Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 136 - 136 135 Wen

136: Chapter 135: Wen…

Sister_2 136: Chapter 135: Wen…

Sister_2 There were even powerful, ancient purebred corpse demons that could kill immortals and gods in the blink of an eye.

Compared to demons, perhaps there might be a glimmer of life in the hands of some kind-hearted cultivators.

But the corpse demon…

was unquestionably an entity that must be eliminated.

Not to mention receiving such kind treatment from a disciple of the Taixuan Sect.

Although Li Jiujiu had never seen this white-robed, sword-bearing woman before, the name ‘Wen Hanwei’ was by no means unfamiliar to her.

Taixuan Ninth Classic, the Scripture of the Emotion Slayer Sword, Wen Hanwei!

A rare, pure sword cultivator of the current age, her Sword Cultivation Scripture carried a profound sense of ancient Buddha.

During her years of seclusion, she had successfully transcended her tribulation and broken through a hundred years ago, and then continued to seclude herself for another century, cultivating the Sword Heart Spirit Path.

It was rumored that in comprehending the Sword Dao, she was in no way inferior to the Tianxi Sword Sect, which specialized in the Sword Dao, and she was a rare Sword Dao genius of the current era.

Even the fourth-ranked Snow Sword of Tianxi had been fixated on her, hoping to test the sharpness of her Yuxiao Sword when she emerged from her cultivation seclusion!

Compared to the other reclusive Eight Classics, this youngest Ninth Classic was even more secluded from the world, dedicating herself to honing her sword heart and perceiving the Yuxiao Sword Intent in the secluded garden ten miles deep in Lin Yuan of Nanze Mountain.

Even the disciples of Taixuan Sect rarely had the chance to see her.

Yet now, she appeared on Feiyun Mountain, holding in her arms the man that belonged to Li Jiujiu?

She was genuinely a bit confused.

The blood stained on the tip of the Emotion Slayer Sword gradually faded away and dissipated into nothingness.

Su Jing’s sword tip rested diagonally on the ground as she watched Wen Hanwei protect the little corpse demon in every possible way.

Her eyes grew even colder, but the Sword Intent swirling around the sword tip gradually dissipated.

Her ink-black hair danced in the mountain wind as she spoke indifferently, “Su Guanhai once said that corpse demons are evil dead spirits that should not exist in this world, and if seen, one should not inquire about karma or past lives, but cut them down with a sword.”

Su Guanhai was, in fact, the Master of Taixuan, one of the three famous millennium-old Immortals in the world.

Wen Hanwei shook her head slightly, her gaze towards Su Jing not retreating or compromising in the slightest.

Her expression became even more displeased, and even…

filled with a hint of anger, “Whether he is a corpse demon or not is unimportant, what matters is that he is my only friend.”

Li Jiujiu’s expression went through unpredictable changes, and she suddenly remembered a phrase from Fang Geyu that night: There’s something fishy!

Wen Hanwei’s slender eyes gradually relaxed, carrying a bit of mockery, “Moreover, when have you, Su Jing, ever truly listened to the Sect Master’s words?

How come today, the Sect Master’s orders have become your reason for killing?”

After remaining silent for a while, Su Jing finally, under Wen Hanwei’s relaxed gaze, slowly sheathed her Emotion Slayer Sword.

She glanced at Li Jiujiu coldly, the chilly enmity just as strong as when they first met in the tavern, yet she spoke slowly, “As the daughter of Lihe Sect, I can spare you.”

Li Jiujiu and Fang Geyu were completely stunned.

Hadn’t you made all this ruckus today just to kill her?

Why suddenly decide not to kill now?

Before everyone could relax, they heard her tone drop three degrees colder, “But this corpse demon must not be spared.”

Su Jing’s gaze was fixed on Wen Hanwei’s arms, where the unconscious youth lay, her obsidian-like eyes gleaming with a cold light, as if she were extremely repulsed by Wen Hanwei’s protection of the young corpse demon.

“Two hundred years of seclusion, though you’ve cultivated Sword Heart Clarity, that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s for the best.”

Wen Hanwei was taken aback, a hint of inexplicable surprise in her eyes, “You’ve noticed?” Her long, narrow eyes then narrowed sharply, carrying deep anger.

“If you’ve seen it, why still…”

“Hand him over to me,” Su Jing interrupted coldly, “Keeping him by your side is not a good thing.”

Speaking, her gaze seemed mockingly fixed on Wen Hanwei’s arms, where the youth, whose consciousness had scattered, turning into a blood-thirsty desire, slowly opened his crimson eyes.

He stared straight at Wen Hanwei’s pale neck, his Adam’s apple moving painfully.

His hands reached out in unison, gripping her shoulders tightly, and his pale tusks moved closer to her neck.

