Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1323 - 850: Little Ghost Kills (Part 2)

Su Jing’s calm, tranquil small face, which rare moments it had when bidding farewell to the green lamp, instantaneously transformed into one shadowed by a sinister energy.

Her small hands transformed into palms, lifted up impassively and struck down fiercely.

The frail palm wind abruptly wielded the fierceness of a blade, striking the youth’s flying kick at the shin with a sharp sound.

Bones lightly shattered, the youth only felt intense pain in his shin, a slight fracture, a great force compelled him to halt his movements, his foot fiercely landed on the ground, causing the bluestone ground to split apart.

Baili An frowned and turned around, watching Su Jing indifferently withdraw her palm and massage it, then she looked at the young man in black with a calm gaze: "Who are you?"

The young man in black, upon failing the sneak attack, ceased his actions and with a cold smile, slightly raised his head with an arrogant expression: "Young Master of Jiuyuan Mountain Ghost Sect, Zheng Siyan."

Upon hearing this name, Baili An’s eyebrows moved slightly.

Zheng Siyan of the Ghost Sect is renowned among the younger generation of cultivators.

At only twenty-five years of age, he already possesses a Ninth Grade cultivation realm.

Focusing on that elusive First Grade realm, he is merely one step away, truly a leader among the younger generation.

Although the strength of the Ghost Sect does not match up to the three great cultivation sects of Tianxi Sword Sect, Taixuan Sect, and Cangwu Palace, it stands as one of the most prominent sects among the myriad cultivating forces.

Baili An had left Bai Tuo Mountain for merely a year, believing he had no grievances with the Ghost Sect, and certainly had not tangled with its Young Master, why would he go out of his way to trouble him?

Baili An did not use the title of Bai Tuo Mountain’s Young Master to oppress others with power, he found it disgraceful: "So, what do you want with me?"

Zheng Siyan threw the portrait he was holding to the ground, a portrait of a young boy smiling was laid out before Baili An and Su Jing.

With an absolutely haughty demeanor, he used his chin to look at them and said: "I know who you are, the worthless Young Master from Tianxi Sword Sect’s Bai Tuo Mountain, Baili An."

Baili An’s eyes moved slightly, his face showing no anger, he said calmly: "Whether I am worthless is not for you to define, nor is it a reason for you to trouble me."

Zheng Siyan sneered: "A reason? Whether you are worthless is naturally no concern of mine, but you shouldn’t wish for what you shouldn’t have."

Baili An didn’t want to waste words with this person, he didn’t wish for his recent good mood, nor Su Jing’s rare birthday celebration to be ruined by such a person.

"Su Jing, let’s go."

Su Jing shook her head, although those words of worthless were not directed at her, her anger still flared up.

She stared keenly at Zheng Siyan’s face, seriously saying: "Beat him up!"

Baili An shook his head, although Su Jing didn’t understand cultivation, she was naturally strong, and the black Fire of her birth had an extraordinary power.

Even though Zheng Siyan had the strength of Ninth Grade seeking Dao, in a true life and death struggle, it is uncertain who would win.

Yet Zheng Siyan clearly was targeting him, there was no need to involve Su Jing.

"Beat me up? Where does this arrogant dark-skinned boy come from? I advise you not to meddle in Ghost Sect’s affairs." Zheng Siyan threatened fiercely with his eyes.

Baili An took Su Jing’s hand, no longer glancing at the yelling Zheng Siyan, he detested pointless arguments with people.

Watching the two’s departing figure, Zheng Siyan’s eyes sank even more sinisterly, suddenly he spoke:

"You asked me why I am troubling you, now I’ll tell you, Yin Baishuang of Cangwu Palace, she’s my, Zheng Siyan’s fiancée, if you dare make a move on her, I’ll be the first to kill you!"

Baili An’s steps halted, he released Su Jing’s wrist but didn’t turn back, his voice wasn’t calm nor was it wavering as he said: "I won’t, wouldn’t dare!"

"Won’t? Wouldn’t dare?" Zheng Siyan squinted his cold eyes, sneering: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, she won’t become your fiancée, if you dare to take her, I will take her back." Baili An’s wording was rather unconventional.

