Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 137 - 137 136 Cursed Land

137: Chapter 136: Cursed Land 137: Chapter 136: Cursed Land Wen Hanwei’s eyes shone with a tranquil light.

Though she wasn’t skilled at showing the gentle gaze often expected of graceful women, at this moment, the slightly narrow eyes glittered with a warm hue.

She lifted her fingertips, touching the icy tusks inside his mouth slightly, and the corners of her lips quirked upward, “You’ve made some progress, at least.

I thought you’d call me Granny Wen again when you opened your mouth.”

Then, she glanced at Su Jing.

Although no trace of smugness appeared on her face, the brightness in her eyes made Su Jing feel exceptionally uncomfortable.

“Look, I won,” she said.

Su Jing stepped forward, her soft boots making a crisp sound as they pressed against the small stones, “But I never agreed to bet with you.”

Wen Hanwei’s amber halo in her eyes flickered with a gentle laugh, and she took a glance at Su Jing’s expression.

Although it seemed unchanged, Wen Hanwei, who knew her well, was certain that Su Jing no longer wished to kill him.

“A harmless corpse demon doesn’t deserve death.”

Su Jing looked at her, her eyes particularly icy, “That’s only true for you.”

Wen Hanwei gave her a long look and then made a gesture of conceding defeat, “Fine, if you want to kill him, then do it.

I won’t stop you.”

The sudden change in her tone made both Li Jiujiu and Fang Geyu’s faces turn pale.

Even Su Jing’s eyes flickered as if she couldn’t fathom what Wen Hanwei was thinking at that moment.

Fang Geyu immediately said, “Hey, hey, what’s the reason for saving someone only to abandon them halfway?”

Wen Hanwei looked at her, “Child’s matters are not for the elderly to meddle with.”

Fang Geyu’s face darkened immediately, furious at her dismissive comment.

Wen Hanwei returned the Glazed Umbrella she had been holding to the still-confused Baili An.

Propping up her upper body, she pushed him skillfully with her palms, sending him in Su Jing’s direction, “If you say that he means no harm to no one but me, well, try it yourself.”

Li Jiujiu thought that people from Taixuan Sect were truly odd in nature.

If you want to protect him, why would you foolishly push him towards Su Jing?

Su Jing was ruthless and impatient.

With this push, weren’t you giving her a perfect opportunity to act?

As expected, Su Jing didn’t move aside, and just when Li Jiujiu thought she’d erupt into flames and burn Baili An to ashes,

A bizarre scene unfolded once again.

Not dodging or moving,

She simply let Baili An crash directly into her body.

Baili An stumbled, feeling sour and in great pain after several tumbles, his head spinning violently.

He had no idea what was happening.

All he felt was crashing into a cold, soft body.

Deep inside, he feared he couldn’t hold up the umbrella.

While crashing, he suppressed the pain and shifted slightly, his arm reaching out, seeking to grasp something steady.

Thus, with a fluid series of movements, he ended up half-draped over Su Jing.

Fang Geyu had forgotten to wipe the fresh blood seeping from her neck.

Li Jiujiu was like a spirit strangled by a ghost, her pretty face twisted into a knot.

For a few breaths, the whole mountain seemed so silent that the sound of a needle dropping could be distinctly heard.

Baili An held the umbrella with one hand and encircled Su Jing’s body with the other, his eyes still a demonic red, his stomach empty and hungering.

For some reason, Su Jing remained standing, her gaze unswerving, her face as cold as a frost-covered magnolia, her expression unchanged, neither pushing him away nor accepting him.

Standing like a cold piece of wood,

As if truly wanting to test this corpse demon as Wen Hanwei had suggested.

Under Li Jiujiu’s rigid gaze, Baili An, like some canine animal, stretched his neck to sniff around Su Jing’s neck.

Fang Geyu pressed her forehead with one hand, “It’s over.”

