Chapter 101 - 101 101 The Little Monster

101: Chapter 101: The Little Monster 101: Chapter 101: The Little Monster “Although I must admit that, in certain respects, you kid can indeed be considered a little freak who can break the norm, you were able to draw the sword from its sheath without it recognizing a master. I imagine even our Sect Master would be shocked to learn of this. But drawing a sword is one thing, that relies on luck and opportunity. Cultivating the Spiritual Path requires that one-in-a-million talent, and not everyone might even touch that threshold. You’ve merely dabbled superficially for ten days, and you think you can cultivate spiritual power? It’s utterly fanciful. If our Sect Master knew, he would certainly scold you for aiming too high. When cultivating a new domain, you should first solidify your foundational skills in your own field. You should know that biting off more than one can chew…” “Crack…” Interrupting Jin Sheng’s incessant chatter was a sound like a blade scraping across a wooden board. “…” Jin Sheng’s eyes bulged, his whole person looking as if a ghost had choked him, his eyeballs nearly popping out of his skull. Not far away, Meng Zifei, who was laboriously working, transporting barrel after barrel of clear water and pouring it into a lake, saw this scene. He trembled so much that a whole barrel of water poured down over his head, drenching him completely, yet he hardly noticed. Baili An slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with expectation as he looked at the scratch on the wooden board, then he shook his head in disappointment and said, “No good, it’s a bit crooked.” Faced with this disappointed expression from Baili An, Jin Sheng looked like he was so constipated that his face turned an iron blue! That’s still not good enough! You, who have only just begun to delve into the spiritual domain, were asking him what spiritual power was like a newbie in the first half of your conversation. In the latter half, before he could finish his mocking lecture, you managed to grasp the Spiritual Path on your own, leaving a mark on the board, albeit a slightly crooked one. You’re not content with this, why don’t you just fly to the heavens! To this, Lin Yuan didn’t exhibit the same shock as the others. To her, Baili An was the new Mountain Lord that her mountain father had been waiting for many years, naturally not something that could be measured by ordinary standards. Even the two Demon Sect puppets that not even Thirteen Swords Jin Sheng could dispel, he managed to patiently outmaneuver and strategize step by step. In a desperate situation with no chance of victory, he lured the enemy into the trap he had set. Overcoming the strong while remaining composed in danger, if he did not possess extraordinary talent, it would be rather unexpected. “Mountain Lord, you’ve been diligently researching for many days, remember to balance work and rest, and relax your mind,” she said. Lin Yuan brought over a wooden vessel filled with liquid as red as pomegranate juice, which at first glance one would mistake for freshly squeezed fruit juice. But Jin Sheng, who knew Baili An’s identity, understood that it wasn’t any kind of juice. Baili An put down his target and looked up at Lin Yuan. Seeing the sharp, crimson wound on her delicate wrist, he said with resignation, “You really didn’t have to do this.” Lin Yuan frowned in dissatisfaction and assertively pushed the vessel into his hands, saying, “The Mountain Lord has lost his deer, it’s been ten days now, no need to force yourself.” Baili An, who hadn’t eaten for ten days, was indeed at risk of falling into a dangerous state. With no other option, he drank down the cup of fresh blood. And who knows… how long these days of surviving on the blood of companions will last. Meng Zifei, setting down the water jar, smiled and said, “Miss Lin, when did you start making juice?” Lin Yuan’s expression shifted slightly, pondering how to respond, when Baili An’s gentle voice arose. “Young Master Meng, now that the crisis in the mountains has passed and you have recovered your own weapon, I see that the phenomenon over the Demon Cave on the other side of the sea is gradually fading, and most cultivators are on their way back. Young Master Meng, unlike the villagers in the mountains who have no cultivation at all, when do you plan to leave the mountains?” Lin Yuan immediately looked at Baili An in surprise, somewhat puzzled. In her memory, Baili An was never one to be impolite. He was gentle in nature and modest in his approach to others, so why has he issued such a straightforward eviction order today? Although Young Master Meng wasn’t a native of the Mountain Realm, he was still a companion of those cultivators. Ignorance isn’t a sin, and afterwards, Young Master Meng still fearlessly stood by their side, fighting shoulder to shoulder with them; he deserved to be considered a comrade in arms. But now, it seems… In Baili An’s heart, that may not be the case. Young Master Meng also paused upon hearing this, then politely smiled and said, “You are right. With Kongcang Mountain in a period of reorganization, and as an outsider, Zifei overstaying for ten days is already inconvenient.” Understanding Baili An’s wish for him to leave, Meng Zifei gracefully expressed his understanding without further entanglement and left decisively. “Mountain Lord… was that not a bit… too much?” Lin Yuan hesitated. “Do you also think it was excessive?” Baili An’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze flickering. Looking in the direction where Meng Zifei left, he smiled faintly, “In this world, there may be many coincidences, but when many coincidences are linked together… then they’re no longer coincidences.” Lin Yuan was taken aback and said thoughtfully, “You mean… Young Master Meng has ulterior motives, actually cut from the same cloth as Wen Yu.” Baili An chuckled and shook his head, “No, they’re not cut from the same cloth, how could they be? As to whether his intentions are pure… Human hearts are the most unpredictable, and are we not foolhardy to think we can easily see through them? But, Sister Lin Yuan, don’t forget, among those who entered the Mountain Realm that day… It was Young Master Meng who led them. This alone proves that the man is not as simple as he seems on the surface.” “And besides…” he looked down at the pitch-black heart in his palm, his lips curving up slightly, “I can’t believe that with his abilities, he didn’t see the person behind the puppets.” Lin Yuan frowned slightly, “This is baseless…” “No need for evidence.” Baili An interrupted softly, looking up into Lin Yuan’s beautiful blue eyes, and smiled, “The Mountain Realm is now full of scars and can no longer afford any risk. Meng Zifei himself carries an implicit risk. Letting him leave is the best option. After all… the Demon Sect has not yet obtained the River of Blood they desire, and the person they hope can inherit the River of Blood…” Speaking, his lips tightened sharply, his tone turning icy, “Wen Yu is dead, and from this group of people, only Young Master Meng is left alive.” With so many coincidences, the truth is not far off. However, Baili An currently has too much on his plate and hasn’t the mind to prove all of these things, so he simply chose to send the man away. It was a mere breach of etiquette, and to him, it meant nothing. Lin Yuan watched Baili An silently for a long while, then sighed softly, “Regardless, I hope you won’t put all the burden on yourself alone; I’m here, along with Guiyuan.” You are responsible for protecting Kongcang, and we… are responsible for protecting you. With Meng Zifei gone, Jin Sheng suddenly felt like the only outsider left. Feeling awkward all over, he then heard Baili An suddenly ask, “Jin Sheng, how is your right hand recovering now?”