Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 650 - 575: A Lifelong Journey with a Dear Friend_2

Chapter 650: Chapter 575: A Lifelong Journey with a Dear Friend_2

"Senior Sister Ye clearly had many options back then. Even if she had sent that child to be raised in an ordinary family, it would have been better than pushing him into a desperate situation where he can neither love nor hate."

"If not for this cause and effect, their meeting today would have been as strangers. Whether he sought vengeance or intended to repay a favor, it all would have been much simpler."

Baili An had not expected Sister Wen, who was usually immersed in her cultivation, to be so objective. He smiled, about to say something, when an untimely, weak voice emerged: "Sister Wen usually doesn’t say much, but today your words are particularly sharp, cutting to the heart. I have learned my lesson."

Ye Lian had woken up at some point, leaning against the cave’s cold-proofed stones, her complexion nearly sickly white. Her brows, eyes, and lips were pale but maintained a tranquility as she looked at Wen Hanwei with a subtle, bitter smile that seemed hard to dispel.

"Senior Sister Ye is awake?" Wen Hanwei was not the least bit conscious of feeling guilty for speaking behind someone’s back, and she checked Ye Lian’s pulse with an even expression. Relieved, she said, "The pulse is still very weak, but it’s mainly due to excessive blood loss. There should be no serious problems."

"Thank you for your concern, Sister Wen." Ye Lian then asked, "How is Jiachen?"

The first thing she inquired about upon waking was Jiachen. She didn’t even spare a shred of concern for Su Xi, who had cut out his heart and offered his blood for her, nor did she notice when he had disappeared.

If this person were truly biased, she could indeed be more hurtful than a sharp sword.

"I’ve just bled Brother Jiachen to rid him of poison. The Essence Blood of the Leimo Demon Clan is remarkably effective against the poison of the Demon Butterfly. He is now safe, and there is no need for you to worry, Senior Sister Ye."

Hearing them discuss Jiachen, Baili An then looked over at the young man sleeping in a corner near the campfire.

Surprisingly, the young man was dressed in a Kasaya robe, clearly a monk.

Despite his pale complexion, his features were clean and delicate, with unadorned, naturally red lips and a youthful femininity rarely seen in a man with such grace and ethereal beauty.

The white Kasaya over the monk’s body was stained with a deep red blood mark over his heart, emitting a pure aura like a white lotus. However, within that blood stain, a trace of Demonic Qi was faintly lingering – the very essence of Su Xi’s Blood Energy.

Clearly, to detoxify, his chest had been opened, and Su Xi’s Essence Blood had been injected.

It wouldn’t be long before he woke and could use his Spiritual Power to cleanse the last traces of Demonic Qi from his body, completely without any marks.

Baili An inexplicably felt some sorrow for Su Xi.

Seeing Jiachen unharmed, Ye Lian’s pale face relaxed slightly. She exhaled slowly and looked at Baili An, "I have met you before, Young Master Si Chen."

Baili An nodded in response.

Ye Lian coughed lightly and added, "By the way, when you left the hall yesterday, our Young Master also came looking. Hearing that you were also in the Demon World, he hurried to the Monarch’s Return Banquet. I wonder if you have seen our Young Master?"

Wen Hanwei exclaimed, "Jing also came to the Demon World?"

Baili An was also very surprised. He remembered that soon after Ning Feiyan left the city, she had encountered Yin Baishuang and Su Jing, took their only Ghost Grass by injuring them, and also knocked him out and abducted him to the Demon World – it was indeed a trip with heavy gains.

Shouldn’t those two now be severely wounded and healing at home? How recklessly they dashed into the depths of the Demon World.

Ye Lian said, "They must have come for Ning Feiyan. The trickier part is that if my guess is correct, the eldest Miss of the Yin Family should also have entered the Demon World for the same matter."

Baili An felt there was a high possibility this was the case. The Ghost Grass was sought by Yin Baishuang for Little Shou’s consumption, and having it stolen by Ning Feiyan, Su Jing could follow all the way to the Demon World – how could she stay content with healing at home?

These two young ladies really seemed to enjoy complicating things.

After all, one has lived for several hundred years; how could they act as impulsively as two young girls?

With Sister Wen’s party still unsure of what to do, two large troubles had emerged, causing Baili An a significant headache.

