Chapter 318 - 318 316 How Is It Her

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318: Chapter 316: How Is It Her 318: Chapter 316: How Is It Her Upon turning his head, Baili An, who had walked away with the girl on his back, had at some point looped back and was now staring at Shou with an open and candid expression. Shou felt so guilty that his eyes couldn’t stop darting around, and with a deceiving clumsiness akin to covering his own ears while stealing a bell, he kicked at the vines with his small feet, attempting to cover the hand underneath. Baili An raised an eyebrow and chuckled, squatting down and nudging the little one’s plump feet, saying, “Are you a cat? Are you planning to dig a hole and bury it?” His face was serious as he teased, “But I have seen that you’ve produced nothing, what is there for you to bury?” Now, there was no way to keep it hidden anymore. With the little feet pushed aside, the sight of the hand almost completely dragged under by the Demon Vine surprised Baili An for an instant, but he quickly regained his composure. The hand was incredibly beautiful, with fingers carved like cold jade, long and well-proportioned, and a wrist that was tender as if boneless, holding up a sleeve edged with silver, the garment of exquisite quality, indicating at a glance that this jade hand belonged to someone of noble status. Baili An lifted his head to look at Shou and said, “Just now when I saw Shou hesitate with the knife, although you did not ultimately strike, the act of not saving someone in danger, watching indifferently and even with amusement, how is that different from committing murder? Shou, you may be a Yin ghost, not bound by the laws of the Mortal World, but you exist in it, so how can you not see what happens in the Mortal World?” Shou looked like he was about to cry. Baili An patted his round head: “Being a supernatural being, if you keep a clear heart, despite different paths, you can still converge.” Shou wiped away his tears, taking the lesson to heart, and was very well-behaved. Baili An was not one to lecture or meddle needlessly, especially considering Shou was originally a Yin ghost. What’s a Yin ghost? It’s a spirit born from harboring resentment and bitterness at the time of death. Born from resentment, created from hatred. It’s like tigers or lions, born with the instinct for blood, hunting weaker creatures as their duty. Yin ghosts are no different. However, for some reason, Shou was different from ordinary ghosts; in his heart, Shou was like an innocent child, and Baili An subconsciously didn’t want to see him stained with the blood and sin of his actions. In fact, Shou did indeed differ from other Yin ghosts, regarding Baili An’s teachings as a principle to abide by, taking it into his ears and into his heart. His repentance did not look perfunctory; it seemed more like a genuine fear and cherished feeling, as if regaining something once lost. Baili An placed his fingers on the wrist of the hand, feeling a cold, soft sensation beneath his fingertips, smooth as mutton-fat jade. The pulse was extremely weak, almost undetectable without close attention. Fortunately, she was not yet beyond help. Baili An summoned the Autumnwater Sword and began to carefully chop at the Demon Vine, attempting a rescue. He did not ask Shou to help this time, understanding well that Shou had been unequivocal in saving Fang Geyu but showed outright hostility to the person below, even drawing his blade against her. It seemed he recognized this woman and bore a significant grudge against her. But no matter what, everyone has the right to choose to live. The Demon Vine was tough and difficult to sever; afraid of harming the person, Baili An spent great effort, hacking and pulling before he could finally drag the buried person out. He hadn’t intended any personal involvement in the rescue, but when Baili An saw the woman’s face clearly, he was genuinely shocked. His heart gave a fierce jolt, the long-healed sword wound there suddenly throbbed painfully, and his grip on the delicate wrist almost slipped in fright. Perhaps it was the severe injury, exhaustion pushing his body to the limit, or the sheer shock causing it, but Baili An’s legs gave out, and he fell backward. Her hair floated gently. With the pulling force, the unconscious woman also fell softly into his arms. A subtle, cold sandalwood fragrance lingered at his nose – Baili An abruptly felt a pain in his throat as the woman’s face collided with his neck. His skin felt the touch of something cold and soft, with a chilly fragrant scent. That was… The woman’s lips. Baili An’s scalp exploded, and all the hairs on his body stood on end. Her faint breaths brushed against his skin; with his hands frozen mid-air, Baili An felt even more unbearably uncomfortable from the collision of their cold bodies, clearly feeling the softness against his chest. Amidst the chaos of thoughts, Baili An hazily contemplated whether, if this were Fang Geyu she collided with, the Young Miss might feel inferior. Shou was dumbstruck by the scene. He deliberately hadn’t intervened; he didn’t want to save this woman. But who would’ve thought, the current situation was even more distressing than if he hadn’t intervened! Having stiffened for a long time, Baili An suddenly felt a warm liquid dripping down his neck. A faint, sweet fragrance quickly filled the air. Baili An was all too familiar with this scent. Startled, he held the woman’s slender shoulders and propped her up. He couldn’t help but check again. Her slightly disheveled jet-black hair contrasted with her ice-white jade-like complexion, in her features seemed to lie the enduring serenity of mountains and rivers in the snow, rendering this delicate face with an unreal cruelty and stunning beauty. With no awareness from her, her tilted head caused tresses to cascade like water from her shoulder. Her eyes quietly closed, her long eyelashes creating an endearing, obedient arc. She was as serene as jade, quieter than the night, colder than the moonlight. Was this not Miss Jing Su, the same one who had attacked the Lihe Sect that day?! The warm liquid on Baili An’s neck was indeed blood. But it wasn’t from some terrible wound. It seems that just now, it was her nose that had collided before her lips. The unconscious Miss Jing’s nose tip was slightly red from the impact, a fine thread of crimson blood emerging, stark against her pale skin. Unaware, she continued to sleep peacefully. Baili An’s heart skipped a beat, his thoughts scrambled and disorderly. Perhaps since the first encounter, all he felt was her strength and coldness, the ruthless and emotionless demeanor, lingering like a shadow in his heart. This caused even a normally calm and composed Baili An to lose his composure completely. Seeing her bleed a nosebleed from the collision, what if she woke up only to throw him back into Chaotic Netherworld Valley again? Baili An quickly fumbled awkwardly, using his finger to wipe away the blood, only to shockingly find that the more he wiped, the more blood appeared; after several attempts, the skin between her nose and lips became smeared and messy. The collision hadn’t been hard, and a Cultivator’s body would not normally bleed so much from such an impact. With his mind in turmoil, Baili An opened his palm to find it was smeared with fresh blood. With his extraordinary constitution, any external wounds on his body would have long healed under the corpse demon’s Talent, so naturally, this blood could not have come from inside him. Just now, the location where his right hand had supported was her shoulder. His expression grew stern as he looked over only to find Miss Jing’s shoulder soaked in a dark red, like a blood-colored flower blooming among white garments. He inwardly gasped in shock. He’d seen Miss Jing’s power himself, superior even to the Ghost, and even though Ghost Mountain was perilous, who could have inflicted such dire wounds on her? So weakened she was bound by the Demon Vine and rendered helpless.

Chapter 318 - 318 316 How Is It Her

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