Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1329 - 854: Horsetail Whisk and Sword

Su Jing, without a word, threw the knife to him.

Baili An continued, "I’ll go back to the Meng Mansion with you to get to the bottom of this. I’m also quite curious how the prestigious Young Master of the Ghost Sect ended up secretly keeping such fierce ghosts."

Shang Hong was shaken, his face full of disbelief!

But upon detailed consideration, he felt that the Young Master of the Ghost Sect’s initiative to come and offer help today was indeed full of suspiciousness.

"Su Jing, you head back to the sect first and inform Uncle Su about what’s happening here."

Baili An, although already considering some ideas, was still too weak in strength.

Su Jing firmly held onto his sleeve, refusing to let go, stubbornly saying, "No, you come back with me! If I’m not around, they’ll bully you."

Baili An shook his head and said, "If someone smears me with dirt, running away will only make the dirt even filthier. Though I’m weak and mediocre, I will never let others manipulate me!"

Su Jing couldn’t persuade him, so he had to compromise.

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...

The Meng Mansion was enveloped in a cold sadness.

The old butler was wiping his tears while struggling to remain composed and in charge.

And since the original backbone of the family, Meng Zifei, was also killed by a fierce ghost, all the burdens could only fall on his shoulders.

Zheng Siyan, expressionless, tore off the Binding Spirit Talismans one by one from the walls and stone pillars.

Every time he tore off a talisman, a flame burst forth from his palm, reducing it to ashes.

When he reached the deserted corner of the corridor, there was another shadow in the otherwise empty and quiet hallway.

Zheng Siyan halted his steps, narrowed his hawk-like sharp eyes, and his mouth slowly curved into a cold smile.

"The fish has taken the bait..."

The sound originated from the shadow on the ground, but there was no one there, yet the shadow stood at an angle, looking extremely eerie.

The shadow had an elegant and slender outline, suggesting someone with a longsword on their back, the hem of their shadowy clothes fluttering lightly in the wind, bringing a sense of refined elegance.

If one were to disregard the eerie atmosphere and scene at the moment, the mere outline of the shadow alone felt quite immortal-like.

Zheng Siyan pressed a palm against the wall.

Rustle, rustle...

The talismans attached to the walls immediately erupted into flames without any external fire source.

He wore a cruel, ferocious smile on his face, whispering, "I will make that kid’s reputation utterly ruined! Even if the great Sect Master of the Tianxi Sword Sect came, they wouldn’t be able to save him."

"Heh..."

A chuckle, like a slight disdain, said, "The great Sect Master? I wish that Sect Master would arrive sooner."

Zheng Siyan fixated on the shadow on the ground, "What do you mean by that?"

The shadow said, "From my understanding of Baili An, your current setup has too many flaws.

With his intellect, he could easily see that the ghost was coming after him. Even if the net is tightly woven, he possesses extraordinary wisdom, and he could turn a losing battle into a winning one."

Zheng Siyan dismissed it. In his memory, Baili An was someone who found even cultivation extremely difficult, what potential could he have?

He scorned, "Chasing ghosts and killing people, using Evil Techniques, relying solely on his title as the Young Master of Bai Tuo Mountain won’t save him."

"Then you’re wrong." The shadow seemed to chuckle lightly, its body slightly moving, saying, "Precisely the name of the Young Master of Bai Tuo Mountain will become the sharpest blade to kill him!"

The shadow spoke with innate confidence.

With a slightly low and certain tone, it said, "If Baili Yu does not come, Baili An will undoubtedly find a way out, leveraging gaps within the net, but if he does come..."

The shadow chuckled softly, appearing somewhat pleased.

As if knowing for sure that Baili Yu would indeed come, the tone suddenly became extremely eerie, "Then Baili An will have no choice but to die!"

Zheng Siyan showed a happy smile, "In that case, Meng Zifei’s death wasn’t in vain."

The shadow swayed, seemingly blurred as if pulled by the wind, its voice fluctuating between faint and clear, "He won’t die..."

...

When Baili An followed Shang Hong back to the Meng Mansion, he saw the old butler had prepared a new coffin, being carried into the main entrance of the mansion.

But just as they entered, there was a loud, dull thud.

The servants carrying the coffin were stunned by the scene before their eyes, the heavy coffin crashing to the ground as they finally reacted, their faces turned pale with fright, screaming, "A zombie!!"

The servants scattered in all directions.

And the old butler, after witnessing one incomprehensible incident after another, was finally hit with such a shocking blow that his heart couldn’t bear it anymore, fainting on the spot, his eyelids fluttering.

In the main hall, only Meng Zixuan, covered in blood, sat there with bewildered eyes looking at Baili An and Shang Hong.

The blood hole in his chest had already returned to its original skin, and the bloodstains on his clothes were dried and blackened by the wind.

Although his current appearance seemed tragic, he was indeed sitting there alive.

Seeing his cousin resurrected, Shang Hong’s joy froze deeply in his pupils before it could spread across his face.

