Chapter 221 - 221 219 Knowing the Wrong but Doing it Again

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221: Chapter 219: Knowing the Wrong but Doing it Again 221: Chapter 219: Knowing the Wrong but Doing it Again “Clearly, it was a providential encounter descending from the heavens, yet you chose to avoid it as if it didn’t exist.” This would only make people think you have something to hide. At that time, Baili An hadn’t thought it through and rejected the offer too hastily. Reflecting on it now, his response was indeed absurdly preposterous. Moreover, he could see that after the incident of entering the city and experiencing a night of life and death, Fang Geyu, who had been plotted against, had also developed a bit of ambition. And Xianling City was the crucial foundation for the growth of her ambition. “But I can’t just stand by and watch you get hurt,” Baili An’s heart felt warm, and he reached out to ruffle her hair, smiling, “You are a girl, after all. Don’t get hurt so easily or rush to take up others’ causes in anger—not that I’m as useless as you think.” Fang Geyu swatted his hand away with disgust, her eyes fierce like a little lioness, “I’ve said it’s not for you! That old man’s face spans thousands of miles, but yours must span tens of thousands, with your self-righteous attitude that is so annoying.” “No matter what, you can’t escape disaster,” Baili An rubbed his wrist, saying, “Perhaps things aren’t as bad as we think, and besides, even if my identity is revealed, it’s not completely a dead end.” Fang Geyu’s gaze flickered, giving him a serious look, after a long pause she asked, “Are you really confident?” Before Baili An could respond, Fang Geyu jumped off the bench, her skirt billowing as she spun in an arc. Her expression reverted to its usual indifference and detachment, as she nonchalantly said, “It’s better if you have no confidence and face calamity, because then the Mountain Realm Seal would be mine.” Even at such a time, she can’t help being prideful. Baili An chuckled and shook his head, “Unless you call me ‘brother,’ even if I die, I’ll only hand the Mountain Seal over to Lin Guiyuan.” Fang Geyu’s eyes suddenly sharpened, not about the Mountain Seal, “Don’t carelessly say that word.” Baili An paused, then smiled, “Understood.” Clouds obscured the sun, and the winter snow had stopped. Above Xianling City, silver snow fluttered down, and even though the walls of the border city were high, they couldn’t hide the endless mountains spanning a thousand miles. The sky was obscure, dark clouds fell like ink condensed on an ink stone, barely revealing the outline of a gray sun within the cloudscape. Black clouds overwhelmed the city, pressing down upon the mortal world. Under Lan Youdie’s complex gaze, Baili An followed the manager Luo Lao all the way to the Inner City. The Inner City lay nestled against a mountain, its dark green continuous range winding through the vast Mortal World like a dragon or snake, sinuous as if connecting heaven and earth. The ancient city was enveloped in snow, faintly enshrouded, concealing from the outer world a great sun, shining resplendently in the All Heavens, utterly unaffected by the Mortal World’s Four Seasons Absolute Kill. Upon stepping through the Inner City gates, the view completely opened up. Though Baili An was of corpse demon form, the instant he entered the Inner City world, the Spiritual Power around him was as rich as if a hundred Spirit Stones were circling his body. The Spiritual Power node in the heart of the netherworld began to stir unusually active, like the rhythm of a heartbeat, forcefully and vigorously. The silent guide, an old man who was leading the way, suddenly turned around and cast Baili An a meaningful glance. There are thirty-six nodes of Spiritual Power in the human body, naturally occluded and difficult to open, sealed by the Spirit Root barrier. Only those with a Spirit Root could, through cultivation, absorb the Spiritual Power of heaven and earth, break through the barrier, and resonate with the body’s nodes, enhancing their own luminance. Inside Xianling City, setting aside mortals, all cultivators who could enter the city were outstanding heroes from all corners of the world, with Spirit Roots of no low Rank. Why then, had the noble lady summoned this young man whose talents seemed mediocre, with only a single most basic Spiritual Power node ignited within his heart. In the common state of awakening, even those with the fewest nodes would have at least three opened. Just as he thought this, a subtle snap, similar to the sound of beans cracking, echoed to his side. Luo Lao’s gaze shifted slightly, wrinkles at the corner of his eyes twitched, and he saw that behind the young man, a node in his right wrist was ignited, a silver-white Spiritual Flow moving and surging through his arm. Upon entering the city, to find such an opportunity was indeed not bad. Baili An too was surprised, glancing down at his wrist, and the shock in his eyes swiftly and silently subsided. Following Luo Lao southward, he passed through layered towers and pavilions; peering into the distance, the sights in front of him unfolded into a spectacle of a magnificent era, seemingly a sacred realm blessed by deities. He saw no signs of winter snow. A palace of crystalline ice and solemn grandeur rose from the heart of the Immortal City. Mountain winds seemed to carry the scent of fresh snow, though Baili An couldn’t tell for sure, feeling only the cold breeze at the tip of his nose, refreshing to the spirit. Luo Lao soon stopped in front of the palace doors and proceeded no further. Inside the palace, quickly, maids with lanterns came to meet them and guided Baili An toward the hall. Baili An gazed at the figure behind the beaded curtain and screen, who sat atop the dais with two silver beast incense burners on the snowy carpet, flanked by two maids fanning the seated figure. The woman who had guided Baili An quickly bowed and retreated, leaving the great hall silent. Looking at that shadow, Baili An felt as if the thin, transparent screen were a barrier as vast as the Abyss, a simple figure that seemed to embody All Heavens through the ages. “I am Si Chen, summoned to present myself before her ladyship.” Under the screen, an oppressive force was quite terrifying, but Baili An breathed a sigh of relief, his demeanor calm and composed. “Do you know why this emperor has summoned you?” A deep, ancient voice resonated through the hall, the sacred pressure rising naturally, almost compelling one to kneel in submission. Baili An answered honestly, “It must be for more than just receiving a reward.” The hall went silent for a moment before the ancient voice sounded again, “Xianling City is this emperor’s domain. Everything within its walls, every one of thousands of people, can come under this emperor’s gaze, including the theft of the Emperor’s secret treasures and every word and deed of that Fang Family child and you.” Baili An was startled at first, but then quickly regained composure. With a faint smile, he said, “That’s great indeed.” The figure behind the screen seemed to sway slightly, and the silence stretched longer this time. She seemed unable to understand why he could remain so at ease, his laughter so light, with everything laid bare. “You realize your wrongdoing!” the ancient voice sharply intensified, like thunder from all directions, the dragon’s roar from the Nine Heavens pressing down with a force to shatter one’s consciousness! Involuntarily, Baili An closed his eyes, gathered the fragments of his consciousness, and after a moment, slowly opened them again, “Si Chen realizes his wrongdoing.” This straightforward admission of guilt truly caught the figure behind the screen off guard, leaving her next words muddled. Her eyes narrowed as she looked beyond the mica screen at that young figure, “You know?” Though Baili An was far from the main seat, he did not step out of line, remaining where he was expected to be. He nodded and said, “Yes, Si Chen knows his wrongdoing and will not repeat the same mistake.” Knows his wrongdoing? Not to repeat? Even the two maids fanning could not help but let out a light laugh. The woman seated rigidly displayed a hint of anger with a slap on the table, “Are you mocking this emperor?” Baili An replied, “Isn’t it your highness who is mocking Si Chen?” The woman, “…”

Chapter 221 - 221 219 Knowing the Wrong but Doing it Again

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