Chapter 245 - 245 243 Cold Crow in the Old Alley

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245: Chapter 243: Cold Crow in the Old Alley 245: Chapter 243: Cold Crow in the Old Alley Meng Zifei’s entire body was freezing, and suddenly he lost all feeling. A genuine sense of death descended upon him, and his heart felt shrouded in an indescribable, massive shadow. Half of his body was numbed, his soul seemed to have already seen the River of Oblivion. He was sweating profusely, a bone-chilling cold crept up his marrow, he opened his mouth but could not form a single word. Baili An hurriedly said, “Spit it out, spit it out, you can’t eat that.” Afu Tu reluctantly regurgitated Meng Zifei’s shadow, and the oppressive feeling of that deathly shadow slowly receded. The usually composed and graceful Meng Zifei fell butt-first into the snow, pale-faced, pointing at the white rabbit, “A-a-a-a-a-ah… Afu Tu!” Chen Xiaolan was puzzled, not understanding why her normally proud master was scared like this by a rabbit. She looked at the rabbit nestled in Baili An’s arms, its head lowered counting its paws as if believing if it counted long enough, its tiny paws would grow longer—no matter how you looked at it, it was incredibly cute and innocent. Was it really that scary? Baili An looked at Meng Zifei, “I heard that when Afu Tu is full it can get really big, so big that you can ride it and fly very far.” He shyly smiled, his youthful timidity evident, “I wonder if after my rabbit is full, if it could really take me flying.” Meng Zifei took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, he said, “I understand. This time capturing the Ghost, I will join you.” He saw right through him now; this young man certainly wasn’t raised on plain water. He appeared clean and harmless on the outside, but inside, all was dark. On the surface, he said he wanted to fly on a rabbit. But in reality, he hinted, “I’ve got a pet so formidable it can eat ghosts; it can even eat Ghosts. So, shall we join forces? The rabbit felt very sad. It felt that eating carrots was enough, it truly did not want to eat all those strange and peculiar things. Young master, please… give it a rest. The rabbit’s eyes rolled back, it stretched out its little legs, perfectly at peace with the world. Time to sleep, sleep. When Meng Zifei left the alley, Baili An suddenly heard the noble young man ask, “Since Brother Si Chen was able to enter the city, may I know which Immortal’s descendant you have become a Guest Cultivator for?” Baili An did not conceal, he answered, “The third young lady of Shifang City, Fang Geyu.” Meng Zifei appeared to have an epiphany, “No wonder, that Miss Fang from Shifang City has an unresolved past with Kongcang Mountain. It’s only natural that Brother Si Chen would fight on behalf of Miss Fang. Personally, I’m representing the daughter of the Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Wandao Immortal Alliance, the Young Master Xianxian.” He suddenly pursed his lips and smiled meaningfully, giving Baili An a knowing look, “With Brother Si Chen’s assistance, Miss Fang is sure to have an edge in the great trial at Xianling City, achieving splendid results.” Baili An shook his head, “I am merely at the Initial Realm. Even Brother Meng has stepped into the Sea Expansion Realm. I am far behind and cannot compare; there’s no talk of adding wings to a tiger.” Meng Zifei playfully flicked his horsetail whisk with a haughty laugh, “Brother Si Chen is too modest. Meng here has always been considered arrogant and unrestrained, but I know my limits. Just within the Mountain Realm, there were two Sea Expansion Realm puppets from the Demon Sect which I, even with another hundred years of cultivation, would have no way of dealing with.” Receiving such praise, Baili An’s expression remained calm, and he showed no sign of pride, “Brother Meng exaggerates. Si Chen merely took advantage of the situation, and at that time, I was not alone.” Meng Zifei sighed, “Brother Si Chen need not be so overly humble. This time, I have no intention of competing in this great trial, but Brother Si Chen might. Although your Realm may seem inadequate, relying on the legendary power of the Mohe, you could easily stand above the masses. It seems Xianling City might soon bear the name of Fang.” Baili An stopped in his tracks, tilting his head under the umbrella to reveal a handsome face, and gazed silently at Meng Zifei. Meng Zifei felt somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze, “Brother Si Chen… what’s the matter?” The cold wind blowing through the alley whipped up Baili An’s collar and tousled his hair. The snowflakes brushed his cheeks, but failed to cast even a hint of coldness upon his visage. He smiled slightly and asked in return, “Brother Meng is very impressive. Ever since passing the ordeal in the Mountain Realm, I have never mentioned the Mohe to Brother Meng, how can you be so certain… that I have brought the Mohe from the distant Kongcang Mountain to this Xianling City?” Under the cover of night, his unusually large eyes were black and bright, his gaze tranquil, yet inexplicably imposing. Meng Zifei was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, “As the Young Master of Kongcang Mountain, Brother Si Chen, and with Mohe being an object of the mountain, it’s natural that you have come to Xianling City with a complete strategy. Of course, this is all my speculation. If I have offended you, I hope Brother Si Chen can forgive me.” Whether he was speculating or probing, Baili An knew well that Meng Zifei was meticulous and adept at maneuvering. To inquire further at this moment would yield no further revelations. At that moment, from deep within the shabby alley, a rustling sound emerged. It sounded like some cold, crawling creature sliding over the snow. The sound came quickly and faded just as fast. Soon, it disappeared completely. Meng Zifei also heard that noise, and a puzzled look crossed his face. Baili An glanced at the gloomy and desolate depths of the alley; a pitch-black Cold Crow had nested comfortably among the thick snow on the roof, so black it seemed like an ink shadow. Only a conspicuous red feather at the tip of its tail, trailing against the eaves of the snowy roof, looked like a flickering flame. Across the expanse of the alley, the crow’s blood-red eyes stared in Baili An’s direction, those ominous, blood-filled eyes clearly belonging to a crow that fed on human corpses. A glint of spiritual awareness seemed to flash through its gaze. Meng Zifei saw the crow on the snowy eaves and his complexion subtly changed, as if recognizing its origin. His usually bright and distinct eyes now displayed a swirl of complicated emotions, and he dared not look at the crow again. When he came back to his senses, he found his fingertips had turned icy cold, his body had become numb to the cold, inside and out. He couldn’t help but grip his horsetail whisk more tightly, his steady voice now had an urgent edge, “Brother Si Chen, seeing a crow at night is an ill omen. There are children here, let us leave this place quickly, shall we?” Baili An nodded and continued striding forward, a pensive look flashing across his face, and then he said, “Does Brother Meng know the origin of this crow?” It looked like an ordinary crow. But Baili An noticed that when the pitch-black crow suddenly appeared on the snowy ridge, all those numerous rustling and sliding sounds beneath the snowy plains had finally come to a peaceful halt. Meng Zifei hurriedly walked ahead of Baili An, the fingers gripping the handle of the horsetail whisk turning white from the pressure. It was only when he had thoroughly exited the cold alley, with the bustling area’s bright lights filling his vision, that his pale face slowly regained some semblance of warmth and color.

Chapter 245 - 245 243 Cold Crow in the Old Alley

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