Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1397 - 887: The White-Clad Figure in the Mist (Part 2)

Chapter 1397: Chapter 887: The White-Clad Figure in the Mist (Part 2)

Yin Baishuang squinted her almond eyes, her expression cold: "From Senior Li’s words, it seems there is intention to make a move on him?"

Li Bansheng let out a cold laugh and said, "I know the purpose of your visit here. Initially, I thought Young Palace Master Yin had always been arrogant. You relied on that past relationship, believing your bond was stronger than gold, and that Jing’er posed no threat in your eyes.

Seeing you today... it turns out to be just so; Young Palace Master Yin is exceedingly insecure, wanting to flaunt your romance before Jing’er so that she gives up?

But in doing so, doesn’t it indicate that, in your heart, Jing’er is indeed a formidable opponent you seriously fear? Isn’t your behavior now somewhat low?"

Yin Baishuang’s face turned instantly cold.

Li Bansheng, naturally arrogant, even though severely injured and unable to move, had autumn eyes that seemed gentle, yet concealed scorn, revealing outright madness and obsession.

Locking eyes, it left one feeling appalled.

"Even so, what of it! Back at Nanze Mountain, that boy’s heart was entirely fixated on you, yet I could separate you by mountains and rivers, keeping you from meeting daily!

Even now, if you’ve been intimate, as long as it’s something my daughter desires, I will fight for her to the end, even if I am plagued by retribution and fall into Avici Hell!"

Her gaze coldly settled on the young girl and boy, not dodging, seemingly to provoke Yin Baishuang deeply.

She leisurely propped herself up, sideways lying like she was admiring the boy’s figure, letting out a light laugh, a hint of mania in her eyes.

"My Jing’er has a pretty decent eye; at least in this regard, this boy can entirely win over the hearts of women, which is quite enough."

Li Bansheng exuded calm and composure, but she was indeed nurtured by scholarly refinement, possessing the unyielding nature of a proud bamboo female gentleman.

If she weren’t utterly furious, how could she disregard her elder status and freely criticize the young ones?

Yin Baishuang closed her eyes, suppressing the storm of emotions swirling inside her; when she opened them again, terrifying bloodshot appeared.

Yet she suddenly displayed a bizarrely tranquil smile: "Has Senior Li been hurt internally? Judging when this internal injury happened, perhaps it’s better to maintain this state, while I add a few more strokes."

The scene before was deeply impactful, her mind buzzing, unable to process any thoughts, nearly choking on her fury.

Li Bansheng, known for her graceful and virtuous demeanor, had never witnessed such wanton madness.

Agitated, Li Bansheng’s blood surged, burning fiercely, her heart beating wildly.

Watching as Young Palace Master Yin grew wilder, Li Bansheng’s gaze at her seemed to wish to break her bones and consume her blood.

There was none of her usual graceful poise, instead like a provoked madwoman, she angrily shouted: "You lunatic! How could Yin Dufeng have such a vulgar and shameless daughter! To have Jing’er and you both regarded as the three children of the Heavenly Dao, what an everlasting shame! Aren’t you afraid of being condemned by all, spat upon by the masses?"

Yin Baishuang’s eyes full of mockery: "Is Senior Li losing her mind? I fear not life or death separation, why fear such earthly matters." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Li Bansheng’s expression instantly turned as awful as if she’d swallowed a fly, her fingers gripping the stone surface, causing her knuckles to whiten.

Writing off her boredom, Yin Baishuang, satisfied and no longer patient enough to witness her agonizing regret and collapse of her dao heart.

She picked up the unconscious Baili An, not bothering to glance at her again, then rode out on a flying device, leaving the place.

Until the figures of those two causing chaos in the Eternal Life Pond vanished from sight, Li Bansheng finally relaxed her tense body to survive.

She gazed at the red hair ribbon that had inadvertently slipped down, previously resting between the boy’s brows, the crimson color starkly piercing, cruelly reminding her this absurdity was not merely a surreal dream.

Li Bansheng picked up the red ribbon, gritting her teeth, ready to prop herself up to dress.

As long as she doesn’t mention it, Jing’er will never learn of this heartbreaking matter, surely...

After slightly calming her mood, Li Bansheng’s spirit platform illuminated, Dantian opened wide, beginning to mend inner injuries.

In her abdomen’s Qi Sea, a powerful current emerged, besides eight hundred years ago, when the righteous and demonic paths waged enduring battles of life and death.

