Chapter 141 - 141 140 No This is Your Flute

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Chapter 141 of "Journey to the End of the Night" starts the action: 141: Chapter 140: No, This is Your Flute 141: Chapter 140: No, This is Your... Find out what happens!

141: Chapter 140: No, This is Your Flute 141: Chapter 140: No, This is Your Flute Perhaps what Wen Hanwei spoke of was the best way to survive for him, yet it was not what he wanted. Baili An carefully and respectfully folded the handkerchief in his palm and stored it away. It wasn’t about the romance of men and women, but rather the friendship and goodwill that were hard to come by in this mortal world. For the corpse demon, such a simple handkerchief was too beautiful and warm; it was not something that could be taken for granted and held in the hand. Therefore, he had to cherish and treasure it. He looked at Wen Hanwei, his eyes were bright and calm in this dark and blotchy world, “Without dreams, why need a faraway place? If Sister Wen doesn’t want to tell me, she must have her reasons. That’s fine. Memories that are too easily traced back to might not be that important to me.” Even in death with cold blood, he refused to fall into desolation. Wen Hanwei quietly watched him for a long time, finally sighed helplessly. “I used to know only that you were gentle by nature, but I didn’t know that a stubbornness was hidden beneath that gentle appearance. Now, it’s really inconvenient for me to say more about you, because your identity involves too much.” Baili An hmmmed, “No worries, the past waits to be remembered, and for me, it’s not entirely fruitless, at least…” He suddenly clenched his fist, raised it up, and lightly punched Wen Hanwei’s shoulder with a smile like sunlight breaking through the gloom, “I remember now, Sister Wen is Baili An’s dear friend.” Wen Hanwei was startled, her gaze towards the youth was soft and well-behaved. She also made a fist, in a somewhat clumsy and earnest manner, lightly punched his shoulder back, and a hint of a smile also appeared on her cool features, “Mhm, dear friend, I will protect you always.” The rain was falling heavily, and a faint golden protective barrier had long been erected above the heads of the two, preventing a single drop of rain from touching them. Wen Hanwei used her sword sense to set up layers of barriers around Baili An within a three-meter radius. Then she instructed, “You were severely injured yesterday, and even though I fed you some blood, our levels of cultivation are too different. You must refine it properly before you can move. This is my first time entering Chaotic Netherworld Valley too, and I’m unaware of what dangers lie ahead. You’re too weak, wait here for me, and don’t wander off.” This remark of “too weak” was probably the most direct thing Baili An had heard in his life. It was not meant maliciously, but was simply how straightforward Wen Hanwei was. He could only smile bitterly and did not insist on showing off his strength. Wen Hanwei got up, ready to leave, when suddenly her sleeve tightened—it was Baili An holding her back. She turned her head and said, “Don’t be afraid.” Baili An gazed at her warm red lips; his calm face seemed to hesitate and puzzle. Although today’s conversation had brought them a bit closer, and even with no memories to go by, it didn’t make him feel alienated. But last night’s kiss. Clearly, it was not a behavior between friends. “I’m not afraid, I just…” Baili An hesitated. He had the intention of asking why she did that last night, but facing Wen Hanwei’s warm, jade-like eyes filled with sincere earnestness, he could not bring himself to ask. “It’s nothing, I just wanted to tell Sister Wen, you dropped your flute.” He placed the jade flute in the palm of her hand. Wen Hanwei, holding the jade flute, seemed to become a bit distant for a moment, her gaze indescribable. It seemed odd, almost surprised. She said, “No, this isn’t my flute.” Her slender, beautiful fingers gently spun the jade flute around, then dexterously tucked it into the collar of his shirt, “This is your flute.” “My… flute?” Baili An stared blankly. Wen Hanwei stated, “One day, you will understand.” He watched her gracefully leave the Barrier Array, her tall figure in white, quickly engulfed and vanished into the darkness. Baili An leaned against a barren rock, closed his eyes, and began to meditate and regulate his breath. Wen Hanwei was right, the gap between her cultivation and his was vast. Her blood feeding him last night, with his current physical condition, was extremely difficult to devour and refine. Inside him, the Corpse Pearl slowly revolved, the once translucent pearl now as red as a blood pearl, carrying within the powerful force of Blood Energy. Baili An had once devoured Jin Sheng’s fresh blood, every drop was thick with spiritual power that made his cold bones and blood boil. And Wen Hanwei’s blood quality was far superior to Jin Sheng’s, just that one gulp from last night might equal the spiritual power of draining ten Jin Shengs entirely of their blood. Even a Shebi Corpse, as powerful and ancient as it was, seemed somewhat unable to bear the force of this single gulp of blood. The surface of the Corpse Pearl even cracked faintly, revealing abundant Blood Energy that trickled into the meridians of his Dantian within. The mist-like Blood Energy gave him a feeling as if his meridians would burst with swelling pain. Now was indeed not a suitable time to get up and move; he had to refine the fresh blood within him as soon as possible. Although Baili An could not fully fathom the extent of Wen Hanwei’s cultivation, by internalizing the flow of Blood Energy within the Corpse Pearl, he could be certain that Wen Hanwei had transcended the mortal-immortal threshold, a state of transcending tribulations which Jin Sheng strove for in vain all his life. After transcending tribulations comes the Immortal of the Mortal World, had it not been for Wen Hanwei intentionally controlling her Immortal Blood, even if a corpse demon drank it, not only would it not deprive them of any spiritual power, it would instead be directly purified by the Immortal Blood into a wisp of mortal ash. Baili An dared not treat it carelessly and slowly began to circulate the green Sword Qi as thick as a finger, stored within his Divine Mansion. The Sword Qi technique, stored in a forgotten memory, shimmered like a sliver of light through centuries of dust. Like a key, it stirred the revolution of the Yin Yang Tao Fish in his Dantian, which moved with raw awkwardness. Yin and Yang, life and death forces met, and that wisp of green Sword Qi produced a mysterious resonance with the blood force within. Baili An steadied his mind, his consciousness struggling to control that wisp of green energy, preventing the uncontrolled Immortal Spiritual Energy of the blood from wandering, but instead allowed the green energy to devour it bit by bit. Gradually, the wisp of green energy no longer lacked form, slowly taking on the outline of a Green Python. Circling within the meridians of his body, the strands of Blood Energy it carried, like mist, like rain, nourished every corner of his body. Swallowing the excess that his body could not bear into that mouth of Sword Qi. After a full circuit through his body, Baili An distinctly felt his body grow stronger, the weakness from his night of unconsciousness swept away. However, the Green Python formed by the green energy, as miraculous as it was, could not withstand the fullness of the Immortal Blood within the Corpse Pearl. When that wisp of green energy grew to the thickness of three fingers, it seemed to have reached a certain limit and could no longer devour the Blood Energy spilling from the Corpse Pearl. But at the moment, there was no danger to Baili An’s body, his physical strength had already improved, and he needed only to expel the overly abundant Blood Energy, and he could be safe. However, to let it pass away like this was rather wasteful. Although he and Sister Wen are dear friends, he did not want to waste her kindness and fresh blood.

Chapter 141 - 141 140 No This is Your Flute

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