Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 168 - 168 166 Go Kill the Demon in Anger

168: Chapter 166: Go Kill the Demon in Anger 168: Chapter 166: Go Kill the Demon in Anger A cool breeze stirred, carrying a slightly sweet stench.

The morning bells of distant mountains rang a few times, and Ancient Mountain, covered with perennial frost and snow, stood desolate with sparse shoals of plum trees under which a garment whiter than snow lightly fell to the base of an ancient tree.

The slender and elegant figure under the tree was as pure as ancient simplicity just like a piece of white snow from the Mortal World, silently falling at some point, drifting solemnly into the vast and cold snow.

Clad in white snow, she sat quietly with her eyes closed, leaning against the ancient tree, her eyelashes frosted as if she were in a deep, peaceful sleep.

A woman with a neck as slender as the thin snow on the branches now stained with a striking crimson.

The thin snow on her shoulder melted into red snow, half-dyeing her white garment red.

She looked like a beautiful red lotus blooming in the snow.

It was clear that her injuries were extremely severe at the moment.

Yet there was a profound peace and tranquility between her brows, as if she were in a soft dreamland, unwilling to awaken.

Beside her, a white jade mask with a corner missing lay quietly.

Green mountains covered with snow, the beauty like jade.

It was as if a stunning painting was embedded within the secluded hideaways of the human realm.

The sound of rustling footsteps arose, breaking the beautiful tranquility of this corner of the mortal realm.

“Jing?” A slightly surprised female voice accompanied the light falling snow.

Hearing her name called, the severely injured woman under the tree gently fluttered her eyelids, the frost hanging from her lashes fell like thin snow, restoring the deep blackness of her lashes.

She opened her eyes and quietly watched the person before her, her eyes clear and undisturbed, like ancient ink silent throughout the millennia.

A strand of ink-like hair slowly slid from her cheek, landing on the snowflakes in her hair, setting off her face as translucent and impeccable as a jade tree.

“Is there something wrong?” Her eyes were clear, her voice light, without a hint of the haziness or obscurity typical of awakening from a deep sleep.

Immediately upon waking, her complexion was cold.

She propped up her pale fingers and emotionlessly pinched her earlobe.

In front of her, Ye Lian held the unconscious and pale-faced handsome monk, Jiachen, on her back.

Her calm, water-like eyes now carried a hint of shock as she looked at the blood-covered Young Master Su Jing.

Ye Lian hurriedly stepped forward, anxiously saying, “Jing, how could you be so injured?”

Su Jing, however, disliked close contact with others, even if it was with one of the renowned Taixuan Nine Classics of her sect.

She held her sword by the hilt, lightly pressed it against Ye Lian’s shoulder to keep her at bay, and repeated lightly, “Is there something wrong?”

It was unclear whether it was the cold wind or the deep snow that was colder, but compared to the pure whiteness of her delicate neck, Su Jing’s ears seemed slightly red from the cold, and they faintly trembled as if tickled.

She couldn’t help but raise her hand to gently rub them.

Ye Lian’s expression was incredibly incredulous, but regarding Su Jing’s question, she still steadied herself and said, “Jiachen is severely injured and should not travel far.

I intended to go to the nearby Zilan Mountain to find a spiritual vein spring to heal his injuries, but I never expected to find you here, Jing.

And you are so seriously injured…”

Ye Lian’s eyes were full of concern as she scrutinized her meticulously, since Su Jing had come down from the mountains, she had never seen her in such a bloody and disheveled state.

The fact that even the mask she never removed was now missing could not but cause deep concern.

“It’s nothing.”

Su Jing sheathed her sword and stood up, putting the mask into her chest pocket and carefully securing it.

She then patted the snow sticking to her clothes, calmly saying, “The mask is broken, and I’m in a bad mood.”

Ye Lian of course knew that her precious mask, which she treasured like her life, being damaged by that young girl would upset her.

But being in a bad mood, what did that have to do with her current appearance?

Su Jing swept her a glance, seemingly understanding the confusion in her eyes.

She pursed her lips, looked towards the mountains beyond, her gaze cold and distant as her voice was cold as light smoke, “I was in a bad mood, so I went to Demon Prison Mountain.”

Ye Lian’s heart trembled, and her mouth twitched, “Demon…

Demon Prison Mountain.”

That was where the Sin Demons congregated, the great demons captured by strong predecessors of the Immortal Sect were sealed within Demon Prison Mountain, serving as the trial grounds for the younger generation of disciples.

While it served as a trial ground, the talented young disciples also needed to be accompanied by elders to enter the mountain for trials to ensure their safety.

The mountain harbored great demons and the legendary Tribulation Realm Demon King, and some taboo places, even the Immortal predecessors dared not easily touch.

Was her Jing…

did she just barge in there alone?

“Just because you were in a bad mood, so you went to Demon Prison Mountain?”

What kind of capricious young miss’s temperament is this, do you think you are Yin Baishuang?

Su Jing’s eyes, deep as black jade, with her snow-white skin complementing the faint red of her ears, somewhat softened the cold aura surrounding her.

She said, “Couldn’t kill that girl from Lihe Sect, so I went to Demon Prison Mountain and slaughtered a Demon King, my mood is much better now.”

Ye Lian’s body shook violently, “Demon…

Demon King?

That’s a Tribulation Realm, Jing, you haven’t undergone tribulation, how can you be so reckless.”

Wandering recklessly in Demon Prison Mountain in the Chengling Realm and even going alone to kill a Demon King, no wonder she was so severely injured.

Thinking of this, Ye Lian felt a chill in her heart.

Thank goodness her young master came out intact, otherwise, she wouldn’t know how to explain to the Sect Master.

Although she clearly knew Su Jing had no need to lie, hearing her say she had already killed a Demon King, Ye Lian still found it hard to believe.

“Jing, in the Chengling Realm, did you really kill a Demon King like that?”

Su Jing frowned slightly and pointed in a certain direction, saying, “The Demon King’s head is there; it can be taken to the Wandao Immortal Alliance to exchange for Spirit Stones.”

Where her jade finger pointed, on the white snowy ground, only a pool of bright red blood remained.

Su Jing narrowed her long eyes, silent.

Ye Lian sniffed lightly, her expression somewhat lost for words, “That’s indeed the scent of a Demon King, and also of a stray dog.”

The head of a great Demon King, no matter where it was placed, was a trophy that could shock all around.

But sadly, killed by her young master while injured, tired, she randomly found a large tree to sleep under, casually kicking the Demon King’s head aside, ultimately ending with it being tragically gnawed by stray dogs.

As the seventh of Taixuan, Ye Lian, at this moment, truly had nothing to say.

Snowflakes drifted down, landing on Jiachen’s pure white Kasaya, as if feeling a hint of chill, the injured, unconscious young monk slowly came to.

He coughed lightly, hacking up a few mouthfuls of fresh blood that splashed onto Ye Lian’s clothes.

The monk furrowed his brows, seeing the woman in white under the tree, he was momentarily startled, then a pale smile appeared on his face, “Young Master, you’ve actually taken off your mask?”

Hearing the voice behind her, Ye Lian raised her delicate eyebrows and softly called, “Jiachen…”

Su Jing glanced at him lightly, not continuing the topic of the mask, her voice cold, “The Scripture Master was so seriously injured, it seems certain that behind this wine incident, were indeed people from the Demon Sect.”

Jiachen forced a smile, “If it were just that, it would be fine.” He slowly lifted his attractive face, his ink-colored eyes lightly flickering, “The sealed rivers of the Demon World have begun to revive.”