Take her back, because she is his, thus he will take her back.

"And by wouldn’t dare, I mean..." Baili An slightly turned his youthful, charming face, his eyes spotless from cold, as tranquil as water resting in a thousand-year-old pond.

He spoke each word clearly: "You don’t dare kill me, Jiuyuan Mountain Ghost Sect cannot bear the consequences."

Baili An does not enjoy using background to pressure others, so his words did not have the slightest pressure, just calmly stating reality.

But when these words reached Zheng Siyan’s ears, they were nothing short of severe humiliation, like a slap on his face.

On the back of his hand bulged out enlarged veins, fist creaking tightly within his sleeve, he gritted his teeth, his face increasingly sinister as he watched the figures disappear into the crowd, eyes brewing terrifying magic-like flame.

He ground his teeth fiercely snarling: "Won’t dare...won’t dare! Is there really anything I, Zheng Siyan, dare not do in this world!"

In fact, Baili An was right.

In fact, he came today only to give him a show of force, never intending to take his life.

Because he didn’t dare.

But when he found that this kid was impervious, determined to eat up Yin Baishuang, the flame in his heart began to crazily scorch his body.

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"By the way, midnight is fast approaching, haven’t you chosen a birthday gift yet?" Baili An said as he walked side by side with Su Jing along the riverbank.

Su Jing looked up at the fireworks filling the city, stunningly beautiful.

The dazzling glow of the fireworks was reflected in her dark eyes, very beautiful.

She shook her head, revealing a quiet smile, and said, "I have already received a gift, a rabbit lantern. This fireworks show is the best birthday gift I’ve received."

Baili An stared blankly at her small face in profile, without saying a word.

Even though it was already late at night, the streets were still crowded, with one folk performance after another taking place.

The fireworks of the bustling city seemed never-ending, lighting up half the night sky.

At this moment...

A piercing scream broke the beauty and harmony of the city and the scene.

"A corpse!!!!!!!"

In the bustling market ahead, the originally orderly crowd suddenly began fleeing in all directions.

Baili An turned his gaze to see, amidst the scattering chaos, a mass of pitch-black mist-like gas that mortals couldn’t see, rapidly surging out of the crowd.

As the black mist touched others, they fell silently, their eyes rolling back, as if their life’s energy was stolen, falling down stiffly, lifeless.

As the black mist brushed past Baili An...

Baili An’s pupils suddenly shrank!

He saw within the thick black mist, a sinister pair of blood-red eyes flashing briefly, their gaze meeting Baili An’s.

In that instant, a ghastly laughter exploded in his mind.

The laughter was piercing, making his head feel like it would split!

Baili An gripped his head tightly, moaning in pain.

Su Jing’s face changed greatly, having also seen that black mist: "What’s wrong with you?"

Bright red nosebleed trickled down from Baili An’s nostrils, and he felt like his body was steeped in icy water for three whole days.

He shook his head forcefully, striving to activate the Supreme Dao Pure Sword Technique.

The green glow of the technique emanated from his spirit platform, dispelling the intense chill of yin energy, his complexion barely improved a bit.

"It’s nothing; there’s been a death ahead, let’s go take a look."

Though Su Jing’s spiritual senses weren’t open, she knew that the pitch-black thing was no good, she nodded serious-faced.

Baili An, following a trail of bodies, saw those dead mortals with foreheads darkened, apparently dying due to yin energy entering their bodies, while sporadic tragic cries echoed from ahead.

The voice sounded strangely familiar.

Looking into the distance, the empty street was littered with countless crushed lanterns and snacks amid the recent chaos.

And that Young Master Meng, with whom Baili An had only a nodding acquaintance, clutched the corpse of the female companion he recently strolled the streets with, crying out in heartbreak.

The woman’s death was extremely tragic, eyes wide open, devoid of pupils, only lifeless white irises, her features twisted beyond recognition.

Were it not for her familiar clothing, Baili An would have struggled to recognize her.

"Young Master Meng?"