Journey to the End of the Night
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129: Chapter 129: 129: Chapter 129: Just such petty scoundrels, daring to harm the Senior Brother.

Fang Geyu clicked his tongue twice, his voice clearly melodious, yet his tone deliberately arrogant and frivolous.

“Today, I came looking for Jiujiu.

You lot are truly an eyesore.

Seeing the situation, you wouldn’t voluntarily leave the mountain.

So, get your asses up and tuck in nicely, make your body well-rounded, and roll down the mountain in a charmingly graceful pose.”

With a light clap on the Qiankun Bag, in a flash, shoosh, shoosh, shoosh, several white lights surged forth.

The renowned mechas lined up as they appeared from Shifang City, their metallic hands grasping their heads like catching chicks, forcing them to stick their butts up.

Wei Chiyou was no exception, forced to stick up his bloodstained butt.

Under cries of pain, more than a dozen figures rolled like balls, tumbling far away.

The fall was real and stiff—either dead or crippled.

Fang Geyu patted Li Xuan on the shoulder earnestly as he watched the latter open his mouth without words.

“Even you, an old man, were once quite a notable character, how could you still harbor such naive hopes that he would genuinely plead with Taixuan for you?

Why keep such a person around for the New Year?

Or do you genuinely wish to wrap Jiujiu like a spring roll in a blanket and send her to that bastard’s bed for a night of being trained with little whips and red candles until dawn?

Even if she is to be disciplined, the one swinging the little whip should only be me.

I hope you do not mistake the person, clutching at the wrong thigh.”

The sharp, venomous tongue of the little lady was not for nothing.

Be you a centuries-old elder or a Sect Master, no mercy was shown.

Li Xuan was deeply hurt, almost like Baili An, as blood almost rushed to his forehead.

Indeed, the rumors about Master Huai Bei from the Golden Ray Monastery dying of anger because of this girl were not unfounded.

“Cough, cough… I truly had no choice, cough…please, Miss Fang, be merciful with your words.”

Despite her venomous tongue, Fang Geyu knew limits.

She furrowed her brows and asked about the serious matter, “What happened to Li Jiujiu?

The Black Crow Jade I gave her broke.

Where is she now?

Has someone bullied her?”

Seeing her genuinely concerned expression, Li Xuan felt a warmth in his heart.

Some people act polite but are ruthless at heart.

Others seem carefree but cherish old ties.

Li Xuan led Fang Geyu and Baili An to a side hall in the direction of Li Jiujiu’s boudoir, briefly describing how Li Jiujiu descended the mountain to eliminate the Evil Spirit, and how she offended Su Jing of the Taixuan Sect along the way.

Baili An had heard the name ‘Taixuan’ more than once.

It was indeed Wen Yu who made him quite displeased with the Taixuan Sect.

Fang Geyu, resting her chin in her hand, pondered, “A person from Taixuan actually going as far as slaughtering civilians and burning homes?

Are they bored or what?

But this Su Jing is indeed troublesome.”

Though she was equipped with numerous Magical Treasures, facing an opponent like Su Jing might be too much for her.

It was the first time Baili An saw Fang Geyu with such a solemn expression, heavy concern in his heart as he quickly asked, “Is this Su Jing… that formidable?”

Having seen Fang Geyu’s capabilities and knowing that Jiujiu’s father was a high-level expert from the Chengling Realm, his despair was evident, signifying trouble wasn’t small.

Fang Geyu, seemingly a bit headache-y, rubbed her temples, “Back in the Mountain Realm, that old scrap metal always emphasized to me not to mess with women, especially the beautiful ones.

Because in today’s world, there are two beauties you should never provoke.

One is Yin Baishuang of the Cangwu Palace, perpetually wearing a bitter melon face as if her husband died, dressed in nuptial red clothes—her resentment can be sensed from ten streets away, a true madwoman.

The other one is precisely this Su Jing from the Taixuan Sect.”

Baili An was intrigued, “Does this Su Jing like to wear white clothes?”

Fang Geyu snapped her fingers crisply, “Correct, the one always dressed in mourning clothes, wearing sackcloth and filial piety, is that small white flower you must absolutely not provoke; a cold aura surrounds her that you really shouldn’t underestimate.

Anyway, she’s also a bit out of her mind.

I heard that two hundred years ago, these two women fought over a man passionately and even came to blows.

Despite Su Jing’s grand style, she is indeed narrow-minded.

Now, I can only hope for the best and that Jiujiu doesn’t overdo things.

Even if she were to stab Su Jing deeply, it wouldn’t matter.

But she must not damage that mask on her face—that’s her life.

If even a small part were broken, people would die.”

As she talked, Fang Geyu let out a laugh, her smile very relaxed, “Look at me worrying too much.

As useless as Jiujiu is, how could she ever hurt Su Jing, let alone damage her beloved mask?”

“Sigh…,” Li Xuan raised his right hand, looking like an obedient child as he admitted honestly, “In fact… my Jiujiu is quite capable.”

“Hmm?” Fang Geyu glanced sideways at him.

A hesitant Li Xuan explained, “It’s Jiujiu who actually broke Su Jing’s mask, which is why this ten-day agreement was set.

Fang Geyu was speechless for a moment before revealing a cute smile, “Right now, I really want to smash Jiujiu’s head.”

Opening the door, the three of them saw Li Jiujiu on the bed, her face pale and her expression haggard.

Fang Geyu immediately rushed over, her face turning pale blue as she asked, “What were you thinking, provoking Su Jing!”

Faced with the sudden appearance of this young girl, Li Jiujiu was extremely surprised, “Ge’er, how did you come?”

“Pfft…”

Ge’er?

Hearing this nickname, Baili An couldn’t help but laugh.

Fang Geyu’s face darkened, a sharp gaze shooting towards him, then she gnashed her teeth glaring at Li Jiujiu.

“I’ve told you so many times to call me Geyu, stop using that mushy nickname, it gives me goosebumps.”

Li Jiujiu had no time to quibble about how to address her, hearing that familiar light laughter, all her attention was drawn to the pale young man under the moonlight.

She pondered for a long time, wondering if her weakness caused her to hallucinate.

Fang Geyu came at this critical, troublesome time.

She didn’t come alone but brought that boy she had been thinking about for a long time.

“Xiao…” She quickly stopped the ambiguous nickname, her pale little face blushing with manifold thoughts, her head slightly bowed and nervous, “You…

why did you come too?”

Baili An looked at her pale, haggard face, feeling pained but restrained himself due to Li Jiujiu’s father’s presence.

He nodded, “Yes, I’ve already heard from Sect Master Li about your situation.

Don’t worry, we will figure this out together.

First, you need to focus on healing.”

The look in Li Xuan’s eyes became incredibly weird.

Fang Geyu raised her head, her little nose sniffing, “I sense the scent of an illicit affair.”

Li Jiujiu looked at her with cloudy mists in her eyes, raising her head to gaze at her incredibly pretty lips, pleading, “Please, be quiet for a while, and shut your mouth.”

Her words really could be life-threatening.