Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 177 - 177 175 The Youth's Tusk

177: Chapter 175: The Youth’s Tusk 177: Chapter 175: The Youth’s Tusk The woman fiercely slapped herself inwardly, knowing she had misspoken and was about to remedy the situation.

The young man opposite holding an umbrella responded with a serious bow, showing no embarrassment at being caught off-guard; his demeanor was entirely natural, “Thank you for your concern, miss, I did not sleep last night.”

Such an honest, straightforward answer.

But what they didn’t know was that when Baili An spoke, he meant it literally; corpse demons do not need to sleep.

The color rose slightly to the cheeks of the Lihe Sect’s Senior Sister, unsure how to continue the conversation.

Her lips stammered for a moment before she slowly asked, “Young master, about Jiujiu…Is she…”

Baili An squatted down, tilting the umbrella to hide his slightly reddened ear tips, and picked up the small rabbit, saying, “Jiujiu is asleep.”

“Young master…

I think you should discuss this matter thoroughly with our Sect Master.”

Baili An nodded, “I intend to do just that.”

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…

On the solitary peak cliff, the great river roared.

The wild wind in the mountains tore at Baili An’s clothes and hair as he faced the elderly man on the cliff and stopped.

Li Xuan took a deep breath, his temples white as silver tangled, his eyes full of deep anger, grinding his teeth as if he were bleeding, “You dare!!!”

Baili An shook his head at the old man, his voice calm, “In this world, it’s not about daring or not, but about willing or not.”

“Impudent youth!”

“Senior Li, I did not come here today to argue with you, for in this world, many things are unreasonable.”

Baili An gave him a deep look, “I will leave the mountain.”

The elder was startled, not expecting to hear such a statement, but what followed was boundless rage that burned him, turning his complexion as fiery as a War Ghost.

If you had intended to leave Jiujiu and go down the mountain from the start, why then did you come to provoke her?

“This is what Jiujiu wants,” he said lightly, collapsing the old man’s fury.

“Jiujiu’s…wishes?”

Baili An said, “Jiujiu asked me to leave, so I will leave.”

The old man had not expected the matter to be resolved so simply; he thought the young corpse demon would cause endless trouble, not resting until he had driven the entire Lihe Sect to demonic vows.

Yet unexpectedly, because of a single word from Jiujiu, he was so compliant.

“Do you truly wish to give up Jiujiu just like that?” the old man asked.

Baili An looked up at him, “Why would Senior think that?

Leaving the mountain and giving up on Jiujiu seem to be two different matters.”

“You!”

Before the old man could grow angry again, Baili An lowered his gaze, his Autumnwater Sword across his chest in its sheath.

“Senior thinks that as a corpse demon, I should not be tied to the Immortal Sect.

One human and one demon, ultimately different paths.

If outsiders were to know, it would undoubtedly give them leverage, a direct confrontation.”

Li Xuan’s eyes were heavy with anger, “Since you know the crux of it, why then do you harm my Jiujiu!”

Baili An lowered his eyelids, “Jiujiu said I was good.”

Li Xuan’s expression froze, his heart filled with great hatred, “Jiujiu has no experience with affairs of the heart, her thoughts are naive, merely deceived by your appearance for a moment, how could she know the fatal harm!

If you truly cared for her, you should stay away from her!

Jiujiu has exceptional cultivation Talent, a bright path in the Immortal Sect—how could you let her waste it by falling into the hands of a corpse demon like you!”

“Stay away?” Baili An pursed his lips, “Then, Senior, why don’t you tell me—after I leave Jiujiu, what will you do?”

His calm gaze finally held a trace of cold irony, “As a family of the Immortal Sect seeking the path, for her sake, you should naturally stay away, then pair her with a suitable companion to pursue the immortal path?”

Li Xuan’s face grew more unpleasant, though the youth’s words were blunt, they rang true.

Because it was true, he found it humiliating.

Baili An’s eyelids gradually fell, “Without permission, Si Chen will not presume to declare that Jiujiu is my woman!

However, if Senior intends to betrothe Jiujiu to another, I may indeed make the Lihe Sect disappear from this world.”

Li Xuan’s eyes widened, bloodshot, “You truly are extremely arrogant.

Are you not afraid that I will call upon powerful sects, issue a hundred orders to expel demons, and eliminate your evil nature!”

Baili An’s words were neither warm nor harsh, “Senior is welcome to try.”

His disposition was gentle, but that did not mean he lacked the sharpness and ferocity of a young man.

His disposition was not greedy, but that did not mean he had no desires.

Once something fell into his hands, he would not overly confine it, he would let it soar.

But he would not weakly watch it fall into the hands of another.

That kind of love that required letting go for her sake was best left to the righteous heroes in the tales.

In any case, to the old man, he was a demon, and he did not mind being utterly demonic.

Besides, how far had things actually gone?

After lying in a coffin for two hundred years, was he not allowed a little temper?

The conversation ended on a sour note.

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The sky was clear and the snow colder, making the mountains and earth foggy despite the bright sunlight.

The ancient trail and small pavilion in the mountains were chilly, long curtains hanging low.

Several unicorns whiter and more sacred than the snow lowered their heads to drink from the stream.

In the ancient pavilion flaking with black paint, a young girl wrapped in a snowy feather coat sat alone in the Cold Pavilion, brewing tea with snow.

The moonlight and clear wind mixed with the thick fog and clear snow, coinciding with the sky cracking open.

A beam of heavenly light fell on the young girl’s shoulders, draped in plain feathers, adding a layer of utmost luxurious and beautiful charm.

The girl had very attractive overturned lips, which, when slightly pursed without a smile, gave off a cold and detached air.

The unicorns’ neck bells jingled lightly as they raised their heads and looked in one direction.

The girl seemed to sense something, her slender eyes lifting slightly, revealing her deeply inked pupils.

Spotting the young man with the umbrella outside the Cold Pavilion, she picked up the White Jade Cup.

The chilly lips warmed by the tea mist spread a careless smile.

“Yo?

Isn’t this the little son-in-law of Lihe Sect?

To have survived in Su Jing’s hands and not died, truly a great misfortune yet a blessing indeed.”

As she spoke, Fang Geyu gently pushed a cup in Baili An’s direction, her jade-white fingers lightly tapping the tabletop, her eyebrows raised, “Come in and sit.

Isn’t holding an umbrella tiring?”

The White Jade Cup by her fingers held a fresh, pomegranate-red liquid, the cold wind bringing a faint sweet aroma.

Baili An’s gaze landed unexpectedly on the girl’s slender, bandaged wrist.

Under the snow-white bandage, not a hint of red bled through, suggesting a precious medicinal ointment with hemostatic effects had been applied.

He closed his umbrella and entered the pavilion, lifting the cup and downing its contents without hesitation or refusal.

The blood had already been shed, and to refuse now would just be a waste of time.

The blood of Fang Geyu was surprisingly sweet and mellow, unexpectedly even more so than Jin Sheng of the Thirteen Swords.

The Corpse Pearl inside him was noticeably smoother in circulation due to the fresh blood.