Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1414 - 896: Submit to Me and Share Family Bliss
Ying Ji had a look of utter certainty: "Isn’t it said that I should meet with Gu Sansong of the Wandao Immortal Alliance? Let me see, just what kind of riff-raff dares to cause trouble atop my head."
Such an appearance of wanting to go and demand accountability...
But Baili An knew that Ying Ji’s desire to hold him accountable was false; she truly just wanted to stay by his side to protect him.
This Baili An wouldn’t accept, and immediately refused: "No, Mother, you don’t have a Spirit Root to protect you, you can’t lightly leave the Central Netherworld Dynasty." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Years ago, she had extracted her own spirit root to supplement Baili Yu; if it weren’t for the Spirit of Houtu protecting and nurturing her in the Central Netherworld Dynasty, she would have cooled long ago.
Three years ago she left the Central Netherworld to go to the Tianxi Sword Sect to protect the little cottage in the east, merely that move caused huge depletion, requiring a full three years to recover and still not completely healed.
Baili An couldn’t allow her to run around willfully.
Upon hearing this, Ying Ji furrowed her brows, looking Baili An up and down, saying: "How do you know I don’t have a Spirit Root?"
She concealed this matter very well, even Baili Yu himself didn’t know that the Spirit Root in his heart was hers.
But this child revealed the secret with one sentence.
Ying Ji looked at Baili An with a skeptical gaze: "What is your relationship with the Princess of Qin Country? She even told you such an important secret?"
Baili An was taken aback by this meaningful glance, instinctively glancing at Yin Baishuang.
Sure enough, he saw her previously sunny little face now entirely clouded over.
She let out a long "Oh?" Squatting down, resting her chin in her hand, she smirked without smiling: "Seems like little An is also quite charming to those big charming aunties~"
Baili An waved his hands quickly, annoyed: "Mother!!! Don’t divert trouble, my relationship with the Princess is innocent and pure. She told me this purely by coincidence! No matter what you say today, I won’t allow you to accompany me on this journey!"
Ying Ji glanced at Baili An with an emotionless face, pulling out a handkerchief, wiping nonexistent tears.
Then she let out a cool whimper and leaned into Yin Baishuang’s embrace, with a bit of grievance and a bit of emptiness: "Look at him..."
Yin Baishuang let out a sidelong glance, protecting Ying Ji’s head with her arm, holding her in her embrace: "You just try to be fierce to her!"
Baili An found these words familiarly inexplicable, thinking since when did you two become so collusive and affectionate?
"What is wrong with not having a Spirit Root? Does it mean being confined in the Central Netherworld Dynasty forever, unable to go anywhere?"
"Little An, you even lost your own bones! Aren’t you also reliant on the Houtu’s Soul Suppressing Pearl to stay? You can bounce around the world, why should others not be allowed out."
"Exactly, exactly, they say sons will grow up and no longer be able to stay. Mother feels so heartbroken, crunch... crunch..." Ying Ji nodded repeatedly as she cracked seeds in Yin Baishuang’s embrace.
Baili An was speechless, thinking how can you be so heartbroken yet still crack seeds?
Yin Baishuang knew what Baili An was worried about, and added: "Houtu, is also the essence of Xuanyin, and my Taixuan Sect’s Five Directions Cold Ice is also a treasure of Xuanyin. If Mother carries it, there won’t be a big problem in the short term.
Moreover, my father has connections with Guyin Country. Once I return, I’ll have Father run a trip to see if we can invite that gentleman Ji Bai to reshape Mother’s Spirit Root and eliminate future concerns, isn’t that better?"
Baili An didn’t know that the Five Directions Cold Ice had such effects, with words said to this extent, he couldn’t continue insisting.
Besides, Mother protects the Central Netherworld year after year, rarely traveling the Mortal World to see the flavors and charm of the world.
With this opportunity, the two of them, mother and son, could travel the Four Seas together, which seemed like fulfilling a childhood dream.
He knew Yin Baishuang was so keen to encourage because she knew his unreachable childhood fantasies and aspirations.
How could he let down her good intentions?
After leaving the Central Netherworld Dynasty’s Earth Realm, Baili An put on Ying Ji’s mask again, and the mask from the Royal Hall given to him was crucial.
Though those who have seen the Central Netherworld Empress are indeed few, among the Hundred Immortal Sects of the Mortal World, there are a few who have seen her appearance.
Wearing the mask, Her Majesty Ying Ji becomes just an ordinary female cultivator with no distinguishing aura.
Leaving the Central Netherworld Dynasty, heading west 350 miles, Yin Baishuang did not travel with him on the main road.
Now Baili An was under the guise of Ying Xiu’s identity; if she followed him closely, it would inevitably raise suspicion.
Amid gentle rain and murmuring winds, a Kushan Taoist Temple was visible, with two flickering lanterns swaying in the rainy winds, the faint incense scent of the temple unmasked by the continuous rain.
A haggard yellow-robed Taoist elder leaned on a cane, leading a donkey slowly down the mountain, bowing deeply to Baili An: "Young master, the Alliance Hierarch has been waiting for a long time."
The Taoist’s voice drifted lightly in the pattering rain, carrying a hint of eerie weakness.
His skin appeared loose, rendering his cheekbones extremely high, and his face pale as paper, showing no signs of vitality, with a pair of dark eyes like ink-stained dead stones embedded in his hollow eye sockets.
This skeletal elder, emerging from deep forest and hills like a ghost, truly gave a chilling sensation down one’s back.
Fortunately, Baili An and the others have seen many big scenes, so they wouldn’t be scared.
Following this thin Taoist, they reached the old Taoist temple.
Though small, the inner hall housed all the Three Pure Ones’ divine statues.
Beside the temple’s seats, sat a purple-robed scholar, leisurely lighting incense.
Seeing the three enter the temple, the middle-aged scholar nodded slightly, his refined eyebrows and eyes conveying a gentle, scholar-like deception.
