Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 132 - 132 132 The Unreasonable Woman

132: Chapter 132: The Unreasonable Woman 132: Chapter 132: The Unreasonable Woman The heavens were clear, and under the nascent sunlight, a faint amber glow refracted.

The light converged into an astonishing Sword Intent, faint yet inherently carrying a sliver of ancient Buddha’s true meaning, silently plunging into the earth and then a sharp, hissing sound cleaved a terrifyingly deep ravine into the wilderness.

Light dust erupted, and the Sword Intent’s movement didn’t cease, sweeping lightly past beneath the soft boots of Su Jing.

The Karma Fire Red Lotus, which even the Nine Nethers could not extinguish, was sliced and extinguished into tiny sparks by this single sword stroke.

The somber hue between heaven and earth was cleansed away by the westward thrust of the sword, revealing a clear and brilliant sky.

A woman in white arrived riding a sword, like a Heavenly Immortal descending to earth, her sword beneath her feet trembling out a dazzling Star River.

Ye Lian’s beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, a look of surprise flickering in her eyes as she watched the lingering Sword Intent in the deep ravine on the ground.

“Wen Hanwei, weren’t you in seclusion cultivating your sword heart?

How come you have time to join in the excitement at Xihai City?”

Ye Lian watched the white-dressed woman approaching from afar with a gentle, smiling face.

This woman in white bore an ancient black sword sheath on her back, her white robe exactly like the one Ye Lian wore.

Yet, compared to Ye Lian’s soft, apricot-blossom eyes that drooped like spring rain, this woman’s eyes were slightly narrower and colder.

Perhaps due to her dedication to the sword scriptures, her overall aura carried an added edge of Sword Intent.

Wen Hanwei alighted into the courtyard on her Yuxiao Divine Sword, which she sheathed behind her back with a light touch of her sword finger.

With a faint glance, she swept her eyes over Su Jing, and for some obscure reason, a few crimson flecks of blood tainted her fair cheeks, making her eyes seem even paler.

Her lips, blooming like cherry blossoms, pursed into a beautiful crescent, and she slowly began to speak in an ethereal voice, “Two hundred years have passed, you seem to have changed quite a bit.”

Su Jing, without shifting her gaze, seemed even colder in her frosty demeanor.

“Really?

Wen Hanwei, you’ve been in seclusion for two hundred years and haven’t changed a bit.”

Ye Lian blinked lightly, looking at her long-unseen junior Sister in surprise.

“It seems your Fanyin sword heart has truly matured, which is certainly cause for celebration.

But what about the blood on your face, what happened there?”

Though Wen Hanwei was typically cold, she maintained a respectful politeness towards her senior Sister, and she bowed slightly: “Hanwei pays respect to Seventh Senior Sister.”

As she stood back up, her eyes, clear as amber, fixated on Ye Lian, and she seriously said,

“Hanwei left her seclusion seven days ago and learned that Eighth Brother’s Life Plate was slightly cracked.

The Sect Master ordered me to take his Life Plate and seek help.

The issue of the Alcohol Demon wreaking havoc in Xihai City, I’ve detailed in the letter to Senior Sister.

The Alcohol Demon hid within the premier Daughter’s Red being sent to the Daze Palace, planning to possess the Daze Empress.

Eighth Brother intercepted him en route and uncovered the true identity of the Alcohol Demon.”

Ye Lian’s gentle face finally cracked, her clear eyes instantly darkening.

“Jiachen’s Life Plate is cracked?

How could this be?

Unless his soul was severely wounded, the Life Plate wouldn’t crack for no reason.

A mere remnant of the Demon Sect’s Alcohol Demon, how could it hurt him?”

Wen Hanwei’s tone also became deep and solemn, as she watched Ye Lian’s increasingly dangerous eyes, “What if I said…

it was the Demon Sect’s Six Rivers emerging?”

Ye Lian’s pupils abruptly narrowed to pinpoints!

Her expression turned extremely grim: “We cannot delay here any longer; we must inform Tianxi and Cangwu as quickly as possible!”

