Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1251 - 818: The Bun Girl (Part 2)

"If the pig demon is not eliminated, it will surely wreak havoc everywhere. If you still have some sense of honor, either hand over this sword, and I promise you, I will definitely rid the people of this scourge.

Or... I won’t take your sword, instead, you yourself can eliminate that pig demon for the townspeople, and I won’t say another word."

Zhao Baixun was truly at a loss, so he had no choice but to bring up the pig demon with the townspeople again.

The girl wore a frosty expression, thinking that this Young Master from the Moon Accompanying Palace behaved just like a village ruffian or a city thug, lacking any of the demeanor of a Cultivation Family disciple.

She was about to lose her temper, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the young man about to have his sword taken remained calm.

She immediately stopped talking, her apricot eyes regaining their previous playful gleam, looking at him with great interest.

She wanted to see how the young man who was nervous even talking to an ordinary waiter could speak so clearly and confidently when faced with such powerful threats.

Baili An looked at him calmly and said, "Are you serious when you say this?"

Zhao Baixun snorted coldly, "Of course, I’m very serious."

Baili An said, "In that case, you are indeed hypocritical to the point of shamelessness." Although he was insulting him, his expression remained extremely calm, showing no sign of mockery.

"What did you say!" Zhao Baixun’s eyes were filled with gloom.

Baili An continued, "You keep saying it’s for the town’s residents, to eliminate the pig demon, but to me, it seems you’re just doing it for your own selfish desires.

Everyone here is a Cultivator, and we all know very well that once any demon has surpassed the Fifth Grade Realm, it will develop an inner core. For a Cultivator, refining a demon’s inner core can greatly increase their power."

Baili An paused in his speech, glanced at him, and continued, "But you say this pig demon is comparable to a seventh-rank demon, so naturally, its inner core has reached perfection. While you two brothers, one is at the Third Grade Realm and the other at the Fourth Grade Realm, and your other companion I haven’t seen.

But it’s likely that their power is not much greater than yours. You know you’re not a match for the pig demon, so you’ve set your sights on my sword - your intentions are obvious, anyone can see it."

Zhao Baixun’s eyes were cold, "Why do you have so much nonsense to say! We know we are no match for the pig demon, that’s why we need to borrow your sword. If you don’t want to lend it, just say so. Why all this talk, you’re extremely hypocritical!"

Baili An found it amusing because he was the most hypocritical one and yet he was trying to turn the tables. He said directly, "Indeed, I don’t want to lend the sword, especially to someone like you. No...rather than lending, I don’t even want you to touch my things."

Meaning, you don’t even have the right to touch my belongings.

Zhao Baixun was furious, and no longer cared about his reputation. His palms crackled with electricity, serpents of lightning coiling around. His face turned livid as he took a step forward to teach this reckless boy a lesson.

Before Baili An, a white object flashed across his vision once more.

Once again, a steaming hot dumpling flew accurately at Zhao Baixun’s hand, dispersing the fierce lightning, and the remnants of the bun scalded his hand, causing him to yell in pain.

The girl said angrily to him, "Hey! You’ve ruined my second bun now, that was my dinner." She then propped up her fair cheek and looked at Baili An with a playful wink, "Boy, continue speaking, ignore him. With me here, he won’t be able to harm you."

Zhao Baixun shook off the greasy broth and bun crumbs from his hand, losing his temper even towards her, no matter how much he favored her. He shouted in rage, "Miss! We’re all strangers met by chance! And yet, do you persist in standing against me time after time for the sake of a mere First Grade Realm boy? Have you no reason!"

The girl’s apricot eyes widened, feigning surprise she said, "Oh, so you do know what reason is? But all along, you’ve been the one trying to strike him repeatedly. So your idea of reason is merely a tool to bind others while it suits your convenience. But...you aren’t Heaven’s favored child, so why should everyone yield to you?"

The girl’s deliberately naive and innocent expression made Zhao Baixun feel unable to vent his anger. More importantly, he feared the girl’s strength.

Baili An gratefully raised his head to glance at the girl, saying, "Thank you, miss, for your assistance."

Then he turned to the stairs below where the brothers stood and continued, "As Cultivators, using the excuse of upholding justice to eliminate evil for self-gratification, you know you’re no match for the pig demon, yet you choose to stay in the town.

Demonic creatures are extremely sensitive to the aura of Cultivators. Forcibly staying here will only alarm it, plunging the kidnapped women into greater danger, and you claim you need my sword to eliminate the pig demon.

But if today in Beiliao Town, there was no mere First Grade Realm swordsman, what would you...do then?"

His gaze was clear and bright, as if for that instant, seeing through all the little schemes in their hearts.

But Zhao Baixun, with his thick skin, snorted and used his best trick, trying to turn the tables, "Useless coward! Don’t compare me with you. When facing powerful demons and people in need, how could we righteous people avoid the fight!"

Baili An felt a bit exhausted because he discovered that no matter what he said, this Zhao Baixun seemed to not listen at all.

More importantly, he had not found the crux of the matter from start to finish.

He had no choice but to continue his efforts, "Following the official road outside the inn, heading southwest, you’ll come to the town’s exit. After leaving the exit, cross a mountain and head east for three hundred miles, and you’ll reach the territory of the Tianxi Sword Sect.

Your Moon Accompanying Palace is a subordinate sect of the Tianxi Sword Sect, surely you know it better than an ’outsider’ like me.

The Tianxi Sword Sect is the leader of the three great sects. On Bai Tuo Mountain, there are countless powerful Cultivators. You don’t even need to reach the mountain’s peak, just go to the second mountain range of Bai Tuo Mountain, and you can easily invite a Cultivator.

Tianxi Sword Sect disciples won’t just sit and watch as demons wreak havoc, they certainly won’t refuse your request."

Baili An gave him a long look and said calmly, "Yet you didn’t do that, instead you stayed in the town for more than ten days, and you even fought with the pig demon. This action didn’t save people, and might have enraged the pig demon, increasing the risk to the missing women."

Baili An’s face showed an intensity that didn’t match his age, "You call me an ignorant child, but between you and me... who is truly ignorant! Using the guise of justice to help the townsfolk, but in my eyes, you’re just trying to monopolize the pig demon’s inner core, not wanting the Tianxi Sword Sect disciples to take a share!"

"Bang!"

The sound of a teapot dropping filled the room. Everyone looked towards the sound, spotting the waiter who had left and returned unexpectedly. What was thought to be an excuse about changing the tea turned out to be true, he actually had come back.

Only... his expression wasn’t anywhere near pleasant now.

His face was extremely pale, his eyes showing despair with a glimmer of faint hope, and he stumbled towards them, collapsing by Zhao Baixun’s side, clutching his green robe pleadingly, his voice tearful and panicked asking, "Immortal sir... is what that boy said true? You... did you really have the option to invite even stronger Immortals from the Tianxi Sword Sect, but instead, let my wife fall into even greater danger?"

Baili An knew he had spoken too much, letting the waiter overhear, which certainly threw him into disarray.

As his father said, words are easy to lose control over.

But once spoken, they couldn’t be taken back.

Zhao Baixun, irked by him, thought mere mortals were like ants and had no right to question him. He didn’t feel the need to explain his actions so clearly to an ant.

"Noisy! Insensible!"

Zhao Baixun’s face turned grim, kicking the waiter away with disdain, brushing the hem of his robe where he had been grabbed.

Thankfully, in front of the girl, Zhao Baixun dared not exert excessive force on the untrained mortal, opting instead to use skillful force to kick him away.