Regardless of whether this guy could suppress the thirst for blood within him,

Considering Su Jing’s character, she would never tolerate such a rude sniff from a strange man.

Sure enough, in a flash, Su Jing’s deep eyes turned icy as the frost on a cold night.

However, this wasn’t the end.

After a brief sniff, Baili An pressed his lips to hers, lightly licking the porcelain-smooth, jade-like skin.

Wen Hanwei remained calm on the surface, only to let out a surprised “Ah.”

Li Jiujiu felt as if struck directly by Heavenly Tribulation, with only one thought left in her mind:

Nobody could save her little An now.

She saw Su Jing, whose skin had been licked, tense fiercely beneath her garment.

Li Jiujiu truly lacked the courage to look at Su Jing’s expression at that moment and simply bowed her head deeply, fixing her gaze on the pair of white soft boots on the ground.

With a voice close to tears, she said, “I’ll take my own life, please…

don’t kill him.

You want my life, please…

don’t kill him.”

Su Jing’s eyes were cold as stars, her extremely beautiful face shrouded in an endless frost.

Just when everyone thought she would rage, she shifted her gaze toward the mountains beyond.

Wen Hanwei frowned slightly, as if recalling something, “What are you trying to do?”

Su Jing spoke softly, “I remember, one hundred and fifty miles south of Feiyun Mountain, there is a valley, known to the world as the Mortal World’s forsaken land.”

Wen Hanwei had already stood up from the ground, clearly enraged, “You’re crazy!”

Su Jing returned the phrase to her, “Try and see.”

Thousands of Fire Lotuses bloomed at her feet, and before the Sword Intent surged, Su Jing encircled Baili An’s waist with her arm.

She smiled coldly, and the two of them instantly became a streak of urgent fire light, heading south.

One hundred and fifty miles, though far for a mortal, was but an instant for cultivators of their Realm.

Wen Hanwei cursed loudly, “Damn.”

This woman, she was serious!

She summoned her Yuxiao Sword, pinched the Sword technique, and flew in pursuit.

Li Jiujiu sat down on the ground in a daze, “Crazy, crazy!

Su Jing, that madwoman, that’s Chaotic Netherworld Valley!”

The still baffled Fang Geyu’s heart sank.

Chaotic Netherworld Valley?

That divine Cursed Land!

Throughout the valley were scorched earth and withered leaves; it was exceedingly difficult for living creatures to survive there.

Even Tree Demons could not live there because Chaotic Netherworld Valley was a place cursed by the gods, devoid of any light.

People in later generations, when capturing wicked and troublesome demons, would throw them into Chaotic Netherworld Valley.

What was more terrifying was that countless Death Spirits were sealed within.

No one dared enter, and no Death Spirit could break the seal to escape.

A weak corpse demon, thrown into this Chaotic Netherworld Valley,

Its fate…

was all too clear.

Fang Geyu’s eyes twinkled, “This Su Jing’s reputation for being relentless with evil and merciless with demons, is indeed well-deserved!

Today!

What an eye-opener!

These repulsive righteous people!”

When Wen Hanwei arrived above the Chaotic Netherworld Valley, she saw Su Jing pushing Baili An into the dark valley below.

His blood-stained body was engulfed by the darkness in less than half a breath.

Su Jing, in her white, clear clothes, stood in the sky below, not looking at the woman on the Sword Control who had chased after her.

She just looked coldly at the Glazed Umbrella in her hands and casually threw it into the darkness below.

Wen Hanwei felt a surge of rage rush to her head and lunged forward, grabbing Jing by the collar.

However, before she could utter a word of rebuke, Su Jing coldly shook off her hand and looked at her, saying,

“You’ve only recently emerged from seclusion, there are many things in this world you don’t know.

I won’t argue with you.

When you return to the sect, if you’re interested, look into the archives.”

The Yuxiao Sword behind Wen Hanwei trembled incessantly in its scabbard, affected by her intense emotions.