A faint smile crept up the corner of Su Jing’s lips, “See, even his eyes have turned red.

Are you sure he’s still your friend?”

Wen Hanwei only felt the cool touch of lips against her neck, seemingly seeking the right spot to bite.

The cold tusks grazed her snow-white skin, and from a distance, they looked like a pair of lovers who protected each other and were reunited after a long separation.

Unconcerned about the sensation on her neck, Wen Hanwei’s expression did not change, not caring whether he would bite down the next moment, his tusks piercing her throat, transmitting the Corpse Poison into her body.

With a slight smile on her lips, her cool temperament seemed to fade a bit in this gentle smile, adding a touch of indulgence.

“Well, let’s see if my only friend will succumb to his desires and feed on my blood.”

Su Jing narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone still calm as if narrating indifferently, “You’re insane.”

“No, I’m very calm.”

Wen Hanwei gave a shallow smile, small dimples appearing on her cheeks, and released her hold on Baili An’s shoulders.

Her hand slowly moved up, gently pressing his head down to her snow-white neck with a tender motion.

The tusks seeking a vein instantly pierced through the snow-white skin, and several drops of crimson blood rolled into Baili An’s mouth.

The pure fragrance of the blood of someone who had transcended tribulation caused his eyes to suddenly blaze with crimson light, and a low, unintelligible roar emerged from deep within his throat.

His ten fingers dug deeply into her soft flesh as his uncontrollable arms violently pushed Wen Hanwei, who offered no resistance, pressing her heavily into the dirt of the mountain.

A woman of Taixuan Nine Classics, a rare talent renowned in the Eight Desolates, was easily overpowered by a little corpse demon who had just awakened a few months ago.

Li Jiujiu was dumbfounded!

Fang Geyu casually wiped the blood from his neck with his sleeve, calmed down, and even whistled lightly, “This is going to be a good show.”

Could the mountain father predict the future?

To have chosen such an interesting little…

corpse demon to take over the position of the new mountain master.

Suddenly, Fang Geyu remembered the pomegranate juice that Lin Yuan brought to Si Chen every day.

She ground her teeth in secret.

So Lin Yuan had known all along that he was a corpse demon, yet she kept it a secret and didn’t report it.

She truly deserved a spanking.

Su Jing’s brows furrowed slightly, looking at the white-robed woman beneath the corpse demon, her face slightly displeased.

“Corpse Poison is the hardest to remove, and even if you are at the stage of transcending tribulation, once the poison enters the body, I’m afraid it will take ten years to expel it.”

Wen Hanwei raised her eyebrows slightly, not forgetting to prop open her Glazed Umbrella to shade him from the harsh sun.

Her slender eyes rose with a hint of provocation, “Let’s have a try.”

Stung by that provocative gaze, Su Jing’s normally calm obsidian eyes began to show dangerous sparks.

But in the end, she didn’t say anything else, watching them quietly as if she too wanted to see if the corpse demon could suppress his bloodthirsty nature in his severely weakened and confused state of mind.

Wen Hanwei, with a weary expression, withdrew her gaze, patting the pale neck of Baili An as her hand gently lifted.

It seemed like a comforting pat on his head, “I’m sorry, I always thought that you didn’t come to see me in the secluded garden for two hundred years because you had forgotten me, your friend, but I never expected that you had become like this.

As a friend, I underestimated your troubles, neglected your worries, only taught you the Emotion Slayer Sword technique, the Taixuan Cultivation Technique, I was happy to have you by my side but never thought to understand your story, my mistake, my fault…”

She said, smiling slightly, “But, it’s really good to encounter you here today.”

As she spoke, the dangerous sound from Baili An’s throat continued to roll out from his lips, his mouth already opened wide, about to take a bite.

Suddenly…

A familiar scent of cold bamboo faintly emerged from Xue Ying’s skin, wafting through the thin clothes to Baili An’s nose.

A distant, clear memory cracked open in his chaotic consciousness.

He halted the movement of his mouth, and his crimson eyes trembled wildly within their sockets.

While the lingering pure fragrance of her blood remained between his lips and teeth, every ounce of his skin and bones screamed in agony, urging him to feed!

But looking at the blurry face before him, he seemed to see babbling streams, a woman dancing with a sword among the leaves of bamboo.

The sword’s clear ringing was pleasant to the ears, the wind brushed through the grass, birds sang, insects chirped, it all seemed so close, yet in a blink, it felt so far away.

Baili An’s head throbbed with pain, as if ready to burst, his hands anguished as he held what felt like an exploding head, and he slowly pushed her away, struggling to breathe, his chest heaving violently.

He sat above the woman’s soft waist, his mind a blank, but when he opened his mouth, a distant and familiar title echoed within the mountains and forests.

“Wen…

Sister…”