The color drained completely from his face, as if witnessing a scene of utter despair, even powerless to hold onto his mighty sword as it slipped from his grip.

Sure, here is the translation:

Baili An couldn’t bear to look, feeling great admiration for the woman, yet his clear, bright eyes, akin to obsidian, reflected slight complexity and depth.

Behind Meng Zifei, the woman was held tightly like a treasure lost and regained.

The woman buried her face in his neck, her expression unclear.

But through Baili An’s eyes, he could see the woman’s body, now like a giant sieve, with pure Spiritual Power pouring out at an alarming rate.

Her once fully black hair, now mingled with streaks of defeated gray, and the skin exposed beyond her clothes no longer shimmered with spirituality, as if her vitality had been forcibly stolen away.

Even more glaring was the deep sword wound on Shang Ying’s chest.

Through that wound, Baili An could easily imagine her resolute determination at the moment she drew the sword from her body, extracting her Spirit Root to transfer it to Meng Zifei in her arms.

The crimson Daoist robe was further stained with a dazzling red, with Blood Pearls dripping down on the marble floor, dyeing it scarlet.

Meng Zifei was completely stunned, grabbing his hair with great effort to comprehend what had truly happened.

Even though he had never had Spiritual Power coursing through him, the new presence and transformation within his body couldn’t help but suggest what it was.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

He clutched his hair, breaking down in tears like a madman, holding Shang Ying like a child, howling in grief.

Upon hearing his cries, Shang Ying’s body trembled slightly, and she slowly lifted the face buried in his neck.

That face... no longer youthful and beautiful as before, now resembled a woman in her thirties.

Deep crow’s feet marked the corners of her eyes, and the age and exhaustion on her face were even worse than a woman in her thirties, yet her eyes remained unfathomably gentle.

Meng Zifei didn’t die.

But Shang Ying paid an enormous price, bearing the Spirit Root, with power and longevity far beyond mortals, as the pride of the Immortal Sect within the Lihe Sect, with endless potential to reach the Immortal Path.

But she didn’t want any of that.

She gave her Spirit Root to a mortal.

Abandoning her most beautiful years and appearance, forcibly removing the Spirit Root, enduring physical trauma, her lifespan fell short even of ordinary mortals.

Baili An looked at the sorrowfully crying Meng Zifei with a complex gaze, tightly holding Shang Ying, fearing she would vanish if he let go, his voice hoarse, choking but incredibly sincere and urgent: "Shang Ying, let’s get married?"

Shang Ying looked at the man in her arms, momentarily dazed, her eyes empty and bewildered for an instant. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Then those emotions rapidly vanished.

She gently laughed, her eyes very soft: "I’d rather not, I don’t want to marry you anymore."

She used to want it so much, even knowing he was a mortal with no cultivation, his lifespan less than a hundred years.

In her youth and beauty, his body would hunch like a mortal, hair gray, eventually dying before her eyes.

Despite that, she still wanted to marry him.

But now the positions were reversed, she no longer wanted to marry.

Sometimes women can be so capricious.

Under Meng Zifei’s vacant gaze, she gently pushed him away, even with the deep crimson wound on her chest, she still smiled warmly, showing a trace of young shadow between her brows:

"Zifei, live well, now you can cultivate, are you happy?"

Whether Meng Zifei was happy or not is unknown.

But at this moment, the smile on Shang Ying’s face made it evident she was indeed very happy.

The person she loved, cold body regaining warmth, so easily reachable, how couldn’t she be happy?

In this moment, she suddenly felt that nothing else mattered.

Pursuing eternal life through thousands of years of cultivation meant nothing compared to him standing wholly before her now.

Shang Ying reshaped him, then gently pushed him away with her hand, clutching the bleeding heart, staggering to her feet.

Meng Zifei paled, wanting to support her, but she avoided him.

Her face no longer radiant but serene, she softly said: "I’m a bit tired, I’ll go rest in the room for a while."

At the Meng Mansion, Meng Zifei had always kept a room for her, cleaned daily, even if she rarely returned all year.

She was aware of that.

Watching her stumble away, weakly, Meng Zifei felt as though something terribly crucial inside his life was drifting away.

He stared blankly at the horsetail whisk and the sword lying silently on the ground.

Not taken by her, she was already an ordinary weak mortal, unable to command these weapons again.

Seeing these, Meng Zifei’s breath hitched fiercely, as if a needle pierced his heart.

Shang Hong didn’t speak a word, nor forcibly retained Baili An, let alone rage like a maddened lion.

Silently, he picked up the fallen blade on the ground and said to the equally heartbroken Meng Zifei: "I’m going back to the Lihe Sect, you... take care."

Finish speaking without another glance at Baili An, he left the Meng Mansion straight away.

The menace of the Evil Spirit had gone beyond just harming mortals, now that his sister’s cultivation and Spirit Root were lost because of the Evil Spirit, naturally he had to seek out his sect master for assistance.

Even knowing that there’s no restoration possible, Shang Hong still refused to accept this cruel truth.