Her shattered spirit root, unknown even to Su Guanhai, although usually dormant, at each crucial cultivation breakthrough would evoke an obscure root pain.

As cultivation advanced, the pain transformed into cold fear, permeating bones, reaching organs, eroding life force.

Li Bansheng knew that she no longer had the chance to break through, her lifespan being increasingly eroded by those hidden damages, and this is why she always acted extremely and thought radically concerning Su Jing’s matters.

She worried that one day she might be gone, and Su Guanhai, being a hero who valued the greater good over personal interests, would leave no one to protect her daughter like she did.

Who could have predicted that the ridiculous scene with Yin Baishuang today would give her a mindset to break through the bottleneck?

Years of hidden concerns in her heart were thus resolved ironically, yet Li Bansheng felt not an ounce of gratitude towards Yin Baishuang.

After quietly cultivating for a moment alone, the pure spiritual power in her abdomen circulated slowly, transforming into a warm sensation that lingered long—was it a blessing in disguise?

Amidst her melancholic thoughts, Li Bansheng felt surrounded by demonic barriers, knowing this was the evil seed sown by Yin Baishuang in her heart.

Outside the corridor pavilion, came a faint footstep.

Gentle and light, a white garment pure as snow.

Under a bare pear tree, Su Jing appeared like a graceful crane, her presence as cool and serene as moonlight. Her face was as pale as fine porcelain, with delicate brows, ink-black hair, and deep pupils. Within the half-sheet of snowy chill, there was deep black and handsome color.

Even when facing her biological mother, her gaze remained indifferent and distant.

Seeing the figure in white under the tree, Li Bansheng’s body slightly tensed, her expression instantly unnatural, her gaze shifting away guiltily, nervously saying, "Jing’er, why have you come?"

The wind blew and the tree shook, blowing down the cold white pear blossoms in a flurry. Su Jing brushed off the snow-white petals from her shoulder, her voice as pale and monotone as she was.

"Mother has been healing at the Eternal Life Pond for a long time without coming out. I thought your injuries were severe and came to check on you."

It was clearly a sentence of concern and warmth, yet uttered from her lips, there was not a hint of warmth.

Li Bansheng was used to her daughter’s cold demeanor. Seeing she was as usual and unchanged, she confirmed that Su Jing had just arrived, and felt a great relief.

As long as she didn’t see those two...

She laughed dryly and said, "What could be wrong with Mother? In the Eternal Life Pond, what injury can’t be cured? Jing’er, don’t overthink it."

Su Jing’s gaze fell coldly and she said, "Indeed. Observing Mother’s aura, it’s stronger than before. Not only are the injuries healed, but there are signs of breaking through. It seems there is truly no need for excessive worry."

As she spoke, she seemed to notice something, her delicate eyebrows barely perceptibly furrowed, her gaze dropping, looking at Li Bansheng’s half-wet clinging clothes, without speaking.

Li Bansheng avoided this knife-like scrutinizing gaze, remained silent for a while, seeing her daughter’s expression growing colder, clearly with the intention of leaving.

She quickly said, "Jing’er, you need not go to the Dark Continent to find Princess Si Li anymore. Baili An is fine; there’s no need for you to exhaust yourself, even risking your life for him. He is not... worth it."

Su Jing’s long lashes suddenly lifted, gazing intently at Li Bansheng, her icy expression finally showing a crack.

After a moment, she heard herself croakily speaking, "You’re deceiving me again..."

Before she finished speaking, her gaze fell on the conspicuous red headband in Li Bansheng’s hand, clearly not something belonging to the Taixuan Sect Master’s wife.

Su Jing’s pupils abruptly constricted but quickly regained her extreme icy calmness, "No wonder I felt a trace of the chess piece’s power earlier. So... have they reunited already?"

Li Bansheng, fearing her overthinking, expressed her worry, "Jing’er..."

Suddenly, Su Jing leaned forward, without warning...

Her pale, cold hand covered her mouth as she began coughing violently, piercing red seeping through her fingers.

The not-so-thin white garment revealed her sharp, protruding backbone clearly.

With each violent cough, one could clearly see her tense bones trembling under the clothes.

"It’s nothing." After several muffled coughs, Su Jing nonchalantly released her hand. Her long fingers, between the palms, flowed with a serpentine crimson, her beautiful eyes lowered slightly, a thin layer of mist veiling her eyes, adding a delicate sense of fragility.

Her palm gently closed, arm dropped and stood, her tone light, "This... is fine."

As fog was about to rise, whom did the night truly conceal, with eyes wounded red?