Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1249 - 817: The Days of Youth in Fine Attire (Part 3)
The tall young man’s expression froze, as if he was saying that no one of his peers had ever dared to speak to him in such a tone.
His face turned somewhat ugly, and he glared, "How dare you speak to me like that! Do you know who I am?!"
"I don’t care who you are."
Baili An said calmly, his steps showing no sign of stopping.
"I order you to stop! You can leave, but leave your sword behind!"
Baili An finally stopped, turning around helplessly to look at him, "You have your own sword, why do you want mine? Besides, this sword is my belonging, why should I give it to you?"
The tall young man sneered inside, still asking why? Doesn’t he understand the law of the jungle?
Though he thought this, the tall young man felt this kid was just a fool, and talking more would only waste his breath, so he decided to just take it by force.
His five hooked claws glinted sharply, with a faint flash of light in his palm as he viciously grabbed towards Baili An’s throat.
The tall young man was of the Fourth Grade in cultivation, while Baili An was only of the First Grade. So for this lightning-fast strike, Baili An was a bit stunned and unable to react.
He never expected a descendant of a Cultivation Family to be so ruthless and unreasonable, attacking at the slightest disagreement.
Moreover, from his demeanor, it seemed he had no intention of holding back.
Baili An was about to gather his Qi to dodge the attack.
But the next moment, he heard a bell-like light laugh by his ear, and something white seemed to flash before his eyes.
Baili An squinted slightly, his excellent vision capturing that the white object was actually a white, plump, soup-filled bun.
Immediately following, he heard the tall young man let out a cry of pain.
The plump soup-filled bun had precisely hit the attacking palm of the tall young man five times.
With a splatter, the plump soup-filled bun couldn’t withstand the attacking claw and split apart in his palm.
However, the thick hot juice, which looked extremely hot, splashed into a big oily flower in his palm.
The tall young man cried out and withdrew his hand, and upon looking at his palm, it was already covered in blisters, his face turning extremely ugly.
Baili An tilted his head in puzzlement, completely confused.
The tall young man had clearly used Spiritual Power to cover the hand that was attacked.
The bun splitting apart was expected, but how did the soup burn him?
"Zhao Baixun, you’re just a Young Master of the Moon Accompanying Palace, what’s so arrogant about you on the territory of Bai Tuo Mountain? Publicly robbing a fellow Cultivator’s treasure, truly a disgrace to your Moon Accompanying Palace!"
A crisp, bird-like young girl’s voice suddenly rang out.
Baili An turned his head to look and saw a young girl with an elegant and spiritual aura.
She was clad in a light green robe, leaning against the wooden railing of the second-floor staircase. Her beauty seemed unreal, with one jade hand gently supporting her cheek, looking at the three below with a half-smile.
The girl’s smile was pure and harmless, her brow lively, like a gentle and benign little animal, which easily touched the softest strings of someone’s heart.
The tall young man named Zhao Baixun immediately restrained his anger and blew twice on his injured palm, saying, "So it’s you, young lady."
As he said this, he didn’t even realize that the arrogance he usually had had mostly dissipated at this moment.
The shorter young man beside him also involuntarily swallowed, his eyes showing both admiration and fear.
He muttered softly, "How did this little grandaunt come out."
Zhao Baixun lowly shouted, "Tie Yun, shut your mouth!"
Baili An looked up at the girl who seemed about his age and asked, "Was that bun you threw out?"
The girl casually murmured an agreement, idly wrapping a lock of hair around her slender jade finger.
"No need to thank me, but if you really want to express your gratitude, then go buy me a bun, I haven’t had my dinner yet."
Baili An, however, was intently staring at her hand, frowning, "That bun looked like a freshly steamed soup bun, very hot, are your hands okay?"
The hand entwining the hair paused slightly, and those extremely beautiful almond-shaped eyes almost narrowed into a line.
"You’re a strange person. I helped you, yet instead of thanking me, you care if my hand is alright?"
Baili An was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you for helping me just now... so, does your hand hurt?"
Truly a persistent person...
The girl smiled helplessly: "Since I can use a meat bun to hit a dog, naturally, I wouldn’t be hurt by my own weapon."
Baili An nodded thoughtfully.
The girl gave him a charming smile: "What a silly boy..."
Being subtly called a dog, Zhao Baixun, the tall young man, showed no anger on his face.
The injured palm hanging down, hidden within the wide sleeve, he looked at the girl with a hint of fear in his eyes.
As well as... an undeniable admiration.
The fear came from the bun that hurt him; no matter how hot a soup dumpling is, how could it harm a cultivator’s body?
There must be something special she did with that bun.
As for the admiration, it naturally stemmed from her excessive beauty.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Miss, we’re in the same field, why the needless insult of calling me a dog?"
The girl said with displeasure, "Who is in the same field as you? If you cared about that, why would you forcibly take this boy’s sword!"
Baili An felt a stir in his heart; they were not on the same side, yet the innkeeper clearly said there were three immortals.
So... one of their companions had yet to reveal himself.
Baili An, who had been out of touch with the world for a long time, did not know until today that there were such people in the world.
With a glib tongue, turning black into white, he could put a righteous spin on things to satisfy his selfish desires.
It was Zhao Baixun who told him that such people exist in this world.
"Forcibly take? Miss, your words are too harsh. If it were to satisfy my personal desires and greed, naturally it could be said to be forcible taking, but I am acting out of goodwill." Zhao Baixun spoke uprightly, showing not a hint of guilt or shame.
Baili An looked at him silently, not angry because of his hypocritical sophistry, but quietly took a few steps up the stairs.
Seemingly trying to discreetly distance himself from Zhao Baixun, as if afraid of accidentally catching his habits of hypocrisy.
Though he made these moves covertly, everyone present was a cultivator with keen sight and hearing.
His little move was akin to covering his ears to steal a bell.
The move, although silent and subtle, clearly conveyed a sense of disdain.
Zhao Baixun’s face immediately turned cold.
And that little move did not escape the notice of the girl on the second floor, who was amused, letting out a light chuckle.
"Taking someone else’s belongings and claiming it’s goodwill, still expecting gratitude and tears, kneeling to present the sword with both hands?
Very well, I will take your life now, also for your own good, quickly draw your sword and execute yourself..."
As she spoke, her beautiful eyes glanced over, catching Baili An’s little move in her eye, her smile growing even more radiant.
That smile, like a tapestry of colors, exuded the unruly charm of a spirited young girl, making one forget the commonplace.
Her face held a smiling cheek, this unparalleled smile was like a gentle spring breeze melting the snow and ice.
Zhao Baixun, who already harbored feelings, finally snapped out of it under this beautiful smile, awkwardly clearing his throat.
He continued to explain, "Miss, don’t misunderstand, I do not intend to justify myself. You arrived at this place later than us from the Moon Accompanying Palace, and are unaware of the pig demon’s situation; my fellow disciples and I have witnessed the might of the pig demon firsthand."
Tie Yun quickly chimed in, "Exactly. The pig demon, although not fully human in form, is powerful, with a strength equivalent to a human’s seventh-rank cultivation."
Zhao Baixun’s tone softened even more: "Indeed, I am not much, at eighteen only a Fourth Grade cultivator, and even with my fellow disciples, we might barely take down the pig demon.
I saw this young man’s mediocre cultivation, merely an entry-level First Grade, yet possessing a treasure, and couldn’t help but feel it’s like a pearl covered in dust. I thought if I could borrow the might of the treasure, taking down the pig demon would be a certainty."
Though he professed his inadequacy, his eyes betrayed undeniable pride.