“I’m not in the mood for that right now!

An is my only friend!”

Su Jing slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes cold and merciless, “Then forget him.”

Wen Hanwei’s expression froze, her face blank for a moment.

Su Jing gave a cold smile, “Wen Hanwei, don’t be ridiculous.

What do you think he is to you?

I know that it’s hard for you to have a confidant, but is he truly your confidant?

‘Friend’ is such a pale and insipid word.

If one day he truly becomes the one you’ll stick by through life and death, the one you pledge your life to, then come and question me.”

Saying this, she rose on the bright Fire Lotus, her stance proudly solitary as she drifted away.

As she departed, her cool voice still carried on the wind, “Being one of the Taixuan Nine Classics, don’t be too naive!”

Wen Hanwei hovered in Sword Control between heaven and earth for a long time, her eyelids lowered deeply.

Until the winds and clouds changed colors, the sky suddenly darkened, black clouds spilled like ink, thunder roared, and a violent storm poured down.

Her drenched body slowly lifted her face, the rain soaked her black hair, ran down her brows, and dripped off her snow-white chin in streams.

Through the heavy rain curtain, she watched the white figure who had ridden away on the Fire Lotus and murmured with bitten lips, “Who is truly the naive one, Jing…”

To wear the Jade Rabbit Mask for two hundred years, never once removing it, and now accuse me of being naive.

…

…

Baili An’s consciousness shattered into a thousand pieces, his body icy and curled up in the muddy earth.

The relentless rain pounded on his worn body; his garment covered in mountain and river patterns was soiled by the mud-drenched land.

The Corpse Pearl beneath his chest had completely stopped operating and persisted in breaking apart, cracks spread all over it.

Feebly struggling in pain, his hand came in contact with something cold.

The Glazed Umbrella.

But sadly, the Glazed Umbrella could no longer save his life now.

For this was a dark place where even the fierce sun could not penetrate.

The blood washed away by the heavy rain flowed far away, attracting countless yin spirits and dead creatures.

Even though Baili An’s corpse demon’s form was filled with intense death energy,

Inside his Dantian, there was a Yin Yang Tao Fish slowly turning with a green light.

The feeble green light held the pure and righteous energy of the universe, able to maintain a gleam of light and a thread of life in this filthy place full of death and darkness.

The yin spirits’ desperate craving for life was no less intense than the innate bloodlust of a corpse demon plagued by evil for a hundred years.

In no time, the area was swarmed by densely packed Death Spirits.

Their overlapping souls looked even darker than the color of darkness.

Baili An painfully furrowed his brow, feeling that he had lost all his blood.

He became extremely cold.

Corpse demons naturally do not fear the cold, but the chilly air filling the valley seeped into his marrow and soul, making him continuously shiver, curling into a ball like an abandoned puppy.

Those greedy yin spirits extended their blood-red, ethereal tongues, attempting to lick at the blood in the mud.

But being immaterial, they couldn’t lick.

They clung close to Baili An, their eyes filled with a frightening madness, wanting to tear apart his soul and swallow it!

Yet for some reason, rather than seizing that tempting, sweet soul, they circled around, hesitant to strike, futilely lusting after the spilled blood on the ground as if fearing something deeply.

Yin spirits are silent beings.

In the whole secluded mountain valley, only the sound of rain falling continued.

No one knew how much time had passed when the subtle sound of boots pressing into wet sand stirred.

The dense yin spirits stilled for a moment, then their eyes burst with extreme madness as they viciously hurled themselves toward the newcomer.

Whoosh!

A sword light, bright as day and shocking to the common folk, flashed suddenly, freezing everything within the darkness.

The world seemed to be split into black and white, the white sword light like a sacred sun.

And under the terror of this sword light, thousands of Ghost Souls were cleansed, turned into ash!

A face of exceptional beauty and cold serenity was briefly illuminated in the revealing sword light before being enveloped by darkness.