Journey to the End of the Night

Chapter 1709: Chapter 1021: Interception

"These words truly don’t sound like something that would come from Baili the Sword Master’s mouth. During the war between the righteous and the demonic paths back then, when Baili the Sword Master borrowed the forces of my Central Netherworld, he didn’t advise me to hold back."

Baili Yu’s expression froze for a moment, and with a hint of irritation, he said, "Why do you keep bringing up those old matters at a time like this?

Ying Ji, why is it that whenever I want to treat you well, you always use such sharpness to hurt others? Hurting others and yourself, do you truly find joy in it?"

"If you don’t appear in front of me, I would be quite happy."

Ying Ji laughed freely, clearly unwilling to spend more time with him in this Soul Punishment Tomb.

People like Baili Yu will always live in their own worlds. When first meeting him, you might be drawn to his dazzling aura.

He is full of heroism and ambition, which might ignite a fiery ideal within you to create a grand future together.

But after spending more time with him, you will realize that his ideals and ambitions will always only belong to him alone.

Whether it’s the Empress of Central Netherworld or the Princess of the Country of Qin, to him, they’re ultimately just women in the background.

Women are ultimately women, they’re meant to reflect by the waterside, be considerate to their husbands, understand them, hand over their knowledge and skills, the Blade to resist enemies, letting their men alone bear the burden of the world.

Because in his heart, a woman, no matter how strong, is ultimately just a woman.

Such ideals and ambitions are far too uninteresting for Ying Ji, who cut through the Dynasty spanning the realms of yin and yang with a single sword.

She pushed away Baili Yu, stood up straight, glanced down at the strands of silver among the black hair on her chest, feeling little emotional upheaval.

The Empress of Central Netherworld has never relied on grooming and appearance to please men.

She, who sits in Central Netherworld, has seen countless births, old age, sickness, and death.

Aging, death — if she feared and avoided these, she wouldn’t have become the Empress of Central Netherworld.

Ying Ji looked up at the extremely deep sword scar above the deep sea, with unconcealed fatigue in her eyes.

She said flatly, "In the short term, no new monsters will invade the Soul Punishment Tomb, but since this sword cut is made by you, Sword Master, you will have to clean up the mess yourself."

After saying this, the wind beneath her feet turned into feathers, lifting her tired and weak body towards the crack.

Coming to this Soul Punishment Tomb delayed an entire day and night, arriving in a hurry.

She couldn’t even leave a letter for little An, and if she didn’t return soon, he might get anxious.

The aftereffects of using the secret technique of Central Netherworld, ’Hundred Ways Lost Path’, are quite terrifying.

Ying Ji looked up at the sword scar crack distorted slightly by the light refracted from the seabed, her consciousness beginning to drift away, her senses gradually dulling.

Kinda tired...

After returning, she wanted to sleep well in the soft bedding.

After waking up, she wanted to eat pepper pickled fresh shrimp, garlic paste, and spicy crabs made by her son.

Speaking of which, having acted so recklessly today, once little An finds out, he might inevitably throw a little tantrum.

Don’t be fooled by how gentle he is usually; when truly angered, he’s not easy to coax...

Ying Ji thought hazily, before going back, maybe she should wander around the city market and buy a little cat or dog to appease him.

That child has liked such trinkets since he was little.

Baili Yu wouldn’t allow him to raise them; for a mother, there aren’t that many rules.

Thinking this, a thin smile naturally surfaced in Ying Ji’s black eyes.

"Ying Ji!!!!!!!!"

Just then, a hoarse and exhausted roar came from below, full of madness and terror.

Under the backlash of the ’Hundred Ways Lost Path’, Ying Ji’s senses waned, making Baili Yu’s heart-wrenching roar indistinct.

The light above suddenly brightened, the cut in the sword scar under the deep sea was suddenly torn open by a force, and she saw a familiar face.

But that face was twisted and ferocious, filled with endless crimson that overwhelmed his eyes.

He was shouting something, as if calling for her.

For some reason, seeing Baili An like this made Ying Ji feel suddenly sad.

She wanted to go over, to hold him, to comfort him.

