleased with Baili An’s understanding and propped her chin up with her hands, smiling, “Daughter’s Red, bring me a jar of Daughter’s Red wine tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Lin Yuan looked up, her eyes moistened with sorrow as she gazed over the peaceful Mountain Realm.

Night had fallen, and Lin Yuan retreated to the lakebed to rest.

Jin Sheng was sound asleep in a tree, his snoring thunderous.

Baili An fed the deer until it was full.

His Mecha had been fully functional for a while now; by all logic, he should have been able to enjoy a rare night of leisure.

Yet, something deep inside wouldn’t let him waste time idly, driving him to diligently continue his cultivation.