Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 124 - 124 124 White Robe under the Moon

124: Chapter 124: White Robe under the Moon 124: Chapter 124: White Robe under the Moon Baili An nodded gravely, saying, “Human life is paramount, there’s no time to say goodbye to Senior Sister Lin Yuan and the others.

Tell them the situation for me tomorrow morning.”

Jin Sheng was not reassured, “With your identity, going to that righteous sect, you’ll be captured or killed.

I’ll go with you!”

“No need.” Baili An replied decisively, taking out a handwritten book from his bosom and handing it to Jin Sheng.

“I know you’ve been in bad shape these days.

Although your right hand injury has stabilized, you still can’t hold a sword.

These are some things I’ve researched in the Divine Treasure of the Mountain Realm.

I wanted to refine them further before giving them to you, but I don’t know how long I’ll be gone today, and I’m afraid you’ll be bored.

Just tinker with them for now.

Besides, you can’t draw your sword now; you would only drag me down if you came along.”

Jin Sheng immediately clenched his fist and punched him in the chest, angrily retorting, “What an arrogant tone!

I, the distinguished Tianxi Thirteen Swords and Chengling of the great realm, would drag you down?

What are you thinking!”

Baili An just smiled and said nothing more, stuffing the handwritten book into his chest.

“Be a man and stop fussing.

If I get bullied out there, come and stand up for me then.

At that time, I’ll acknowledge you as my big brother.”

Jin Sheng hmphed, but his hand was placed outside his robe, touching the thick manuscript through the fabric.

He hadn’t expected that Baili An had always been taking his matters to heart.

He felt touched for a moment.

“If this thing really solves my problem, I’ll acknowledge you as my big brother in return.”

At that moment, Fang Geyu had already summoned the nine white unicorns and the Jade Chariot.

“Stop wasting words, hurry up and get on.

I want to see who had the audacity and guts to mess with my people!”

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That night was brightly lit.

The light was from lanterns, blazing bright as day, driving away the darkness atop Feiyun Mountain and forming a scene as bright as if there were no night.

Feiyun Mountain was the seat of the Lihe Sect.

Since three days ago, lights in the paths and main halls of the sect had never been extinguished.

The power of the Lihe Sect had waned, and thus, the sect’s conduct was anything but lavish.

All of this was because three days prior, the Young Sect Master of Lihe Sect returned from an exorcism heavily injured and unconscious, personally carried back by his Senior Sister, Huang Ying.

Sect Master Li Xuan hadn’t even had time to grieve or rage when Huang Ying brought another devastating piece of news:

Li Jiujiu had offended Su Jing of the Taixuan Sect, fought fiercely with him, and was severely injured by his wasted sword.

Su Jing of the Taixuan Sect coldly declared that in ten days, he himself would come to Feiyun Mountain to face the skills of the Young Sect Master of the esteemed sect.

At this news, Li Xuan immediately despaired.

The only thought in his mind was, “My sect is doomed.”

Looking at his daughter’s blood-covered, unconscious face, he was filled with both grief and anger.

All the teachings he had impressed upon her seemed to have gone to the dogs!

He had warned her countless times that cultivation was not easy and every step was difficult, urging her never to offend anyone from the Taixuan Sect, lest disaster befall the entire sect.

And now, not only had she offended a disciple from the Taixuan Sect, but she had also chosen the worst possible person—Su Jing, the sect master’s daughter.

One of the two women in the whole world most not to be provoked, and she had fought tooth and nail against her.

In his despair, Li Xuan still didn’t give up on saving his daughter.

It took him three full days to stabilize her internal injuries.

During these days, he also prepared a coffin for himself, deciding to apologize with his death to quell the fury in Miss Su Jing’s heart in exchange for his daughter’s life.

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The hook of Wu hung high, and the cold moonlight, through thin clouds, spilled over the courtyard of the empty Zhang Family residence.

Three days ago, this Zhang family mansion was filled with descendants, wealthy and at peace.

Now, however, from the master of the hall to the lowliest doorkeeper, all had turned to ash and were covered by fallen autumn leaves in the sweeping night wind.

The once bustling courtyard lay neglected and soon fell into decay.

But within this courtyard, one was not unoccupied.

In the faint Array Light, stood a woman in white.

Outside the robust Array Light, another woman in white with Red Lotus attire, stifled a yawn out of sheer boredom, overlooking the ashen traces filling the courtyard as if they were of no concern.

She appeared as if leisurely enjoying the moon in a secluded court, sitting beside a stone table made of blue jade, on which sat a teapot and an empty cup.

The tea in the pot had long since cooled, yet she patiently watched the woman trapped in the Array Light.

Suddenly, her hands produced a handful of sunflower seeds, her eyes showing interest as she watched the light of the Magic Array before her, cracking seeds loudly.

“It seems that the recent expedition of the Lihe Sect to the Demon Cave was quite fruitful, a junior actually possesses the Qianji Staff, such a treasure.”

The Qianji Staff, an extremely rare Immortal Artifact, was crafted by a legendary thousand-year Immortal through Divine Skills, forming Arrays out of void, and imbuing it into the staff.

Containing countless Arrays, just the trapping and binding arrays alone constantly changed in ninety-nine ways, combining all trapping spells into one, capable of even confining a legendary True Dragon for some time.

Regarding the battle between the young Sect Master and that young girl of the Lihe Sect, Ye Lian would naturally not foolishly interfere.

If truth be told, she held a measure of admiration for that young lady of the Li Family.

Compared to her father, who trembled and was overtly cautious upon encountering a disciple of the Taixuan Sect, she showed more spirit.

After seeing the tragic state of the Zhang family attended by bones, faced with Jing, whose power could completely crush hers, she still had the courage to draw her sword.

Under normal circumstances, with Jing’s withdrawn nature, she certainly wouldn’t complicate matters for such a weak little girl.

It was just unfortunate that the little girl had bad luck, accidentally destroying something she shouldn’t have.

Eyes shifting, Ye Lian’s gaze, enigmatic, focused on the woman in white within the light of the Array.

The light of the Array was profound and dazzling, the might of the Immortal Artifact nothing ordinary.

Even after three full days, the light of the Qianji Staff had not weakened at all, but had become even more blindingly brilliant, making the woman’s white clothing appear cold as frost.

Within the crisscrossing Array Light, the woman in white harbored an eternal chill in her eyes.

The Jade Rabbit Mask she wore was cracked at the right bridge of the nose as if it had been torn by a sweep of Sword Qi.

The disguise that had covered most of her face was now revealing half of it.

In the mysterious night light, her ice-tinged visage bloomed like frost flowers, bright as the moon.

Her skin, unnaturally pale from long absence from sunlight, under the reflective Array Light, seemed like thin ice over the Snow Pool in early winter, cold and fragile.

She slowly raised a pale slender hand, gently touching the jagged edge on the Jade Rabbit Mask, her delicate fingertips repeatedly rubbing the rough break.

In her deep, night-like cold eyes, a hint of deep purple swirled, exuding a dangerous aura.