Chapter 69 - 69 69 Autumn Waters Cold in the Mountains

69: Chapter 69: Autumn Waters Cold in the Mountains 69: Chapter 69: Autumn Waters Cold in the Mountains The Crystal Stone shattered at one corner, from which a crimson liquid, as red as blood, crazily gushed forth without end, forming a blood-curdling, bloodstained river. Within the parched lake, countless golden fish along with the merfolk died of thirst, their bodies seemingly desiccated under the fierce flames of the sun. Apart from the creatures in the lake, Baili An also discovered the dismembered corpses of numerous sect disciples, brutally cut and scattered, their blood mingling in the waters. No one dared to approach the lake. Because at the center of the lake, there was still a merfolk who had not died of thirst and desiccation. A blue fishtail was wretchedly half-seated amidst the silt at the bottom of the lake. It was Lin Yuan. Seeing this scene, Baili An couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart. Lin Yuan, my sister, is still alive… It’s good that she’s alive. As long as she’s alive, there’s still hope. In the deep depths of the lake, Lin Yuan’s countenance, clear as a lotus flower, was already filled with the grimace of hatred, and her ethereal seven-colored gauze dress was now stained with mottled blood. Her eyes were bloodshot, grinding her teeth and drinking blood, her originally handsome eyes turning fierce and red with hostility. Her hands were shackled by two long, cold chains, which extended from the bottom of the lake and were nailed into the lake walls. Even though she had lost the power to move and her freedom, shackled by chains, none of the surrounding disciples from various sects, including the charred bodies of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang under the tree, and even Wen Yu, dared to approach her. They watched the impending storm over the mountain, their eyes filled with evident wariness and gravity. If Baili An had guessed correctly, then the corpses of the sect disciples at the bottom of the lake must have been killed while trying to approach Lin Yuan and capture her. Although he had never seen Lin Yuan take action, the two people who were highly regarded by Mountain God, one was Lin Guiyuan, and the other was Lin Yuan. If Lin Guiyuan could still injure Shebi Corpse with two arrows, Lin Yuan, who made him sincerely bend the knee and call her sister, would naturally not be much weaker than him. Even from a great distance, with Baili An’s keen vision, he could still clearly see that most of the beautiful scales on the fish tail beneath Lin Yuan had fallen off. Crimson blood slowly dripped from her tail onto the moist soil below. And the thin translucent webbing in her palms was also completely torn apart, looking unbearably pitiful. Wen Yu, with a stern expression, stepped forward two paces to stand three meters away from the parched lake. He coldly stared at the central merfolk in the lake, Lin Yuan, and said, “Aren’t you willing to reveal the whereabouts of the Mountain God yet? Lin Guiyuan is already dead; do you really want me to kill all the creatures of this mountain before you comply?” Lin Yuan’s head drooped, her black hair falling along the pale cheeks, and she sneered, “You’ve already got what you wanted, aren’t you satisfied?” Wen Yu’s expression turned cold and grim. It wasn’t that he wasn’t satisfied, but as long as the Mountain God still existed, he would always pose great danger to him. Like a thorn in the flesh, a splinter in the eye. He could not guarantee that this Mountain God of Kongcang, with his vast divine skills, wouldn’t suddenly return to power one day. Wen Yu, burdened with a deep blood debt, would not leave any disaster unattended! seaʀᴄh thё nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Wen Yu’s gaze lingered on Lin Yuan’s exquisitely delicate body, then he spoke, “If you divulge the whereabouts of the Mountain God and submit to me willingly by accepting my slave imprint, I will grant you a way out. Otherwise, at just one command from me, these evil ghosts and demons all over the mountain will tear you into shreds!” Lin Yuan slowly closed her eyes, sneering, “If you want to kill me, just kill me, why so much nonsense!” Wen Yu, his gaze full of darkness, turned to look at Yang Zhao and Huang Kang. To Baili An’s surprise, though the two originally high and mighty individuals, whose strength was far above Wen Yu’s, for some reason appeared subservient to Wen Yu at this moment. “No need to be hasty—just a little rain,” one of them said. “She can’t turn into a dragon just by touching water.” Yang Zhao and Huang Kang shared a knowing smile. The wind chimes in their hands jingled faintly and sharply, as ripples emanated from the dimly glowing barriers within the chimes, forming a vast semi-circle barrier that completely blocked the outside wind. It seemed that even if a torrential downpour was to come later, not a single drop could reach the lake. Just like fish dying when removed from water, merfolk were the same. The gaze of Baili An, hidden within the shadows, was already ice-cold. He concealed his body among the myriad corpses, and without anyone noticing, he secretly awakened the Yin Tiger within the Glazed Treasure Umbrella and sent it a very clear command through his Divine Thought. “ROAR!!!” The Yin Tiger has appeared! The roar of the tiger was deafening. It emerged from the Central Netherworld, and its naturally profound yin energy was far beyond what these lowly, unthinking corpse demons could match. The fearful roar caused the tide of corpses to fall over noisily. Unaffected by its oppressive aura, Baili An also pretended to fall down to attract attention, collapsing amidst the piles of corpses. The restrained Young Master Meng suddenly looked up, his disbelief intermixed with surprise. Wen Yu’s expression changed drastically, and without a second thought, he drew the sword at his waist and thrust it in that direction, his teeth nearly breaking from the tension: “Damn it, how could it be the Yin Tiger Talisman, has that little escapee returned?” Wen Zhendong, knowing the terror of the Central Netherworld’s Yin Tiger, turned pale and hid behind Wen Yu, his fingers clutching the Golden Crow Vine turning white. Yang Zhao and Huang Kang, however, appeared calm. They hung two wind chimes on the branches. They instructed Wen Yu, “If that boy seeks death, we don’t mind obliging. The Yin Tiger is fierce, but as long as its host is killed and it becomes ownerless, it will be easier to deal with. Sir, keep a watchful eye on these two wind chimes, and kill without mercy anyone who approaches.” After casting their spells into the chimes, which emitted piercing rhythmic sounds, they stabilized the crowd of corpse demons and ghostly beings and then, holding their longswords, glanced over the area where the corpses had fallen. Noticing nothing amiss, they quickly pursued the direction of the Yin Tiger. Wen Yu, anxiety flashing in his eyes, glanced at the thin veil in the sky, then at the retreating figure of the Yin Tiger running deep into the forest of the Mountain Realm. He tapped his fingers nervously on the Yuanli Sword, “Damn it!” Even if Si Chen had proven himself to be a disciple from the Central Netherworld in front of everyone, Wen Yu, having seen Si Chen perform the Taixuan spiritual formula “Seven Ashes Steps” and the “Autumnwater Sword technique,” refused to believe that the boy was merely a simple Central Netherworld disciple. He even had a nagging suspicion that this kid could mess up his plans at a critical moment. Lost in thought, Wen Yu failed to notice that right there in the unseen pile of corpses, a ring of fire rolled up beneath Baili An’s feet. “Ah…” The sharp scream of a woman, not yet fully erupted, was suddenly muffled by a cold hand tightly covering her mouth, causing Wen Yu’s hair to stand on end. He drew the sword at his waist and turned to stab without thinking. Baili An’s Autumnwater Sword had already been unsheathed, resting against the neck of Wen Zhendong. The usually gentle-natured Baili An showed no mercy, cutting her skin with the sword tip.