Chapter 246 - 246 244 Old Friends Have Become Strangers

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246: Chapter 244: Old Friends Have Become Strangers 246: Chapter 244: Old Friends Have Become Strangers He turned back and looked at the young boy walking out from the shadows of the alley, speaking with a complex expression, “I suppose, Si Chen, you have heard about the existence of the You Dynasty.” Baili An’s gaze slightly shifted, his expression unchanged as he nodded. Young Master Meng adjusted his horsetail whisk in his arms to a different direction, Baili An noticed his wrist was trembling slightly. Young Master Meng said, “That old crow is indeed a product of the You Dynasty, a Yin Crow.” “Yin Crow?” “Yes,” Young Master Meng said gravely, “The You Dynasty has countless Yin Crows; they are a type of Yin Pet often kept by Ghost Cultivators. They are very common. However, the Yin Crow we encountered today is somewhat different.” “How so?” asked Baili An. For some reason, his mood began to feel a bit restless. Young Master Meng looked deeply at him and said, “Ordinary Yin Crows have pitch-black bodies and dark blue eyes. However, this Yin Crow had blood-red eyes and a tail feather that seemed to burn like a blazing flame. This one has been fed with the sacred blood of the Vermilion Bird by the You Dynasty, it is…” His voice paused, he slowly dropped his gaze, and a shadow of gloom tinted his honest and clear face, “It is the Yin Crow that protects the heart of Crown Prince Ying Xiu, the son of Ying Ji from the You Dynasty.” Baili An looked at him and asked, “It seems that you are quite afraid of this Crown Prince Ying Xiu?” Young Master Meng shook his head, a wry smile on his face, “Not afraid, but rather guilty. Back when I was still known as the Mortal World’s Young Master in Guangmeng City, I had an initial encounter with the young Crown Prince Ying Xiu, who had just descended from the mountains to help people. Because of a moment of selfishness, I made a mistake that led his own father to doubt and abandon him. For hundreds of years, the relationship between him and his father, Sword Master Yu, deteriorated more and more, for which I bear an inescapable guilt.” His words were soft yet filled with intense pain and regret; his hand gently brushed the horsetail whisk. He shook his head and said, “I have been in cultivation for more than two hundred years, refusing to join any Immortal Sect forces. Though I claimed it was to be free from the pursuit of fame and gain, in truth, I am a person too cowardly to face troubles, deliberately avoiding old acquaintances from the past.” Baili An narrowed his eyes subtly and said, “If you have done something wrong, running away from it would seem more ludicrous. Although Young Master Meng’s apology might not be accepted, if you do not apologize, then you will continue to be wrong. Now that he is also in Xianling City, if there is a chance, why not invite him over for a drink?” As the dark snow heavy with twilight lanterns fell, the old crow flapped its wings across this snowy night sky, circling in the deep night, desolation evident. Young Master Meng watched the old crow disappear into the dusk with a distraught gaze. He shook his head, his expression filled with sadness, “Back then, a single word of defense from me would have cleared his name, but due to my own selfishness, I chose silence, letting him suffer bitter hardship… Si Chen, if you were him, would you accept an invitation?” Towards the end, Young Master Meng looked at him with a gaze that was cautious, humble, and somewhat hopeful. Baili An’s gaze was steady as he looked at the sea of bright lanterns hanging over Hua City, and he chuckled, “If I were Crown Prince Ying Xiu and couldn’t let go of past events, I would definitely use my status as the Empress’s son to oppress you thoroughly, summon Evil Ghosts to torment your heart and body, where could there be room for Young Master Meng with your sword and horsetail whisk to be free till now?” The residual moonlight persisted as the bright lanterns cast shadows, and Baili An’s facial features were outlined more distinctly and softly in the light of the lanterns. A moment of bewilderment flashed across Young Master Meng’s face. His eyes twinkled briefly, and then every obscure emotion was concealed within his eyes, hiding all traces. Young Master Meng gave a small smile and said, “Si Chen, you make sense. However, I believe there’s another reason why Crown Prince Ying Xiu has not troubled me over these years.” “What reason?” asked Baili An. Young Master Meng raised his eyebrows, his lips curling into a less dejected expression. “The Crown Prince is busy managing the myriad affairs of the Imperial City of You Dynasty, how could he remember such a minor figure as myself?” Baili An nodded in realization, “So, it seems that you have been worrying over nothing.” His gaze almost said, ‘he never took it to heart at all, and here you are brooding and bemoaning like some melancholic youth. Is that interesting? Please stop making a fuss for no reason.’ A carefree smile that had just appeared on Young Master Meng’s face instantly froze. Chen Xiaolan was hiding behind the two, covering her mouth as she giggled. Suddenly, he found this young boy quite annoying. Must comforting someone always be done in such a painfully direct manner? Upon returning to the inn, they temporarily parted ways with Young Master Meng and his disciple. Baili An found that Ji San was not merely afraid of Young Master Meng alone. Crowds moved back and forth on the streets, and the inn was bustling with people and horses; she seemed extremely afraid of those strangers. Her body trembled as if her skeletal frame was about to shake apart, almost trying to cram her small, withered body entirely into Baili An’s arms. This fear of strangers even surpassed that of Afu Tu. The rabbit, who had been comfortably sleeping in Baili An’s arms, was squeezed out, forced to miserably perch atop Baili An’s head, with its limbs hanging limply and its large ears drooping, looking utterly despondent. Fang Geyu was in the guest room eating a bowl of steaming sweet dumplings, the corner empty without any sign of Lin Guiyuan; probably, Li Beifeng had taken him to the Wandao Immortal Alliance and he had not yet returned. For some reason, Lin Yuan changed into a plain colored dress tonight, shedding that ornate seven-colored gauze dress. The dress trailed long, tied at her slender waist in a loose knot. Beneath her slender grasp, a strikingly glossy and beautiful fishtail idly soaked in the bathtub, reflecting the narrow slit of light from the window, making the fish scales gleam more enchantingly. In her usual seven-colored gauze dress scattered across the floor, the beautiful merfolk woman sat sideways in water, countless translucent water droplets appeared to possess a life-force of their own, floating and drifting around her. Her fishtail spread out over the water’s surface like a gossamer veil. She lounged amid these myriad water droplets, comfortably squinting her eyes, allowing the cold droplets to soak into her wet ink-black hair. Baili An entered the inn as usual. He seemed quite accustomed to Lin Yuan’s method of bathing and cleaning herself, no longer finding it unusual. However, the little girl in his arms was utterly mesmerized. She had never seen such a beautiful creature before, stunningly beautiful, so much so that she momentarily forgot her fear. Baili An crouched down, picked up the gauze dress scattered on the floor; it was quite damp, and still dripping water as he lifted it. He wrung it out with one hand, prepared to hang it up, when Lin Yuan said, “No need to bother, the dress is dirty and needs washing.” “Dirty?” Baili An was puzzled. Suddenly, he frowned, bringing the gauze dress close to his nose and gently sniffing; yet, he caught the scent of corpse and blood. A corpse demon finds it difficult to distinguish between the various flavors of the Mortal World, but it is particularly sensitive to the stench of fresh blood and the aura of yin corpses.

Chapter 246 - 246 244 Old Friends Have Become Strangers

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