Chapter 255 - 255 253 The Graceful Gentleman Named Baili

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255: Chapter 253: The Graceful Gentleman Named Baili 255: Chapter 253: The Graceful Gentleman Named Baili This dream was so vivid, as if in that moment of light sleep, his soul truly fell into some extraordinary summoning. Baili An looked down at the bright red mark on his wrist. It was not the ancient and vicarious voice from the dream that woke him, but the sudden scorching heat of the mark on his wrist, like a branding iron creating an intense pain that jolted him awake. The Ghost Marriage Seal flickered continuously, its color becoming even more vibrant and red as if it were weeping blood. Baili An’s brows furrowed deeply, his palm covering the Ghost Marriage Seal; a burning sensation continuously emanated from the mark to his palm. Having not yet entered the Inner City, his situation now seemed to be becoming increasingly complicated. The King’s head. What was that again? Why was he summoned by that consciousness? Fang Geyu, also bearing the Ghost Marriage Seal, would he also experience the same thing tonight. Rising to push open the window, the night was still deep and quiet. Baili An looked up at the sparse starry sky, his mood turning heavy due to that eerie voice. … … The wind howled through the vast desert under the sun, swirling up golden sands. Carrion vultures circled in the sky, the sand storming up to the heavens, the fierce winds like blades, barely revealing the few solitary figures trekking through the desert. At the border of this desolate desert wasteland, there lay impoverished border city tribes. A golden sun hung high in the sky above, the temperature was steaming hot, distorting the air around the Desert Border City, which hadn’t reached nightfall yet. That day, the impoverished and dilapidated town greeted many travelers from foreign lands. The intense sunlight bathed the dry land, the strong winds whipping up the sand, tearing big red couplets from the old wooden doors, rolling them in the sandstorm and blowing them far away. A yellow pole was inserted slantwise on the door, at the head of which dangled an unlit, torn lantern. This was the only inn in town. Compared to the desolate town, the inn was bustling with various travelers. The old inn, long neglected, creaked under the steps of the incoming and outgoing guests. Such a rundown Inn naturally had no private rooms or boxes. The limited space of the great hall was too noisy and chaotic. Only a seat at the corner of the inn, with dark curtains pulled around, faintly revealed a slender figure, drinking alone. The curtains were dark, the corner secluded, seemingly to avoid sunlight, making this single scenic spot appear somewhat lonely and isolated, clashing with the atmosphere inside the inn. It wasn’t that no one wanted to draw those curtains and peek inside. Yet when the people in the inn saw some unknown fresh red splotches on the dark curtains and a white lion seemingly drunk and lying beneath that slender figure, they prudently restrained themselves. After all, even in these border town inns, dragons might be lurking. The atmosphere in the inn was harmonious, exchanges flowed even between strangers, as the pugilist world here allowed people from the Four Seas to make friends over wine. The inn’s proprietor was an elderly man, his hair gray and slightly hunchbacked. Yet no one dared make trouble or run tabs anymore. Even though he smiled obsequiously, wiping tables and serving wine to the guests, appearing very much like a struggling old man. Because anyone with a bit of sense wouldn’t choose to cause trouble in a place like this, run by an owner who managed this ramshackle inn for decades in a small border town of Zhao State. Zhao State, unlike the other three great nations, revered martial prowess and worshipped the demonic, founded outside the Four Seas and honored the Langya Demon Sect as the national faith. In Zhao State’s territory, danger lurked everywhere, hardly a peaceful nation. Even this seemingly cheerful and pleasant inn had become eerily silent due to the arrival of a group of people. These people, dressed in purple sect robes with a saber-toothed tiger pattern burned onto the chest and swords hanging on their waists, also embellished with a short sword on their sleeves, were in the official attire of the Wandao Immortal Alliance. Wandao Immortal Alliance, a well-known Immortal Sect power among the Four Seas nations. Yet now, without any concealment… they appeared on the territory of Zhao State. The leader of this group was a young man, ordinary in appearance, but his attire subtly distinguished him from the crowd behind him, clearly indicating a status of high importance. Ignoring the inn’s guests, whose eyes slowly turned dangerous and fierce, he found a table for himself, his disciples from the Wandao Immortal Alliance wiping it down for him, after which he sat and ordered two dishes. Unlike the attitude of others, the inn’s proprietor maintained a respectful demeanor, smiling and greeting, clearly keen to stay out of any conflict between good and evil. The group from Wandao Immortal Alliance, though impressive in appearance, consisted entirely of the younger generation; without elders to guide them, they were akin to tender lambs amongst wolves in dangerous territory. His non-interference didn’t mean that others wouldn’t bare their fangs and claws. The young man seated alone seemed to sense the deadly intent within the inn, as well as the hostile stares circling him like wolves. He chuckled, took a couple of bites, and leisurely wiped his mouth with a clean handkerchief, fully embodying the demeanor of a noble youth, before pulling out a heavy object from his sleeve. With a sidelong smile and scanning the crowd, he said, “Everyone is looking at this young master this way, perhaps you’d like to join me for a meal, ha ha, I am not a narrow-minded person, anyone who wishes to have a drink is welcome.” As people saw the item the young man slowly placed on the table, their faces abruptly changed, their expressions turning exceptionally ugly and grim. It was a Vajra Pestle. The pestle pressed down on a compass bordered by snakes. Wrapped around the Vajra Pestle were blue talisman papers, the runes painted with fresh red cinnabar. The moment the young man’s finger left the Vajra Pestle, everyone felt an incomparable heavy oppressive force within the inn. Even the elderly proprietor, who was fetching the wine, couldn’t help but change his expression, his cloudy eyes intensely fixed on the young man’s face. Seeing no one dared to move, the young man sneered, took a sip of his drink, leisurely spoke, “Penglai Immortal Island, indeed a place worthy of its arduous pilgrimage.” This statement turned everyone’s expressions darker and more wary. The inn’s proprietor delivered the wine to the table, rubbing his forefinger, his murky eyes growing deeply clouded. He laughed and gathered his sleeves, asking, “May I know which family’s young master of the Wandao Immortal Alliance you are?” The young man raised his eyebrows and replied, “My father is the Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Immortal Alliance, from Baili Valley.” The old man’s smile remained unchanged, “So you are the young master Baili Pianpian.” Baili Pianpian gave a light exclamation, “So certain?” The old man’s eyes flickered mysteriously, giving him a look, “Young master Baili jests. It is known to all, the Immortal Alliance Valley Hierarch has two children, the elder named Pianpian, and the younger named Xianxian. As the master shows a vibrant and imposing aura, it’s naturally not the Miss Xianxian.”

Chapter 255 - 255 253 The Graceful Gentleman Named Baili

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