Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 131 - 131 131 Going Up the Mountain

131: Chapter 131: Going Up the Mountain 131: Chapter 131: Going Up the Mountain “Su Jing is at the Chengling Realm,” mused the Cultivator.

“With such power, he could rival an uninjured Jin Sheng at his peak.

It seems my newly forged Mecha warriors are no match for him either.

I’ll have to find another way.”

“Jin Sheng?” Li Xuan’s face twitched, wondering why this youngster would bring up the name of the great Thirteen Swords at this time.

Fang Geyu scoffed lightly, her eyes sparkling with sarcasm as though they could speak for themselves.

“That pile of scrap metal hoards the name of the Thirteen Swords, but what’s the use?

Even at his peak, unleauged by countless underhanded attacks, I bet if he faced Su Jing, within ten breaths, he would definitely be lying down on his way out.”

“That strong?” Even the usually composed Baili An was somewhat shocked.

He had witnessed the might of Jin Sheng’s Yuanli Sword.

A mere scratch from the Yuanli Heavenly Tribulation could cause a Cultivator’s flesh to crumble and scatter.

He couldn’t help but smile wryly, “So, even if I were to borrow the Yuanli Sword from Jin Sheng, it would be useless.”

He had thought of rushing back to the Mountain Realm through the night to borrow the sword from Jin Sheng, to draw out the Heavenly Thunder with it and momentarily repel that person.

Fang Geyu let out a cold laugh, thinking he was far too naive.

“Given your relationship with that piece of scrap metal, he might easily lend you the sword.

But what then?

Once the Yuanli Sword has acknowledged its master, no third person in this world could pull it out again, and even if by some miracle you did manage to pull out the Yuanli Sword and summon the Nine Heavens Heavenly Tribulation, Su Jing wouldn’t be afraid of it.”

Li Xuan couldn’t restrain himself and raised his hand again, his face a mix of shock and disbelief, “Wait, this young brother knows the great Tianxi Thirteen Swords, and from the sound of it, is quite familiar with him?”

Li Jiujiu was equally dumbfounded.

What kind of incredible encounters had little An experienced in the past few months?

Not only did he meet Fang Geyu, but he also had the fortune to acquaint himself with the legendary Thirteen Swords?

Fang Geyu glanced at Li Jiujiu, well aware that a person like Li Xuan would have high standards for the background and power of a prospective son-in-law.

Si Chen was not bad, and she didn’t want the old man to make things too difficult for him and Jiujiu.

With a thought, she pretended to speak casually, “Oh, that piece of scrap metal Jin Sheng?

He’s just a little brother that Si Chen recently took under his wing.

Right now, he’s helping him guard the mountains and house.”

Li Xuan was baffled, “Miss Fang, let’s not make jokes about Tianxi.”

Fang Geyu looked at him coolly, “Would someone from Shifang City make such a joke frivolously?”

Li Xuan’s heart skipped a beat, feeling that the world had become increasingly abnormal.

Fang Geyu suddenly said, “I want to take Jiujiu back to Shifang City.”

Li Xuan’s eyes lit up immediately.

“No!” Li Jiujiu immediately objected, “If I go back to Shifang City with you, wouldn’t I just be troubling you?

Your father and brothers may adore you, but you’re still the young City Lord of Shifang City.

You can’t offend the Taixuan Sect just for an outsider like me.”

Fang Geyu narrowed her lovely eyes, “Everyone fears Su Jing, I do not.”

Li Jiujiu slowly lowered her head, “But I am scared…

Su Jing is determined to have me dead, and no one can stop her.

Shifang City might protect me for a while, but not forever.

Fang Geyu, I’m already so grateful that you came today, but I really can’t drag you into this.

After all, you have your own difficulties.”

Fang Geyu’s narrowed eyes relaxed, her soft eyelashes appeared gentle and soft, but a fierce glint unexpectedly started surfacing between her brows, belying her age.

“What difficulty could I possibly have?

In this world, shouldn’t I be the very last person to have any difficulty?”

Li Jiujiu knew she had touched on emotions that should not be disturbed, her face slightly paled.

She pouted, feeling somewhat wronged, “Regardless, I will not go to Shifang City with you.

If you force me, I’ll just knock myself dead right here.”

Fang Geyu coldly looked at her, “What a blockhead!”

Baili An chose not to join this insoluble conversation, pondering alone for a long while and calculating quietly in his heart.

Noticing his demeanor, Fang Geyu’s eyes flickered with intrigue, “Hey, what are you scheming now?”

Baili An looked up with a smile, “Sect Master Li, could you draw a map of the Feiyun Mountain terrain for me?”

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Seven days went by in the blink of an eye.

In the desolate backyard of the Zhang Family, amidst the grand Array Light, a woman in white slowly opened her cool, night-like eyes.

On the distant horizon, the sky gradually revealed streaks of pale golden colors, as dawn crept in like a sword shattering the night; the world’s first rays of sunlight sprinkled through the yellowing leaves of the desolate courtyard.

Outside of the light array, Ye Lian, resigned, propped up her chin and yawned lazily.

Soon, in the courtyard, whether it was the rising dawn light or the mysterious Array Light from the Qianji Rod, both were consumed by the blazing Karma Fire of a blossoming Red Lotus.

With a snap, the Qianji Rod standing on the ground broke in two amidst the gentle wind and flame, lying desolate on the ground, no longer able to release its wondrous power.

White soft boots crunched over the fallen leaves and finally crushed the Qianji Rod into the dust.

The colorless clothing brushed lightly in the wind, and beneath the mask, her eyes were as cold as a Cold Spring.

Even though she was enveloped in fiery aura, her gaze was as if sealed within millennia-old ice.

She gently flicked her sleeve, brushing off the crimson flame sparks from her clothes, as if casually destroying an Immortal Artifact was nothing out of ordinary.

Backlit in white, she stood still for a long while, her ethereal silhouette elongated by the slanting morning light.

It was as if she had existed there for thousands of years, rendering an aura of helpless solitude.

Ye Lian finally felt something was amiss; she straightened up and stared at that silhouette, softly calling out, “Jing…”

Su Jing slightly turned her eyes, revealing a perfect, but unhealthy pale jawline beneath the shattered mask, as if it were a precious porcelain jade piece.

Her thin lips pursed lightly, the edges sharp with coldness, “Go up the mountain.”

Ye Lian rubbed her head with some annoyance, “Does it have to be this way?

One mask for one life, it’s not worth it.”

Beneath the Jade Rabbit mask, her long eyelashes quivered slightly.

Her voice was as cold as the night-blooming Epiphyllum, even with light around, still chillingly cold, “What’s truly worth it in this world?

In killing, it’s all about following one’s true heart.”

Ye Lian’s eyes softened, “That young girl is an innocent caught in the middle, and you know…”

Su Jing knew, but she did not falter, her black jade-like eyes gazing towards Feiyun Mountain in the distance, as though she was seeking affirmation of something deep within.

“In this world, there are many innocent people.”

“But innocence doesn’t mean I can’t kill her.”

As the white boot left the broken Qianji Rod, a Red Lotus bloomed fervently beneath her feet.