Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 158 - 158 157 The Infamous Mad Dog

158: Chapter 157: The Infamous Mad Dog 158: Chapter 157: The Infamous Mad Dog Upon opening her eyes, Wen Hanwei saw the morning light gently illuminating the eyes of the youth under the umbrella, clear and abyss-like, watching her in return.

Wen Hanwei offered a slight smile, “Haven’t you slept, watching over me all night?”

“I don’t need to sleep,” responded Baili An.

“Last night, I heard you introduce yourself to Sikong as ‘Si Chen.’ Is this your new name?” Wen Hanwei inquired.

Baili An nodded, “It should be the name I use as a corpse demon.”

“Do you like that name?”

“It’s okay.”

“Can I call you Si Chen from now on?”

Baili An paused slightly, then smiled bitterly, “So you still don’t wish to let me know about my past?”

Wen Hanwei, looking at the tightly wrapped cremains he held, noticed a smear of white corpse ash on his cheek, making him look lonely and pitiful.

It was from last night when the skeleton protected him, his body shattered by a rain of blood, inadvertently staining his face.

For some reason, although it was a peaceful morning like any other, her heart felt an inexplicable ache.

Wen Hanwei pressed her lips together, “Over two hundred years ago, I was in seclusion, unaware of the matters of the Immortal Sect in the Mortal World.

Your death was too mysterious, I need to return to my sect to consult the archives and investigate carefully before deciding whether to inform you of the past.

If I do so carelessly…”

She gazed at him steadily as if foreseeing a certain future, affirmed, “You will die.”

Baili An did not press further and simply nodded.

He then said, “I will not return to the Taixuan Sect with you.”

Wen Hanwei was momentarily taken aback, then said, “Nowadays, when the Immortal Sect thrives and righteous cultivators can be found everywhere, joining me to the Taixuan Sect is the best option.”

“I will protect you, hiding you well in my woods where even without an umbrella you will not need to fear the sunlight.

I will see to it that you eat well daily and never suffer from hunger or cold again,” she said.

“You mentioned you’re interested in the Taixuan Sect’s cultivation techniques.

Back then, I only had time to teach you the Seven Ashes Steps, the Killing Sword technique, the Sunlight Technique, and Snow Melting Return.

If you accompany me back, I can teach you many, many more things, and…”

Wen Hanwei slightly tilted her head, “Your appearance seems to be altered by an Illusion Technique, drastically different from two hundred years ago.

Other members of the Taixuan Sect certainly won’t recognize you.”

Unrecognizable to others, Wen Hanwei, a master of the sword scripture, was among the rare few in the world who had achieved the mystical state of Sword Heart Clarity.

Currently in the world, there were only three who had attained Sword Heart Clarity:

Heavenly Seal Sword Master Yu,

Heir of Tianxi’s Fourth Sword, Yun Rong,

and Taixuan’s Ninth Classic, Wen Hanwei.

She could effortlessly discern Baili An’s true face.

As they spoke, Wen Hanwei had already walked down from the tree roots and came to stand before Baili An, gazing into his remarkably bright and beautiful eyes.

“I don’t like descending the mountain or wandering to aid others; with me, you’re unlikely to face great danger or distress.”

Baili An’s thoughts suddenly became tumultuous.

No wonder Wen Yu was shocked he knew the Seven Ashes Steps and the Killing Sword technique—it was all taught by Sister Wen.

“I still choose not to go with you, Sister Wen.” Baili An found a peaceful and quiet spot, nestled against the dense pines, and buried the cremains in the soil, securing their peace.

He said, “If the first thing I saw upon waking was you, Sister Wen, this kind of life would indeed be beautiful, and maybe I would return with you, living as an idle corpse demon.”

“But that can’t be…”

There are no ‘ifs’ in the world.

The first person he saw upon waking wasn’t someone like Wen Hanwei, filled with selfless goodwill towards him.

It was the face of a young disciple from Lihe Sect, filled with murderous intent and hatred.

Moreover, there was Jiujiu, two acquaintances who, due to a bizarre night in the ancient coffin, became entangled in an inevitable karmic connection which he could not escape.

He left the ancient coffin to step into the human realm; he was not only the deceased Baili An, the corpse demon Si Chen, but also the ruler of the Kongcang Mountain Realm.

Lin Guiyuan, Lin Yuan, Jin Sheng, little deer, Fang Geyu—these were all significant connections he had experienced in his life.

Despite hundreds and thousands of tribulations, the karma created does not perish.

When conditions meet, one must accept the consequences.

Amid the boundless path, Peng Beihai, Feng Chaoyang, the vast roads ahead.

The vast Mortal World, stark and pure, might be a difficult place for him to find shelter, but he still had his own path to walk.

“Without binding nor release, it will not fade.

Sister Wen, although life with you would be comfortable and joyful, this way, I won’t find the right answer.”

With these final words, Wen Hanwei looked deeply at him one more time, and refrained from persuading further.

She handed over a silver ring to him and said, “Last night in the Chaotic Netherworld Valley, you asked me about Xing Wu of Demon Prison.”

Baili An carefully stored the ring, then crouched down to pick up the white rabbit, brushing the dust off its short tail.

The rabbit, overwhelmed with drowsiness, gave a soft kick against Baili An’s arms before jumping into the fold of his garment to settle into a deep sleep.

Baili An chuckled and shook his head, bewildered as to why the rabbit always liked to burrow into his embrace, especially given his lack of body warmth, yet it somehow managed to sleep so sweetly.

Tucking the fluffy rabbit’s ears into his garment,getJSON(‘.skill’) Baili An remarked, “Hmm, for a single ring to reveal his identity to you, Sister Wen, this person must be a remarkably famous figureling skill.”

Wen Hanwei’s voice suddenly turned solemn, “But in fact, that is not the case.”

She took a deep breath, her gaze somber and serious, “Xing Wu of Demon Prison, devoid of love, utterly ruthless.

Describing him as a world-renowned figure isn’t quite accurate.

More accurately, he’s an infamous, terrifying criminal known for evoking dread.