Chapter 218 - 218 216 Winter Snow Purifies the Mortal World

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218: Chapter 216: Winter Snow Purifies the Mortal World 218: Chapter 216: Winter Snow Purifies the Mortal World “But when he died, he was only sixteen years old. A flip of the hand is like fate’s control; life and death turn like a wheel. Where did he learn to live so sensibly and reliably? Lin Yuan suddenly grabbed Baili An’s sleeve. Baili An stopped, his dark eyes quietly looking at her, silent. Lin Yuan looked at the long street behind her, where the shadows of three people, drawn long by the moonlight, walked together. She said, ‘Having journeyed through mountains and rivers, cleansing the Mortal World with winter snow, you are now our Mountain Lord and also our family. A lone wolf without dependence may be strong indeed, but in our presence, you don’t have to be so cautious and meticulous. Even if you show weakness or make mistakes, no one will blame you.’ ‘You don’t have to strive to be the best or perfect in everything because in this world, those who are absolutely perfect are unable to accommodate others by their side; that’s too lonely. Si Chen, I don’t wish for you to live like that.’ Baili An turned his head to look at the three figures whose shadows merged on the snow-covered street, his throat burning hot. Though feeling empty, at this moment, he heard the words he had longed to hear but no one had ever spoken to him. Seeing his silence, Lin Yuan was a bit nervous, lightly pulling on Baili An’s sleeve again: ‘At your young age, you should be able to enjoy the chirping of birds among the grass and the fresh breeze at dawn.’ The gesture of sleeve-pulling was very subtle, fearing it might trouble him. Lin Guiyuan, who was silent most of the time, always struck the essence when he did speak. His lifeless voice drifted in the cold wind of the ancient street: ‘Lin Yuan is already coquettishing with you, young master. Why don’t you just indulge her?’ Lin Yuan was startled, then her annoyance flared into anger: ‘Who’s coquettishing? Lin Guiyuan, you better clarify who is coquettishing!’ Lin Guiyuan’s stiff lips twitched slightly: ‘Pulling on the sleeve, that’s coquettishing.’ His ashen eyes turned, appearing rather ghastly and terrifying in the night, but what he said was both amusing and ridiculous: ‘I knew better than to act spoilt with Grandpa Mountain Lord when I was thirteen.’ The fingers that were clutching Baili An’s sleeve retracted as if burned, and Lin Yuan raised her fist in vexation, ready to punch him: ‘If you dare spout nonsense again, I’ll twist your head right off…’ Lin Guiyuan, looking exceptionally innocent, twisted his head off with a snap and handed it to Lin Yuan. The head in her palm even blinked. Lin Yuan, exasperated to the point of turning blue in the face, had yet to raise her clenched fist when the fabric around her wrist tightened – Baili An had gently grabbed her sleeve and mimicked her earlier subtle tug. Lin Yuan turned around and met his dark green eyes, now filled with a genuine smile: ‘I understand, Sister Lin Yuan.’ A blush and an itch at the tip of her nose made her involuntarily scratch it with her finger. She thought to herself, tonight truly is a beautiful night. … … The two ghosts and a fish soon returned to the inn. The night had grown deep, and another stealthy murder had occurred in the city, possibly making many fearful of calamity, so they went to bed early. Fang Geyu, rubbing his sleepy eyes, looked displeased as he got up and unwrapped the scallion oil sauerkraut noodles that Baili An had brought back, picking at it with his chopsticks disdainfully. ‘I figure the pocket money I give you isn’t little, I can accept that you don’t take me out to play, but to bring back a midnight snack that’s just plain vegetarian noodles, not finding even a single strip of meat – are you the ‘Lantern Festival dumpling in the teapot’?’** Baili An earnestly inquired, ‘Lantern Festival dumpling in the teapot? What’s that?’ Lin Yuan chuckled as she ate her noodles: ‘Lantern Festival dumpling in the teapot, it only goes in and never comes out.’ Baili An’s face turned awkward, feeling a bit guilty. Because the money Fang Geyu had given him, he had given it to the second young lady of the Ji Family. Fang Geyu might have shown distaste, but he didn’t hesitate to eat, picking the long, thin noodles and eating them. Glancing at Baili An and Lin Yuan, he asked, ‘I heard there was a ghost causing trouble in the city tonight, you guys are alright, right?’ Lin Yuan smiled: ‘The ghost has been subdued, naturally, there’s nothing wrong.’ Fang Geyu snorted, his expression slightly discontented: ‘I heard it was a century-old ghost, and in the end, it was caught by Lan Youdie. Tch, seems like the century-old ghost wasn’t that fierce after all, for her to have captured it. Now the Lan Family is really making a name for themselves. With such merit, she will probably be able to go straight to the arsenal to pick out her reward tomorrow.’ Baili An, who had been quietly petting the dozing Afu Tu, looked up and said, ‘Reward equipment? Isn’t that a prize reserved for those who excel in the grand exams?’ Fang Geyu picked out bean sprouts from the bowl, raising an eyebrow: ‘For this grand exam of the City Lord, everyone only knows it’s organized by the lady herself, but what they don’t know is that she has never had interest in these rigid traditions. The Immortal City was built by her own hands, and as for the rules, it’s also up to her. Now that capturing a century-old ghost has made one less reward for the winning diligent cultivators of the big exam, it seems indeed unfair, but we don’t care about fairness. As long as the lady herself is happy, that’s good enough. Tch… this noodle is really terrible.’ Baili An suddenly realized that this missy from Shifang City actually cherished food in a way known to few. She ate, never wasteful regardless if the food was tasty or cheap. Just like these noodles, from Lin Yuan’s expression it was clear they weren’t really that good. But Fang Geyu still ate it all, bit by bit. Oddly enough, she had such a respectful attitude towards food. Lin Yuan said: ‘Such a good thing, Si Chen, you really shouldn’t have handed that old ghost over to Lan Youdie. In the arsenal of Xianling City, I’ve heard there are many treasures.’ ‘What?!’ Fang Geyu, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, exploded, eyes wide: ‘That old ghost was captured by you?! And you gave it to that woman Lan Youdie?!’ Baili An, holding the rabbit, took two steps back: ‘There are already enough treasures in the Mountain Realm. I’m not interested in the arsenal of Xianling City. Moreover…’ Moreover, he didn’t really want to have too many dealings with the cultivators of Xianling City. Fang Geyu wasn’t really concerned about those little things, it was just upsetting to think of someone else benefiting from their own hard work. Considering Baili An’s expression, she frowned, seemingly remembering his identity, and didn’t say much more. But considering Baili An’s current Realm, capable of capturing a century-old ghost, she slightly marveled, then remembering he had well-made Mecha warriors at his disposal, it seemed not so surprising. The next morning. As the watchman’s gong sounded, the sky turned faintly bright. The border city was quiet, save for the distant voices of vendors selling breakfast. Lan Youdie changed into her everyday clothes early and rushed to the border city’s Treasure House. An old steward emerged from the side room, wearing a Qiankun Bag on his wizened, bony wrist. Seeing the steward approach, Lan Youdie’s eyes brightened, and she bowed respectfully: ‘Greetings to Old Luo; I am here today to collect the bounty under orders.’ Any steward in the border city was a cultivator from the Inner City of Xianling City, their status naturally far beyond her modest position as a City Guard. Old Luo seemed like he had just woken up, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

Chapter 218 - 218 216 Winter Snow Purifies the Mortal World

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