Chapter 216 - 216 214 Ji Family Siblings

Words : 1494 Updated : Oct 3rd, 2025

216: Chapter 214: Ji Family Siblings 216: Chapter 214: Ji Family Siblings The water in the pot on the stove had begun to boil; a warm mist rose up, and in the dim and indistinct light, it steeped the young man’s gaze with an utmost calmness and gentleness. Ji Ying gazed on for a moment before hearing the young man slowly speak, “Excuse me, is this the residence of young master Ji Ting?” Perhaps because she, a person of such impoverished status, had never been regarded with such gentle and sincere attention, Ji Ying was bewildered for a long time before she came back to her senses. She rubbed the corner of her eyes and almost subconsciously replied, “Yes, are you looking for my elder brother? I’ll go and call for him.” Baili An said, “Miss, have you been crying just now?” Ji Ying’s body stiffened, the vast whiteness of the snow outside blurring the night, while a thin layer of frost snow covered the glassy surface of the umbrella. The young man beneath it fixated on her with his beautiful, ink-colored pupils. For some reason, despite the fact that he was a complete stranger, being watched by him in such a way made all the grievances and desperation that Ji Ying had suppressed over the recent days suddenly well up in her heart. Her brother had fallen into despair, her youngest sister’s soul taken. Day after day, she had knelt and begged those with extraordinary abilities in the city to help, only to be met with their contemptuous disdain. It was the look people give to blades of grass or insects on the ground. The Evil Ghost terrorizing the city allowed them to seize the role of ghost hunters unquestionably because it meant they could exchange their achievements for fame and rewards, and win the favor of the Immortals in the Inner City. Preoccupied with scouring the city for ghosts, they had no care for the innocent children in the alleys of the border city whose souls had been stolen by ghosts, their lives hanging by a thread. She did not expect these powerful figures to exert themselves to save her sister but only hoped that, during their ghost-hunting, they could act with mercy and consider her sister’s safety. If they could lend their aid, even if her sister only had a slim chance of survival, she would willingly wait eagerly. But when she saw their indifference, mockery, and disdain, speaking from their high position with remarks that had nothing to do with themselves: “If one is fated to encounter such misfortune, why seek shelter from others? If you do no wrong, you need not fear ghosts knocking at your door. Since your youngest sister could be easily seized by a resentful ghost, it means her thoughts are impure. With such, it’s easiest for her soul to be scattered and to become a harmful spirit. Instead of asking us to help eliminate the threat, you dare to make an unreasonable request for us to save a little ghost. How naive!” Indeed, she was truly naive. To have placed her hopes in these people. These people, in their eagerness to climb higher, would stoop to any means! It was still uncertain whether her youngest sister would become a ghost, but even she, a mere woman from the mortal world, could see that these guardians of Immortal City were willing to sacrifice an innocent girl for their own glory. She firmly believed that even if the resentful ghost was vanquished, her family’s youngest girl would become a sacrifice for these individuals’ climb to the top, no matter what. Thinking of this, tears uncontrollably spilled over Ji Ying’s cheeks, her heart filled with bitterness and indignation. She sobbed for a long time, continuously wiping tears, her voice hoarse and choked, “The young master must be mocking me. Recently, a ghostly affliction arose in my household, my little sister is in critical condition, and I am helpless to do anything about it, feeling utterly sad.” Baili An folded the umbrella, shaking off the thin snow, circled around the old window, and entered the house, followed by a man and a woman. He said, “I have come precisely for this matter. Where is Miss Ji?” Ji Ying was shocked, forgetting to cry, with tears hanging in her eyes and an unrealistic sense of joy welling up in her heart, fearing that it was merely a false hope, she covered her lips with her hands, restraining her excitement, “You mean… you mean…” Baili An looked into her eyes, nodded his head, his expression very serious. Ji Ying could no longer contain her emotions, crying and laughing, pacing back and forth, and was about to kneel and bow to Baili An, “Young master, your kindness is like rebirth to me, I will never forget it for as long as I live!” Whether what Baili An had said was true or false, Ji Ying did not hesitate to believe his words. She clung to them like the last straw to save her life, because apart from believing, she had no other recourse. Mortals are so powerless in the face of ghosts and supernatural forces. Baili An was just reaching out to help her when a coughing sound came from behind the wooden curtain, and soon a hand pulled it aside to reveal a young man with a hunched back, coughing incessantly. Beneath the young man’s eyes were shades of bruising, suggesting a lengthy absence of sleep, and he was still holding a scroll of books. He was dressed in an old robe covered in patches, and even during the long night, he neatly wore a gray scholar’s hat, the very image of a traditional scholar. Seeing the scene before him, the scholar also paused in astonishment, “What happened?” While pulling Baili An into the inner room, Ji Ying excitedly explained to her brother, “This gentleman seems to be able to save our little sister.” The scholar, Ji Ting, was taken aback, quickly stepping aside to give way, his pallid, sickly complexion flushing with excitement and joy, “Could the young master be from the city’s garrison? Has the Evil Ghost been subdued tonight, and has my sister’s soul been retrieved?” Baili An did not elaborate further, merely nodding his head and following Ji Ying further into the house. The furnishings inside the wooden curtain were very simple: two wooden plank beds, a chair, and some scattered odds and ends. A long curtain separated the two beds; apparently, the family was so poor that they couldn’t even afford to build walls. The Ji family’s youngest daughter was lying on one of the wooden plank beds, covered with an old quilt embroidered with blue flowers, her face deathly pale and her breathing weak, it was unclear how long her soul had been detained. The little one had already become skin and bones. Her cracked lips had formed a layer of blood and dried skin, indicating that even feeding her water or food was extremely difficult in this state. Baili An summoned the soul from within the umbrella, cutting a sliver in his fingertip across the umbrella’s edge, allowing One Drop of Blood to quickly imprint on the young girl’s, in her Spiritual Body state, forehead. He reached out his hand and pointed towards the bed. The soul, having been separated from the body for too long, often becomes confused and unoriented, uncertain of the way back. Now, with his blood as a guide and his fingers directing the way, a light shone in the bewildered, vacant eyes, as if it had found its target and swiftly drifted toward the girl on the bed. Soon, the Spiritual Body seeped into her, vanishing from sight. After completing these actions, Baili An tapped lightly in the girl’s direction, and she suddenly opened her mouth unconsciously, a drop of blood emerging from within. That blood was his own, which could not linger in her body lest it turned her into a corpse demon. He effortlessly dispersed that drop of blood, then turned to look at the brother and sister who were already stupefied and in shock. “She is no longer in danger; her body will be somewhat weak and unable to awake for the moment, but her soul has been restored. You can feed her some rice porridge, and she should be able to eat that now. I expect she will wake up by tomorrow.” Ji Ting rubbed his hands together, looking at Baili An with eyes full of awe. He had thought him to be a member of the city’s forces, his voice full of concern and anxiety, “After being tormented by the Evil Ghost for so many days, my youngest is pitifully thin. Should I go and borrow some money from the neighbors to buy a ginseng and make a nourishing soup for her?”

Chapter 216 - 216 214 Ji Family Siblings

Comments (0)