Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 139 - 139 138 Sword in the Dark

139: 138: Sword in the Dark 139: 138: Sword in the Dark He was about to speak when suddenly his nose caught a whiff of an ethereal fragrance, extremely aggressive, numbing most of Baili An’s consciousness in an instant.

His body weakly fell back onto the barren rock, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Suddenly, something cold touched his lips, covered by something soft.

Baili An felt as if his heart, which had long ceased to beat, was about to burst.

What was stranger was that without any drugs inducing him, he found himself not at all disgusted by the kiss.

The salty rainwater and fresh blood tangled in his mouth for a while before the lips, carrying a lingering fragrance, left him.

Yet the woman did not distance herself from him.

Because that warm breath was close at hand, fluttering around his nose.

“Remember the taste of this blood, remember me…”

Oddly enough, though she was unwilling to tell him her name, she insisted domineeringly that he remember her.

Baili An curved his lips into a bitter smile, only to see the woman standing up.

Thinking she was leaving and wanting to stand himself, the fragrant smell, intense as a seductive scent, made his limbs weak, and a heavy, intense tiredness washed over him like a tide.

He could only weakly lift his hand, grabbing her arm powerlessly.

“Snap…”

A small object fell from her sleeve into Baili An’s embrace.

“You haven’t slept for too long, have a good rest, don’t worry, I will stay by your side tonight, and will not go anywhere.”

In the end, the hand holding that arm could not resist the sleep and weakly slipped down.

As darkness fell, the clear and cold voice beside his ear became somewhat blurred and distant, yet it exceptionally conveyed a sense of security: “I will be with you, this time, you won’t be alone.”

All was silent, with quietness all around.

He did not know how much time had passed when the icy feeling inside his body gradually subsided, and the slowly flowing blood in his body seemed to add something different to his empty, desolate physique.

The Corpse Pearl slowly operated, casting a thin shade of scarlet.

The faint yet lingering warmth in his chest drew Baili An out of unconsciousness.

Opening his eyes, he found himself still leaning against a massive barren rock.

The world was bleak, the barren wilderness devoid of light, filled with a cursed aura.

In this part of the world, even the corpse demon adapted to the darkness could hardly see.

He instinctively reached for the Autumnwater Sword, but something cold rolled into his palm.

Baili An paused slightly.

It was not a dream.

This object was something the mysterious woman had left behind from her sleeve last night.

He absentmindedly touched his lips, momentarily bewildered.

The object in his palm was cold, smooth, and slightly exploring, it appeared to be a half-foot-long Jade Flute with tassels hanging from it.

Although he could not see at the moment, just feeling it with his hands allowed him to know the delicacy and exquisiteness of the Jade Flute.

Clearly, it belonged to the woman.

Baili An pressed the flute with his fingers, lifting it instinctively to his lips, and relying on distant and vague memories, he blew a tranquil and melodious tune.

The sound of the flute was clear and lingering, exceedingly pleasant to the ears.

“So, you still remember this piece,” a sharp and clear voice rang out from the darkness.

Baili An was startled, the sound of the flute stopping as he looked toward the direction of the voice in the darkness.

Sword chime echoed, a sharp sword light piercing the darkness, and wild beast-like wails of dying Fierce Ghosts sounded through the area.

The sword light soared into the sky, tearing open a huge gash in the black clouds above the valley.

The faint morning light not yet invaded by darkness sprinkled down in Chaotic Netherworld Valley, quickly being enveloped by the valley’s curse-laden black mist, leaving only a few fireflies dancing up and down.

Within the halo of thick fog, against the backdrop of a not very clear far mountain profile, floating light spots sketched out the features as clear as jade and bones.

Graceful eyelashes intertwined appeared above amber-colored eyes, tiny light spots falling into her eyes, making them shine like the first sparkling stars in the Mortal World, rendering her eyes brilliantly spectacular.

Dressed in white, her simple appearance still struck one deeply.

Baili An’s wide-open eyes slightly narrowed, not just because the woman before him was exceptionally beautiful.

But also because of the surroundings, with corpses floating everywhere, the bright red blood covering the wilderness, resentful ghost corpses on the ground, and amidst the wild grass, the terrifying corpse of an Evil Python were seen, the python’s head lying in a pool of blood, its body cut into pieces.

Clearly, this piece of darkness, cursed with living beings, had all been exterminated by the woman with the sword during a moment of aiding the way.

Although the yin evil beings were dead, the faint aura emanating from the corpses still made Baili An’s heart tremble.

Every single monster’s corpse lying on the ground, in the outside world, was an extremely evil and hard-to-exterminate creature, among them the weakest one might also possess a realm comparable to human cultivators.

And that Evil Python, whose aura of evil energy was the strongest, was even exuding the aura of the Chengling realm.

Had it absorbed enough evil energy from this realm and evolved successfully, it would have transcended disasters to become an Evil Demon, a presence even millennia-old Immortals would find troublesome.

But this woman in white had swept all the evil and yin creatures within ten miles clean in one night.

How powerful she was!

Baili An was shocked, his voice hoarse as he looked at the woman, muttering, “Wen…

Sister.”

A splitting headache emerged, as if some important memory wanted to break through but was tightly suppressed by a solid rock.

This cold, white-dressed woman was none other than Wen Hanwei, from the ninth of the Taixuan, the Brahma sword scripture.

Her sword-holding hand was steady, bright blood drops still dripping from the shimmering sword tip.

Around her within ten miles was a scene of blood, yet she stood in her plain white clothes, as pristine as a snow lotus born from a bloody pool on her own.

Snow-white boots stepped over the pooled blood on the ground as she walked toward Baili An, her sleeves fluttering as if a banished immortal.

With a slight flick of her wrist, the sword transformed into an extremely brilliant sword light!

Baili An suddenly felt a sharp pain in the corner of his eye, a bright sword edge reflecting between his eyes.

He barely had time to instinctively close his eyes before he heard the sound of a blade slicing through flesh by his ear.

Immediately after, a hot liquid splashed on his cheeks, wet hair clung to his face.

Along with it, a strong, pungent scent of blood dispersed.

Baili An’s pupils contracted rapidly but soon calmed down, as he looked sideways at the cold sword tip reflecting his eyes, the sword tip driven an inch into a barren rock, pinning down an extremely eerie Evil Spirit.

That Evil Spirit had no body, just a green, gloomy eye.

Around Baili An, within three feet, not a single Evil Spirit’s body or a drop of fresh blood could be seen.

Yet it was such an insignificant little thing that had almost silently approached.

That green eye even grew a flesh-colored tentacle, which had almost reached his ear.

And at that moment, Xue Han’s sword tip had already pierced through that eerie Evil Spirit’s eye, the green slime-covered tentacle also drooping lifelessly, devoid of any vitality.

That blood was extremely foul-smelling, and Baili An glanced sideways twice, feeling that the sword, like its owner, was clear and beautiful, the sword edge like a snowy sea, clearly a top-grade treasure sword of the Immortal Sect.