Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 83 - 83 83 Trash

83: Chapter 83: Trash 83: Chapter 83: Trash Lin Yuan spread out his delicate palms, staring blankly for a long while, “There’s nothing…”

Baili An coughed lightly, feeling relieved and said with a smile, “Well, that’s not necessarily a bad thing, Sister Lin Yuan can now move freely too.”

Lin Yuan snapped back from her shock, her deep blue eyes staring intently at Baili An’s face without blinking, her legs unconsciously rubbing against each other beneath her robe.

Damn it!

She had exposed her clean self to this youngster in the lake last time, and now, without realizing it, she had transformed human legs, and he had seen them thoroughly.

That meant her whole body had been exposed to him!

Lin Yuan’s pretty face suddenly burned like fiery clouds.

Baili An coughed lightly and hastily said, “A night has passed, I don’t know if Jin Sheng has woken up, I’ll go check on him.”

Jin Sheng also woke up this morning, and the moment Baili An entered the cavern, he saw that ashen-faced visage, looking as if his soul had been drained.

Baili An frowned slightly, then, suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly took out the Yuanli Sword to give to him, “Don’t worry, I’ve already found your sword for you.”

But to his surprise, Jin Sheng, who treasured swords as if they were his life, looked as dead as a doornail.

He glanced down at the Yuanli Sword, his parched lips moved as he spoke, “Take it away, the farther the better.”

Baili An exclaimed in shock, “What kind of joke is that?”

Meng Zifei stared at him with an incredulous look.

For the holder of the Tianxi Thirteen Swords, each sword carried an extremely important significance.

The sword exists as long as the person does, and the person’s legacy remains with the sword.

That saying wasn’t just for show.

But now he was saying to take the Yuanli Sword far away?

Meng Zifei looked at Jin Sheng with a complicated expression and sighed helplessly.

Baili An immediately frowned and asked Meng Zifei, “What in the world happened?”

Meng Zifei was about to speak when Jin Sheng interrupted him with a self-mocking tone, “My right hand…

is crippled.”

His tone was very calm, as calm as if he were dead.

His gaze lingered on his sword that had accompanied him for hundreds of years…

the sword symbolizing the highest glory and honor in this world.

His pale cheeks surged with a hue of agony, he struggled to move his lips, but no words came out.

Meng Zifei sighed and said, “Little brother Si Chen might not know, but those two beasts, Yang Zhao and Huang Kang, took advantage of the time when Thirteen Swords was severely injured to sever the recently healed tendons in his right hand, and they even smeared the sword used to sever the tendons with Black Demon Poison.”

“Black Demon Poison?”

“Indeed, it’s an extremely rare poison plant from the state of Zhao.

Once it contaminates a wound, there’s no possibility of healing.

Although Lord Thirteen Swords has pulled his sword out many times and his tendons have broken several times, as long as his spiritual power is abundant, recovery is not a difficult task.

But with that Black Demon Poison interfering, it cuts off the connection between his spiritual power and his right hand.

As time passes, the hand of Lord Thirteen Swords will wither and fall off like a dehydrated flower.

Let alone holding a sword…

I’m afraid he will find it very difficult to even carry water.”

Meng Zifei’s grave words caused Jin Sheng’s complexion to twitch sharply, and deep in his eyes seemed to bleed from the heart-piercing pain.

Baili An didn’t speak; he squatted down and looked straight at Jin Sheng, who sat despondently against the stone wall.

Just as he lifted the Yuanli Sword in his hand, his body trembled violently, as if seeing something extremely terrifying, his expression drastically changing as he said, “Keep it away!”

“Worthless,” Baili An stated flatly, slowly spitting out two words.

Meng Zifei was taken aback, wondering how this young brother could speak so bluntly.

When had Jin Sheng ever been subjected to such an insult?

Rage instantly surged from his brows, formidable and frightening.

Then as if remembering something, the fury quickly dissipated, and with hollow eyes, he snorted with a hint of ridicule, “Right, you’re not wrong.

I am worthless, a worthless being who brings down his own kin!

They used my sword seal to lure the other Tianxi Thirteen Swords here.

If… if something unfortunate happens to my brothers and sisters, I…

would not be worth living a million times over.”

Jin Sheng’s self-blame and shame reached an ultimate degree.

However, Baili An seriously looked at him and said earnestly, “Don’t worry, it won’t happen.

Not all of the Tianxi Thirteen Swords are as useless and incompetent as you.

Even if they were lured here, they would be able to leave unscathed.”

Although he knew Baili An was telling the absolute truth, having it laid out so bluntly still stung Jin Sheng deeply.

He looked at Baili An with a twitching corner of his mouth, thinking to himself that this little corpse demon had only spent one night with the Evil Star, yet his sharp tongue had grown tremendously.

Baili An forcefully pushed the Yuanli Sword into his left hand and said indifferently, “If the right hand can’t wield the sword, then use the left.

It’s just a lost hand; it’s not such a big deal.”

Jin Sheng exploded with anger, “Just lost a hand?

I’ve trained for three hundred years with my right hand.

Now, after a major setback, I am to use my left hand to wield the sword, which would be just like starting all over again!”

Baili An said earnestly, “If that’s how you feel, then start over.”

Jin Sheng angrily said, “It’s easier said than done!

My spirit root is ordinary and my talent is dull.

My brothers and sisters are all more powerful than me, growing further apart from me.

Now you tell me to start anew, when will I be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with them!”

Baili An shook his head and replied, “It’s not easy to say, because for me, speaking means I must follow through.

There are countless other people in the world with even lower rank spirit roots than you, yet they keep moving forward.

You can’t even stand up, yet you speak of standing shoulder to shoulder with your brothers and sisters.”

Baili An took a Golden Vine hairpin from the jade born of clear water and said, “Actually, you should feel fortunate, because Jin Sheng, you’ve only lost a hand, but Lin Guiyuan had his head chopped off and thrown into the river.

He lost his life.

He no longer has the chance to start over.

If you want to give up, I won’t stop you.

Just pull out the sword and summon the Heavenly Tribulation to end it all.

After all, the Sword Soul of the Yuanli Sword will never fade; it can wait for its next master.”

Jin Sheng gripped the sword in his hand, his mind in turmoil as he said pale-faced, “I don’t know…

I don’t know if I can keep going.

This path is too hard.”

Baili An patted his shoulder and smiled, “There will always be a way.”

“Trouble!

I’ve smelled a large number of sea demons and Yin Crows approaching!

They are on our trail!” Lin Yuan hurried into the cavern, her expression grave, “We must leave here quickly!”

Looking down at the sword in his hand, Jin Sheng smiled bitterly and said, “It’s all the same wherever we flee.

Those two’s methods are too eerie, they can even draw out a strand of the Yuanli Sword’s essence.

With that strand, they can quickly find our whereabouts.”

Baili An’s heart sank.