Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 123 - 123 123 Jiujiu is in Trouble

123: Chapter 123: Jiujiu is in Trouble 123: Chapter 123: Jiujiu is in Trouble This thought was like a brand born with him, as if a long, long time ago, he had never slacked or delayed even in the slightest.

He took out the Autumnwater Sword from the Black Jade, relying on the battle memories of this period to begin his sword dance.

The swordsmanship he danced was the very Taixuan Sect Sword technique that had once astonished Wen Yu, the “Burn River Sword Technique.”

The longsword sang, its blade as cold as autumn water.

Baili An’s dance movements combined strength and softness, yet the sword winds he created were thick and fiery.

The sword flowers he wielded carried the might of flame and lightning, and when he finished, they looked like a flame dragon returning to shore, truly carrying the imposing momentum of a river-shaking gust.

Although Fang Geyu felt extremely sleepy after the night, the warm and full feeling in her stomach made her forget her drowsiness for the moment.

She leaned back lazily on a vine bed, watching him dance with the sword.

Yet as she watched, she let out a soft “huh,” as if she had discovered something, interrupting Baili An’s sword dance.

At the same time, the snoring of Jin Sheng in the tree ceased, and soon his voice pierced through the layers of leaves, carrying a hint of shock, “Why?

You noticed it too?”

Fang Geyu nodded thoughtfully.

Jin Sheng leaped down from the tree, disbelief shining in his eyes, “You lad, you are very unusual indeed.

How do you know the Taixuan Sect’s secret transmission ‘Burn River Sword Technique’?

Are you perhaps from Taixuan’s direct lineage?”

However, Jin Sheng changed his tone again, “But that isn’t right.

If you were from the Taixuan Sect, then why didn’t Wen Yu recognize you?

Those who know the ‘Burn River Sword Technique’ are usually the high-level disciples within the Taixuan Sect.

If you truly were, you wouldn’t have fallen to this state.”

Of course, what Jin Sheng was referring to was that Baili An should not have become a corpse demon.

Before Baili An could speak, Fang Geyu spoke impatiently, “Who cares whose sword technique it is?”

Jin Sheng looked at her, dumbfounded, “But that is Taixuan Sect’s sword technique.”

How could it sound so commonplace when mentioned by this little girl?

Fang Geyu snorted lightly.

She had always been provided for, and if the sky should fall, there would be a group of people at home to bear it.

Dangers were extremely rare in her world; even a slight scratch was a big deal.

Thus, with such arduous cultivation tasks, she was naturally lazy, and it was quite extraordinary for her to cultivate for two days out of ten.

She was not like the fourth sword lady of the Tianxi Sword Sect, who loved swords crazily and enjoyed reciting all the precious swords of the Mortal World and the sword techniques.

Naturally, she would not value or delve deeply into this “Burn River Sword Technique.”

What really interested her was the sword in Baili An’s hand.

Fang Geyu propped up her chin with interest and said, “That’s Jiujiu’s Autumnwater Sword.

Half a year ago, when I went to visit her at the Lihe Sect, the sword was still on her waist.

Now, how come it’s in your hands?”

“Jiujiu?

Lihe Sect?” Jin Sheng was somewhat familiar, remembering she was probably the Young Sect Master of the Lihe Sect.

Baili An said in surprise, “You know Miss Jiujiu?” And it seemed, from her words, that they were quite familiar with each other.

“Yes, she’s my friend,” Fang Geyu said, squinting her eyes, her gaze tightly fixed on the sword.

Jin Sheng was puzzled, “The Lihe Sect, a small sect like that, is actually worthy of friendship with the distinguished young miss of Shifang City?”

Fang Geyu glared at him coldly, “So even someone from the Thirteen Swords is so superficial.

Do I, Fang Geyu, need to consider someone’s background when making friends?

If that were the case, I’m afraid there would be no one worthy in this world.”

“Ya ha, you’ve got quite the mouth on you, you little minx,” Jin Sheng rolled up his sleeves, wanting to give someone a thrashing.

However, Fang Geyu had no mind to argue with him.

She looked at Baili An with burning eyes and said, “You haven’t answered my question.”

Baili An coughed lightly, not expecting Miss Fang to know Miss Jiujiu.

He felt a bit of chaos and tension inside.

Because of the girl’s reputation, it was not proper for him to explain too much, so he vaguely said, “I got to know Miss Jiujiu in the Demon Cave.

This sword was a gift from her.”

Little did he know that a lady gifting her personal sword was an exceedingly intimate gesture.

Fang Geyu immediately had a faint realization in her heart, and then looked at the lakeside with a slightly pitiful gaze.

If it had been someone else, in order to protect Lin Yuan, she would have swung her metaphorical big stick, harshly dealing a blow to break up the pair and chase away the seductive vixen from this lad’s side.

But now she felt both affection and kinship with Li Jiujiu, who was also quite adorable.

For a moment, it was really difficult to decide.

Observing the troubled look on Baili An’s face, Fang Geyu revealed a meaningful smile.

“Is that so?

But I seem to recall that the Autumnwater Sword was Jiujiu’s coming-of-age gift, given to her by her father.

It has now ended up in your hands, so there must have been a very interesting incident in that Demon Cave.”

Watching the increasingly salacious, ambiguous smile on her face, Baili An broke out in a sweat, but his expression remained unfazed, “There was no such incident.”

“Hehehe, I did not specify what sort of incident, and yet you’re already busy denying it.

An untruthful child is not a good child,” she teased.

Fang Geyu’s gossip fire was ignited, and as she spoke, she took out an item from the Qiankun Bag.

It was a black tassel with a round, ancient Black Jade in the center.

She chuckled evilly.

“This is called Black Crow Jade, capable of transmitting sounds over a thousand miles.

The other piece is in Jiujiu’s possession.

What do you think would happen if I told her right now that you’re in my hands, being teased by me?

Would she become so anxious that she’d fly here to Kongcang Mountain immediately on her sword?”

Baili An’s face turned dark, having not expected this girl to be so malicious.

He quickly said, “Stop messing around.”

Fang Geyu smiled triumphantly, ready to speak, when just at that moment, the ancient Black Jade in her hand suddenly made a crackling noise.

The white delicate hand holding the jade stiffened, and the wicked smile on Fang Geyu’s face froze too.

Her brows furrowed deeply, and she turned to see that the jade was cracking all over and soon shattered into tiny black specks, scattering into dust.

Baili An also frowned slightly, not understanding the meaning and feeling a vague sense of foreboding.

Only Jin Sheng laughed mockingly, “Some divine jade capable of transmitting messages over a thousand miles.

It barely shook a bit before shattering to pieces.

Turns out the treasures from Shifang City aren’t so special after all.”

Fang Geyu suddenly stood up from the vine bed, squeezing the tassel tightly in her palm.

Ice-cold murderous intent swirled in her bright eyes as she bit her teeth, enunciating every word, “Something has happened to Jiujiu!”

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“Are you sure you want to set out for the Lihe Sect right now?” Jin Sheng looked at Baili An, who was fully prepared to leave, with a peculiar expression.

With just a few words, the truth about the shattered jade had been learned from Fang Geyu’s mouth.

This Black Crow was a pair of jades, one of which Fang Geyu had given to Li Jiujiu as a gift of meeting.

Its use was not just limited to transmitting messages over a thousand miles; there was another, more important function.

In times of dire peril, smashing the jade would also shatter the other twin jade, sending an alert of danger.

Unless it was a true life-and-death crisis, the jade would never break.