Yet these two also had their abilities; they had been in the realm for many days and managed not to be caught.

"I haven’t seen Miss Su Jing in the Demon World. It seems she has hidden her identity well and should be safe for now. The Monarch’s Return Banquet lasts three days, and the security within Mo City will undoubtedly be more rigorous than usual.

And with the eighth Scripture Master still unconscious, and with Senior Sister Ye injured, now is not the best time to break through and leave. I’ve set up multiple layers of fog and Barriers outside the cave, which should keep the Demon Clan from discovering us for a while. How about I first search for Miss Yin and Miss Su Jing in Mo City during these days? If we can find them, with Miss Yin’s chess piece power, it won’t be hard to leave this place."

Seeing that he had a well-thought-out plan, neither Wen Hanwei nor Ye Lian had any objections.

However, Ye Lian remembered something very important, her expression tinged with worry: "I’ve heard some rumors in Mo City; a significant and turbulent event occurred at this year’s Monarch’s Return Banquet. The unbeatable River Lord of Mohe, Shu Ci, was defeated by the River Lord of Hedong, who had been missing from the Mortal World for many years. Given Shu Ci’s strength, which was enough to overturn the Three Worlds, I dare not imagine who this newly risen River Lord of Hedong is, capable of leapfrogging ranks to challenge that legendary existence. The heavens of the Demon World may have changed. Young Master Si Chen, when you act in Mo City, you must be extremely cautious. If you encounter the River Lord of Blood Feather, avoid if possible and do not stir up trouble."

"Such a thing happened?" Even Wen Hanwei, typically oblivious to external affairs, showed concern upon hearing this.

She knew that with Baili An’s corpse demon identity, he would be safer acting within Mo City than she would, but now she couldn’t help but worry, hearing that a more formidable and terrifying River Lord than Shu Ci had emerged in the Demon World.

Wen Hanwei reached for the Yuxiao Sword beside her leg, bit her fingertip, and with a bloodied sword finger drew a complex and powerful protective Sword Talisman with fluid strokes. With a wave, she infused the talismanic intent into the sword and unreservedly stuffed her own sword into Baili An’s arms: "I lend you this sword, but if you really encounter that trouble, avoid it if possible. If you can’t, then light the talismanic intent in the sword. The Yuxiao Sword is a Divine Weapon with a self-destructive protection for its owner, which should keep even the River Lord of Blood Feather at bay for a while."

Baili An held her Yuxiao Sword, somewhat dazed. Although Wen Hanwei’s serious and cautious demeanor left him speechless and amused, he felt an uncontrollable touch of emotion.

Her cultivation was based on the orthodox sword scripture, and she had spent many years devoted to cultivating without ever parting from her sword. Even Yun Rong, who was fanatical about swords, saw her as a kindred spirit.

It was well-known in the world that those who loved their swords as their own lives were Yun Rong of the Tianxi Sword Sect and Wen Hanwei, who cultivated the Taixuan Nine Classics. They were the most famous wielders of unparalleled swords in the eastern and western countries.

Baili An had seen Yun Rong’s crazed obsession with swords, but Wen Hanwei, who was her equal, nonchalantly sacrificed her most important sword.

Her light amber eyes showed not a trace of regret, truly believing that Baili An’s safety was far more important than the sword in her hands.

With a friend like this, what more could one desire in life?

Even Ye Lian, looking on from the side, changed expression: "Sister Wen, that is Yuxiao, which contains a lifetime of devotion to the sword scripture. If the sword is destroyed, your three hundred years of cultivation would amount to two hundred years wasted in vain."

Wen Hanwei looked at Ye Lian with apparent befuddlement, unable to understand her shock: "A destroyed sword can be reforged, lost cultivation can be restored, but a dear friend is one of a kind. If he is lost, where could I possibly find another to accompany me?"

She might not be versed in worldly affairs, but she did understand the importance of weighing her options.

A sword and cultivation are inanimate things, but Baili... well, even if Baili is essentially inanimate, he can now move, speak, and presents himself before her, which she cherishes dearly.

To lose and then regain is good.

To have and then lose is bad.

If she neglected Baili for the sake of fleeting cultivation and he died again due to her oversight, Wen Hanwei thought she could grieve for a lifetime.