Chapter 316 - 316 314 Little Imps in the Night

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316: Chapter 314: Little Imps in the Night 316: Chapter 314: Little Imps in the Night Baili An was a corpse demon, and logically, he shouldn’t have felt cold due to external environmental factors. Yet at this moment, his hands and feet were icy and powerless, as if filled with heavy lead, making him extremely weak. His body was tightly entangled by numerous pitch-black demon vines, especially around his neck and waist, the two most vulnerable parts, tightly constricted as if the vines had their own consciousness, trying to strangle him alive. Baili An didn’t need to breathe, so naturally, he wouldn’t be strangled to death. What weighed heavily on his mood was that the vines kept absorbing the essence blood within his body; the cold he felt was not due to the excessive yin energy of Ghost Mountain but originated from the blood loss inside his body. Behind him stood a giant ancient tree. Baili An had never seen such a massive and terrifying tree before. This tree was a thousand ren high, growing between cliffs, its massive body resembled a small mountain, covering the cliff walls. This ancient tree, compared to the one outside the dilapidated house of Ghost Scholar by the cliff, was even larger and more ancient. Who knows how many years it had grown in Ghost Mountain; even every vine wrapped around him had turned into a demon. Presumably, the old tree above the cliff was transformed from one of this giant tree’s branches. Baili An’s thoughts were somewhat disordered and panic-stricken. Because during the fall from the cliff, the small hand that was tightly holding his wrist had let go at some point. The loss of blood in his body made his dark power nearly depleted. Baili An tried to channel the primordial power within his body to summon the Autumnwater Sword; he could sense that it was not far from him. But there was no response. His right hand was still tightly holding the Jade Flute, but when he infused spiritual power into it, the flute remained cold and unresponsive, far from the familiarity he had experienced during the battle with Ghost Scholar. The Jade Flute was crafted from Yin Jade of Senluo Hall, and presumably, ordinary spiritual power couldn’t control it, yet Baili An vaguely felt that the power pulling on the Jade Flute when battling Ghost Scholar didn’t belong to the dark power of the corpse demon either. Could it be… Inside his body, was there a third type of power that even he hadn’t noticed? There was no time to ponder deeply. Because twenty meters away from his side, Baili An saw Fang Geyu. Fang Geyu, like him, was firmly bound by the vines of the Tree Demon, hanging under a tree branch. Her eyes were peacefully closed, her long eyelashes drooped down, her little face was so pale it lacked any trace of blood color, making her seem pitiful. Her lips were tightly pursed, the color was incredibly pale, and it was unclear if she was dead or alive. Baili An’s heart tightened, and he struggled violently below the tree. However, he didn’t know how much essence blood the vines had sucked from his body; all his bones were stiff, and his body became increasingly weaker. To break free from the countless vines wrapped around his body was out of the question, let alone to even twitch his fingers. Under the thick roots of this enormous ancient tree embedded in the rocky soil, one could even clearly see the bones of some beast or possibly human skulls. This Tree Demon had survived in this place for too long, so old that it could no longer hunt for food on its own. It relied on its vine descendants to trap the prey alive and then drag it into the roots deep in the ground, where the Tree Demon would devour the nutrients. Time passed slowly, and in this quiet world, one could clearly feel the cruelty of time. Although reason told him not to panic and to calm down to solve the current predicament. He also knew very clearly that since Fang Geyu had not been dragged into the Tree Demon’s lair, her life had not yet ceased. Yet, what truly made his heart restless was that he could clearly know his own limits but couldn’t predict when Fang Geyu’s life would end. He feared the next moment when he might see those vines entangled around Fang Geyu pulling her into the darkness out of his sight like demonic hands. By then, how could he stop it? Did he even have the strength to stop it? Just then, a cluster of fiery light ignited in the darkness. The color of the firelight was a vivid red, thick like blood, flickering eerily in the void. This light didn’t seem to bring any warmth to anyone; from a distance, that blood-like flame seemed like it was burning fiercely from the Netherworld. Baili An stared intensely at the cluster of firelight, a chill spreading from his heart to his limbs, because the moment the flame ignited, the wind in the fields had quietened down, and the ghost souls fluttering in the wind, like ghost beasts returning to their nests, vanished. What kind of existence was it that merely showing a slight presence could make all the yin creatures here startle and avoid it? The firelight that was far in the darkness one moment was in front of Baili An the next, so fast he couldn’t even make out what it was. A cold small hand touched his cheek. The breath was frigid against his face. The red light in Baili An’s eyes was about to flash, but in the darkness, he met a pair of watery, pitch-black eyes. He couldn’t recall where he had seen these eyes, but they felt very familiar, nostalgic, and close. The eyes felt the same; despite the chilling yin energy radiating from around them, there was no malice in those eyes. The cold little hand slid across his cheek, grabbed the vines on his body, and with barely any effort, the vines withered and decayed into ash, as if they had been drained of moisture. Before Baili An’s body could fall heavily, a soft cloud of yin energy caught him. Baili An finally saw clearly who those pitch-black eyes belonged to, and he exclaimed, “Shou?!” It was Shou, the Yin ghost child that Yin Baishuang had raised on Kongcang Mountain. That firelight was not actually firelight but the red belly band on Shou, made of some material that, backlit by the yin wind between the mountains of Ghost Mountain, emitted a crimson light. Hearing Baili An call out his name, Shou, with his chubby little bare feet, danced around Baili An on the yin cloud incessantly. Yet, Baili An wasn’t in the mood to reminisce. He reached out and grabbed the little fellow, holding his cold body, and quickly came to Fang Geyu’s side, saying, “Can you help me save her too?” Perhaps sensing the urgency in his voice, Shou also forgot the joy of reunion. He patted his little chest, assuming a look of ‘leave it to me’, and vigorously tore at the demon vines extending towards Fang Geyu with both hands. In a moment, this group of audacious demon vines disintegrated into dust. The little guy was so fierce it was almost too cool. Baili An caught Fang Geyu with one hand. Although her body was cold and her breathing was weak, her breath was stable, and there was no threat to her life. He let out a sigh of relief, placing his palm on Fang Geyu’s pulse and hurriedly transferred some spiritual power to stabilize her.

Chapter 316 - 316 314 Little Imps in the Night

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