Chapter 192 - 192 190 Going to the Toilet and Having a Midnight Snack on the Way

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192: Chapter 190: Going to the Toilet and Having a Midnight Snack on the Way 192: Chapter 190: Going to the Toilet and Having a Midnight Snack on the Way Baili An walked through the snowy field, dusting off the snow accumulated on the bench before sitting down. He greeted with an almost courteous warmth, “Xianling City’s cold bites deep into the bones. I wonder how your two companions have adjusted to it.” His tone was calm and soothing, as if earnestly inquiring while completely forgetting the White Tiger incident as they entered the city. Chai Ye’s eyes flickered for a moment before he burst into laughter and sat down across from Baili An, looking him straight in the eyes. “They are inexperienced and still somewhat immature juniors; I hope you won’t laugh, brother. Although we all belong to Tiangge City, and the City serves Miss Fang, working for her is our duty. But, being young and impulsive, they feel invincible just because they possess good cultivation. They aren’t really afraid of danger and trials, but they don’t want to entrust their lives to someone cold-hearted, as you know Miss Fang’s temperament. They actually aspire to follow the eldest and the second sons.” Baili An nodded in understanding. “Understood.” Chai Ye then took another sip from his jug of wine. “However,” Baili An’s expression grew solemn, “Fang Geyu is not a heartless person.” Not every emotion needs to be shared with others. Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Perhaps it was Baili An’s brightly intense gaze that caused Chai Ye to pause slightly as he drank. He smiled, as if speaking into the night or to himself, “Just now, my junior sister was still fussing. The Xianling City assessment hasn’t even started yet, and a fellow cultivator died right before her eyes. She was making a fuss about leaving, which really is quite willful.” Baili An remarked, “There’s always someone less willful who can give advice and persuade.” Chai Ye’s expression suddenly sharpened, a keen edge to his gaze. He looked at Baili An, “So, young brother, do you think Chai is a willful person?” The air, filled with the spirit of the world, suddenly grew tense and chilling. Baili An looked down, “I am neither a man of Tiangge City nor your comrade. How could I know your character? You might want to ask your own juniors about that.” Chai Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Truth be told, before entering the city, I really wanted to kill you. To live for many years with a companion only to have them die senselessly at your hands—sometimes, death truly makes one forget their mission.” Baili An took a deep breath, trying to make his manner more reminiscent of a human. He asked, “Is your junior sister still making a fuss about leaving?” Chai Ye’s somber smile reappeared. “Not anymore, thanks to Junior Li’s persuasion. She has calmed down somewhat. Anger can indeed cloud one’s judgment easily. Just look at Xianling’s ancient city—even if it’s just a border skirmish, the spiritual power gathered here is several times greater than the outside world. Junior Li also said, ‘Since we are here, let us stay.’ Even if we don’t achieve significant results in the competition, three months of cultivation in Xianling City is not a wasted trip.” “Not achieve significant results?” Baili An murmured with a soft chuckle, “To tell you the truth, I came here for the Immortal Tears. When necessary, I alone can match the strength of three men.” Chai Ye’s eyes gradually narrowed, “That’s quite the claim, young brother. Three people? With just your beginning-level cultivation? Remember, in the grand assessment, your White Tiger will be utterly useless.” The grand assessment of Xianling City was approaching, and the inns within the city were nearly bursting at the seams with guests. Even deep into the night, the foot traffic of cultivators in the pavilion’s backdrop was relentless. The aging wooden staircases, stepped on by countless passersby, creaked and groaned, smeared with muddy snow. Baili An’s gaze returned from the bustling scene and he adjusted his robe, carefully wrapping the rabbit that had unknowingly fallen asleep in his arms. He said seriously, “The White Tiger is just a pet for show, not counted as battle strength.” God damn decorative uses! What was that monster that swallowed Ming Yuanji whole then?! Despite Chai Ye’s usually calm demeanor, this remark infuriated him, causing his chest to heave unconsciously. He clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, just about to speak, when the creaky rapid footsteps echoed from the stairwell. Both men looked over simultaneously. It was Fang Geyu. She wore a black velvet cloak, her jet-black hair lacking the silver tasseled pendant she wore during the day, tied simply with a thin red cord at the end. Baili An watched her hurry down the stairs, tilting his head as he asked softly, “Going to the restroom?” A vein popped on Fang Geyu’s forehead. She raised her fist, then quickly let it fall, gritting her teeth, “I’m hungry, getting a late-night snack.” Baili An made a sound of acknowledgment, “It’s dark and the snow is heavy; don’t go too far. Remember to bring a pack for Sister Lin Yuan.” “Got it.” After all, she had been hungry for three days and was likely starving. The lady showed visible impatience, barely glancing at them before vanishing into the night. Only after Fang Geyu had left did Baili An retract his gaze. Chai Ye remarked, “The third miss is rather picky about her food, I wonder if there’s any nighttime snack in this city to her liking.” Baili An seemed thoughtful and did not reply. As the snow fell thicker, Chai Ye, having not yet finished his pot of wine, picked up the jug, looking ready to return to his room to rest. “The night grows late; aren’t you going to sleep, young brother?” “May I ask,” Baili An slowly raised his head, looking at him. With a sincere expression, he inquired, “Does Miss Fang usually wear earrings?” Chai Ye was taken aback, clearly not expecting such an abrupt question. His brows furrowed, his expression laced with evident wariness, “Why do you ask this?” Baili An answered, “She often invites me for meals; I’d like to return the favor with a gift.” Chai Ye looked at the young man, who appeared honest and docile like a purebred rabbit, yet surprisingly turned out to be quite the experienced player in matters of the heart. He felt mostly disdainful. With the third miss’s status, what rare jewelry hasn’t she seen? Would she really care for your trivial gifts? “No, the third miss fears pain, so she doesn’t have pierced ears and never wears earrings.” “Understood.” Baili An rose, brushed the snow from his shoulders, and began to walk towards the inn’s exit. “Where are you off to now?” “I’m hungry, going for a late-night snack. And maybe… to buy a pair of shoes.” … … The night was densely dark, as ink-black clouds swiftly passed over the moon, the spinning winds carrying the bitter chill of deep winter. The ancient Immortal City, nestled in the deep mountains, bustling as ever with street vendors and shops even deep into the night, was lively with the sound of the mortal world. Yet, this place was different from the ordinary mortal lands. Cultivators who were one in a million in the mortal realms were a common sight here. However, Baili An noticed that these ubiquitous cultivators seemed not to originate from within the border city itself. In such a rich spiritual power environment, it was the ordinary mortals, the true residents of Xianling City’s border city, who were more often seen.

Chapter 192 - 192 190 Going to the Toilet and Having a Midnight Snack on the Way

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