As she spoke, she looked towards Su Jing, only to find her still standing far away, her quiet demeanor and cold aura already making everything clear.

Ye Lian frowned: “At a time like this…”

Wen Hanwei also turned to look at her, her tone mild yet cool: “Although I said you have changed a lot, your temperament really hasn’t; it’s exactly like it was two hundred years ago, so murderous, who are you planning to trouble this time?”

Su Jing gave her a cold glance, her tone increasingly dangerous: “Are you trying to stop me?”

Wen Hanwei shifted her gaze away, sensing that a few centuries of separation had made it difficult to communicate with this person, her focus returning to Ye Lian: “From the look of it, it’s not just about causing trouble; it’s about killing.”

Ye Lian was extremely troubled: “I’ve been with her for ten days without persuading her; I’m really worried about Jiachen now.”

Wen Hanwei nodded: “The Sect Master ordered me to escort you two back; with the emergence of the Six Rivers, the primary targets are the Tianxi Thirteen Swords, the Cangwu Ten Hidden Palaces, and…

our Taixuan Nine Classics.”

“I need to go to Feiyun Mountain,” Su Jing caressed a fracture on the Jade Rabbit Mask, her eyes as dark as night.

She needed to kill her intended target.

Wen Hanwei always knew her to be stubborn, but hadn’t anticipated that two hundred years of separation would turn stubbornness into obsession.

Her eyes slightly narrowed, her eyebrows furrowing: “This mask…”

Su Jing glanced at her sharply, remaining silent.

Wen Hanwei revealed a look of realization, then sternly said: “This mask is quite common in Guangmeng City.”

Su Jing’s fingers beneath her sleeve twitched, soon curling tightly, her voice rough for a moment: “It’s different.”

Wen Hanwei said: “Don’t be stubborn, let me go to Bai Tuo Mountain for you, to find that person and have him buy another one in Guangmeng City for you.”

Ye Lian looked slightly bemused: “Wen Hanwei, don’t you know yet?”

Wen Hanwei was startled: “What should I know?”

All she knew was that on the day she went into seclusion, she heard that Su Jing’s marriage to that person had not concluded, but beyond that…

Ye Lian gently tugged at her sleeve, whispering, “That person is no longer in Tianxi…”

Wen Hanwei: “…”

Su Jing slowly closed her eyes, her white garments as frosty and desolate as the cold.

Wen Hanwei was astonished: “Could it be he returned to the Central Netherworld?”

Ye Lian gave a bitter smile: “That’s what everyone says.”

Wen Hanwei frowned: “No wonder this person has become what she is now.

Well, if Seventh Senior Sister is truly worried about Eighth Brother, then please, Senior Sister, return to Nanze Mountain alone?

I’ll stay with her.”

Ye Lian looked at her kindly, thinking that was a good idea.

After all, on the entire Nanze Mountain, there were very few who could truly reach into Jing’s heart, although it seemed that the relationship between Ninth Junior Sister and Jing was not very harmonious.

But at least before the Ninth Junior Sister went into seclusion, she and Jing had been friends.

Having her by Jing’s side was indeed more fitting than herself.

“In that case, thank you, Ninth Junior Sister.”

Ye Lian saw a swirl of sand and fallen leaves rise before her, and when the sand had settled and the leaves were silent, her figure had vanished.

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Feiyun Mountain, a dense forest and secluded valley, peaks rising abruptly, occasionally visible was the misty Spiritual Energy rising from the deep mountain springs into the thin fog.

Wen Hanwei, not using her sword this time, stood shoulder to shoulder with Su Jing high above the mountain peak, looking down at the tiny lives below.

“I know you’re upset about your mask being destroyed, but after all, that young girl is not a thoroughly wicked villain.

How about you just reprimand her and leave it at that?” Wen Hanwei slowly said.

Su Jing glanced at the ancient sword strapped to her back: “If someone broke your Yuxiao Sword right now, would you simply let it go with a minor lecturing?”

Wen Hanwei’s expression turned displeased: “I’ve found you’re really becoming more and more unreasonable.”