Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 155 - 155 154 Xing Wu in the Demon World

155: Chapter 154: Xing Wu in the Demon World 155: Chapter 154: Xing Wu in the Demon World Sikong appeared utterly confused, “No…

no…

you can actually see it?

How is that possible?”

Baili An said, “I can see it, and very clearly at that.”

Startled, Sikong took a harsh step back.

Baili An took a deep breath and said, “I’ll pull out that sword for you, granting you freedom.

In exchange, you’ll let the two of us go.”

Even as an ancient and magnificent existence among the corpse demons, Sikong managed to quell the thrumming madness within himself in an extraordinarily short time upon hearing such stunning words.

He gracefully lifted both arms, and the bloody rain dispersed under the vast sky.

And the white bone ash drifting in the air, as if fulfilling some sort of mission, fell to the earth like dead ashes.

He smiled decisively, “The contract is established.”

Baili An quickly removed his robe, carefully gathered all the bone ashes within, and wrapped them up.

However, Wen Hanwen said, “You mustn’t.”

As soon as Baili An mentioned seeing a sword stuck in his heart, she had guessed the man’s identity.

If such a demon were allowed to roam free, chaos would surely befall the Mortal World!

As the ninth disciple of the Taixuan, she absolutely could not allow such things to unfold before her very eyes.

Sikong smiled at Baili An, “Your woman seems disobedient, shall I kill her for you?”

Baili stood up, positioning himself in front of Wen Hanwei, then seriously said to Sikong, “The Corpse Demon Clan seems to value contracts highly.

With that in mind, let’s add another condition to our agreement.

I’ll grant you freedom, but you must promise me not to engage in actions that disrupt the Mortal World order, not to harm the innocent, not to feed on humans for your sanguine desires.

If you agree to this, from this day forward, you will be free.”

This time, Wen Hanwei held her silence.

Sikong, stroking his sleek chin, looked at him with a half-smile, “Freedom is indeed precious, but for such a noble being as myself, I’m truly not fond of being bound by so many conditions.

Perhaps instead…”

Baili An didn’t wait for Sikong’s alternative, pulling out a small silver sword and placing it against his own chest.

“This matter is a request I am making to you, not a peaceful negotiation.

If you don’t agree, then you will stay here forever.”

He stepped forward and suddenly laughed, “I’ll accompany you.”

Through the countless long years Sikong had lived, never had he seen such a weak yet proudly arrogant soul.

Watching this delicate and pale youth walk into his darkness.

He must have met his death at a tender age, his young bones not fully grown, the hand holding the sword to his heart so fragile and breakable.

Yet even so, Sikong felt a weak and young demon was penetrating his world.

Helplessly, he lifted his right hand, with a vivid bloodline splitting his palm open, blood overflowing to form a pattern of a blood pupil.

Sikong solemnly vowed, “I accept your conditions.”

As his voice faded, the blood in his palm darkened rapidly and then merged into the crimson fissure, the wound healing swiftly until it vanished from sight.

But the oath of the contract had already fused into his body, never to be betrayed.

Only then did Baili An lower the small sword, now just three steps away from Sikong, and nodded slightly, “My apologies.”

Seeing him maintain such proper decorum like an elderly gentleman adherent to Mortal World customs, Sikong couldn’t help but smile.

“Being able to see and being able to pull it out are two different matters.

If you fail to draw this sword, you should be prepared to pay a very painful price.”

Baili An’s hand reached his chest, gripping the hilt of the punishment sword that was invisible and untouchable to others.

Looking into Sikong’s eyes, with a complex emotion, he said, “Perhaps the possibility you mention is quite high, but we won’t know unless we try, right?”

He might have said that, but Baili An had a feeling and confidence from somewhere within himself that he was the most suitable to pull out the sword.

Or perhaps the sword stuck in Sikong’s chest seemed to be waiting in the shadows for him to come and draw it.

Without any resistance, his wrist moved, and countless golden glows whirled underneath his palm, converging into the shape of a sword.

Baili An did not hesitate, feeling the cool touch of the sword hilt beneath his palm, he yanked it out with force.

The sword left the body.

Immediately after, the sword in his palm fractured into countless spark-like lights and dispersed.

Sikong clutched his chest, showing an incredulous expression.

Sensing the once lost power awakening within the depths of his body.

If his name is a taboo in the Mortal World,

then this youth, touching the Immortal Venerable’s sword of consecration with the body of a corpse demon, was surely a gross irreverence to the gods of heaven and earth!

Yet, tranquility lasted in the divine abode above, as if the great Immortal Venerable lay in restful slumber.

Baili An, rubbing the center of his forehead wearily, said, “After all this, not only you but even I myself am quite interested in my own identity.”

The joy of revival and freedom from millennia of solitary confinement was definitely supreme above all else.

Sikong’s typically cold demeanor couldn’t help but be tinged with a bit of brilliance.

He smiled meaningfully at Baili An, “As promised, once you pass the throne behind me, you’ll reach the Mortal World.

Go on, leave.”

Seeing him in no hurry to depart, Baili An was taken aback, “Aren’t you going?”

Sikong, stretching his long body, said, “The Mortal World has changed tremendously during my long imprisonment; it’s no longer the one I knew.

Although I am noble, mighty, and unparalleled in beauty, it would be a disservice to my hard-won freedom to emerge in such an incomplete state.”

Baili An remained silent for a moment, seemingly struggling, but finally spoke, “Your Excellency Sikong, there is something I do not understand.

Could you enlighten me?”

Sikong, with his shrewd mind, could see right through him, lifting his eyelids elegantly, “You want to know whose skeleton that is?”

“Uh-huh.”

With a malicious smile, Sikong replied, “It truly saddens me to the point of tears.

He was my lifelong friend.

I made a promise to him not to disclose his name to the world again.

As his loyal friend, I wish for him to rest in eternal peace.”

Lies.

That was Baili An’s first thought.

No doubt this person was nasty-tempered.

If they really were close friends, why would the white bones be left in the barren sands, the ground uncovered, no tombstone erected?

And why had he been so ruthlessly decisive earlier, leaving no quarter?

He simply didn’t wish to answer and was content to watch Baili An suffer in his dilemma.

At that moment, Wen Hanwei toyed with a ring, “Demon Prison Xing Wu, the name of the owner of the skeleton.”

Baili An stiffened, murmuring the name to himself, “Demon Prison…

Xing Wu?”

Sikong looked at the ring and chuckled, “The eyes of the Taixuan Nine Classics truly are extraordinary.”

Wen Hanwei furrowed her brows, clearly having more to say, but her gaze drew to the crimson luminescence tracing the man’s facial profile, revealing the eerie look beneath his dangerously long eyes.