Chapter 307 - 307 305 The Scholar's Hand

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307: Chapter 305: The Scholar’s Hand 307: Chapter 305: The Scholar’s Hand “The three great Yin Kings were contemporaries of the Heavenly Seal Sword Master, powerful beings from a millennium ago. Even the wielders of the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, the cultivators of the Taixuan Nine Classics, or any member of the Hall of Ten Treasures would have to respectfully address the Central Netherworld Yin King as their senior. In terms of strength or seniority, the three great Yin Kings were indeed worthy of such respect. Thus, even though Crown Prince Ying Xiu was the sole heir to the throne in the You Dynasty, in terms of status and identity, any of the Yin Kings would still surpass him. Within the Dynasty, everyone knew that Crown Prince Ying Xiu had three wishes in his life. His first wish was for his parents to resolve their differences, to gain his father’s approval for the path he had taken, and to return to Tianxi one day. His second wish was to spend the rest of his life in fine clothes and high spirits, accompanying the lady Bai Shuang and witnessing the most vibrant flames and blossoms. His third wish was to ascend to immortality, to earn a sincere address of ‘Your Highness’ from the Yin King. Yet these three wishes were still far from being fulfilled, with no indication of when they might be realized. Baili An felt a complex surge of emotions, falling silent for a longer period this time. After a long moment, he asked again, “Are you saying I come from the You Dynasty?” Hongying knew what he wanted to ask and shook her head, replying, “Unfortunately, His Majesty loved only one person in his life, and thus would only have one child.” Although the You Dynasty had always maintained neutrality, in the eyes of the Hundred Immortal Sects, there was still a bias, quietly refusing to categorize the Central Netherworld as part of the Righteous Immortal Sects. Ying Xiu’s birth seemed to promise limitless glory; being both the Crown Prince of the Central Netherworld and the Heir of Tianxi, yet he had to admit that, in people’s hearts, he was a hidden threat, a silent dagger. For Ying Xiu had no natural talent to speak of in the Righteous Sword Techniques or Immortal Techniques; instead, he had inherited every bit of his mother’s mastery in Deceitful Dao. The Heavenly Seal Sword Master naturally was displeased and had even suggested the idea of having another heir to cultivate. However, Ying Ji knew that if a second son had extraordinary talent and became famous throughout the world for inheriting his father’s Sword Dao, then Ying Xiu’s already difficult existence would become even more untenable. Thus, she was adamantly opposed. Having received his answer, Baili An felt even more perplexed, but he couldn’t help feeling a sigh of relief. Seeing this, Fang Geyu couldn’t help but be puzzled and said, “Why do you seem so happy to know you are not from the You Dynasty royal family?” Baili An pondered for a moment and then said, “Maybe it’s because I do not like Ying Xiu. I think being his brother would be very tiring.” Although Fang Geyu did not like Ying Xiu either, it was the first time he had seen Baili An speak so frankly about his dislike for someone. “How can you dislike him when you’ve hardly exchanged a few words with him?” Baili An’s thoughts tangled for a moment, and he couldn’t explain this feeling, but he furrowed his brows and shared his thoughts, “I just feel that he’s not good-looking, and he seems too sullen.” Fang Geyu burst out laughing, “What kind of reason is that? Although I don’t like him either, to be honest, Ying Xiu’s looks are quite appealing to girls.” “It’s just a feeling that the person he is on the inside does not match the person he shows on the surface. I can sense that he has very strong emotional fluctuations. Whether it’s anger or pride, he dares not show these emotions and forces himself to appear indifferent and mild-mannered. Alright, I admit that his face looks harmless and gentle, perhaps related to his identity and circumstance. But I do not like such a restrained and enduring person, not at all.” Baili An spoke with utmost seriousness, even repeating his dislike twice. Usually reticent, Hongying now laughed lightly, seemingly in full agreement with Baili An’s words. Putting aside the matter of the Yin Jade for the moment, Baili An took out the Glazed Treasure Umbrella, gathered Ji Ying’s soul hidden between her brows into the umbrella, and ordered the Yin Spirit White Tiger inside to split off some yin spirit energy for her, to prevent her soul from dissipating. Fang Geyu, who had been crouching with her arms crossed, seemed to hear something from below the earth and exhaled slowly, saying, “Some trivial matters should be dealt with sooner, or the elders with their difficulty walking might not be in time for a bowl of hot soup.” Baili An indubitably raised an eyebrow and, holding Ji Ying’s skeletal remains, leaped down from Bone Mountain. Without the Ghost Tears Pearl to anchor it, Bone Mountain began to collapse like a flame-melted iceberg. Beneath the crumbling skeletons, strands of resentful spirits emerged, their fierce visages hovering in the air, unwilling to disperse. Ji Ting, having struggled greatly, finally emerged by climbing out of a deep pit beneath the earth, covered in bloodstains and displaying the utter worst of his struggles. Baili An crouched at the edge of the pit, not offering a hand to help him out, but rather patiently waiting for him to climb from the dark crevices. Ji Ying’s remains quietly leaned against his shoulder, her dark hollow eye sockets seemingly telling the tale of her dismal life without words. Baili An appeared somewhat tired, resting there with half-closed eyes that were clear yet not naïvely so. As Ji Ting finally saw daylight, he lay sprawled on the ground breathing heavily. But before he could catch his breath, a flash of red robe appeared before his eyes, sitting gracefully on the ground as if part of a painting, half covered in blood, yet his aura of light and clarity could not be overshadowed. Ji Ting was taken aback, more convinced of the young man’s extraordinary background; otherwise, how could his every move exude an air of nobility and grace? Born with a certain charm and poise, it was effortless and near impossible for others to imitate or fake. A common family could never raise such an individual. When he saw the skeletal remains beside the young man, realizing something, he cried out in grief, stumbling towards them, his trembling fingers reaching out, fearless of touching his sister’s bleached bones. After all, as her brother, no matter how decayed or fallen his sister became, how could he ever disdain her? “Please stop.” The Jade Flute, embedded with a bead of blood, suddenly blocked Ji Ting’s path, plainly refusing to let his scholar’s clean hands touch the chilling remains. Baili An looked tired as he gazed over at him, eyes sincere and serious. “Tonight, Ji Ting brother has helped Si Chen solve mysteries and led the way multiple times, which enabled me to fortuitously obtain this treasure from the underworld, the Ghost Tears Pearl. Si Chen is very grateful in his heart.” Ji Ting was momentarily stunned, then involuntarily glanced at the small blood pearl between the flutes. His sorrowful face twitched slightly, and then he forced a tearful smile, “The noble benefactor jests, for you have rescued me from ghosts and misfortune, first aiding my sister’s release from evil spirits, and then bringing back Ying’er’s remains. It is I who owes the benefactor a debt of gratitude.” Baili An said, “There is no need for such deep thanks. If Brother Ji Ting truly wishes to express gratitude and repay the kindness, could I ask a small favor?” Ji Ting eagerly responded, “For such great kindness, I, Ji Ting, would not hesitate to die a thousand times, willing to serve the benefactor!”

Chapter 307 - 307 305 The Scholar's Hand

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