Ying Ji lifted the wind feathers below her, wanting to catch his falling figure from the overseas world.

The strange thing is, at this moment, he is rapidly falling towards the Soul Punishment Tomb, yet the distance between them is increasing.

On the contrary, Baili Yu’s roar is getting closer to her.

The wind roared like a raging wave; it was then that Ying Ji realized the wind feathers beneath her feet had disappeared unnoticed.

She was descending towards the Soul Punishment Tomb again.

Her cheeks were wet with a cool liquid, and amid the chaotic winds with her eyes open, Ying Ji saw each crystalline Blood Pearl rising against the descent.

Immediately, a wet feeling spread from her back, Ying Ji raised her hands in a daze, looking at the fresh blood in her palms, her pupils trembling slightly.

When did she... get wounded?

Amid the intersecting light and shadow, a void suddenly burst open, revealing a tall figure.

Baili Yu gritted his teeth, shouting her name with trembling rage, stepping upon a thousand Light Swords, flying up, intending to catch her falling body.

Yet before his fingers could touch her hem, the figure in the void fracture vanished abruptly, appearing in the Soul Punishment Tomb the next instant.

He leisurely tapped his feet, crushing the Light Swords surrounding Baili Yu into colorful fragments.

Baili Yu spat fresh blood; the Dao Sword in his hand shattered into fragments.

The mighty sword movement rose and fell in an instant, and under Baili Yu’s crimson gaze, a finger suddenly appeared.

The finger was withered and stick-thin, with deeply lined finger pads, flexing to tap upon his brow...

"Boom!!!"

Baili Yu’s vitality crumbled, his whole body was blasted ten feet away.

He endured the physical ache from the skeletal quake, fresh blood oozing from his mouth and nose, his brow deeply concave with a horrible mark.

Baili Yu’s expression twisted viciously, flipping up with sword qi fiercely rising at his fingertips.

The dust dispersed, Golden Immortal Feng Xu was single-handedly grasping Ying Ji’s neck, looking with a mocking sidelong glance at Baili Yu.

Baili Yu’s vision was filled with blood-red, staring fiercely at him, "Let her go!"

"As you wish." Golden Immortal Feng Xu shrugged indifferently, flicking his hand to throw away Ying Ji, half of her body stained thoroughly red with blood.

Baili Yu’s eyes nearly shattered, intending to rise up to catch her.

Unexpectedly, a figure appeared even quicker, intercepting in front of him, catching Ying Ji before he could.

Recognizing the person’s face, Baili Yu’s fury intensified threefold: "It’s you!"

Golden Immortal Feng Xu chuckled deeply, lightly "Oh?"

"Is it you, boy? I didn’t notice, you truly have some genuine feelings for this Empress of the Central Netherworld, daring to intrude recklessly into this certain death place like the Soul Punishment Tomb."

Baili An lowered his eyes to look at Ying Ji, carefully and gently wiping away the blood stains from her lips and the dust from her face.

Under his palm, that face was pale without a trace of blood, the exposed neck over the scarlet collar looked weakly pale, as if it would snap with a light pinch.

Her body, once somewhat plump under the wide robes, had become bone-protruding thin, as if someone had drained most of her Essence Blood.

"Little... An." Ying Ji’s voice was barely audible, filled with an exhausting fatigue, sweat beading finely on her forehead, appearing extremely pained.

Baili An pursed his lips tightly, stealthily touching under her clothes.

He discovered three slightly raised hard points on her back.

With a gentle press, he saw fresh blood trickle from the corners of her pale lips, her brows furrowed painfully.

Baili An’s heart chilled, and he activated his spiritual power to carefully sense, discovering three long, deathly cold needles deeply embedded in her body.

The three needles were continuously drawing out her qi and Life Force.

He attempted to expel them with Spiritual Power, but found they seemed to have rooted in her bones.

If forcibly extracted, it would inevitably first shatter her entire body’s meridians and bones.

Baili An’s fury surged like a mountain; in the past cold, dead, and despairing years, he had never felt such intense hatred towards anyone as he did now.

"Golden! Immortal! Feng! Xu!"

(For several days, every time at this hour, the body starts to feel cold and uncomfortable.)

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