Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1471 - 922: The Immortal Orphan

The figure that appeared was none other than Lin Xi, the esteemed Hall Master of the Immortal Music Palace, affiliated with the Cangwu Palace.

She stood in a striking silence, resembling a lone bamboo stalk gracefully swaying in the gentle nocturnal breeze. Her silver hair flowed freely, and as the cool wind played, it parted to reveal her face.

Through the curtain of her hair, her cold eyes gazed out, a faint silver-gray hue that lacked any discernible focus or reflection of her surroundings, projecting an aura of profound emptiness and bone-chilling cold.

It was evident that she was blind.

The night wind continued its dance, swirling loose dust that settled upon her attire.

Her garments featured exceptionally wide sleeves, and the silver-haired woman delicately lifted a hand to gently press down a fluttering sleeve.

A glimpse of the phoenix wood zither she held cradled was visible, its exquisite silver strings faintly discernible. Dangling from these strings were translucent pearls of blood, resembling crimson gemstones, spiraling downwards with a mournful air.

Yin Baishuang observed her own fingers, where a starkly visible, bright red wound marred the otherwise white fingertips. At this sight, she gradually began to accept what Lin Xi had just conveyed.

To believe that someone could be shielded from the wrath of a Golden Immortal within the confines of the Mortal World and the Four Seas would be nothing more than idle chatter.

However, when the individual in question was Lin Xi, the possibility of a miracle occurring was exceptionally high.

For Lin Xi, the Hall Master of the Immortal Music Palace of Cangwu Palace, was far from an ordinary cultivator; she was, in truth, the direct descendant of an Upper Pure Immortal.

Her parents had been revered gods of music within the Emperor’s Divine Palace, their fame predating even the White Sun Golden Immortal. They were Golden Immortals from the primordial era who tragically perished amidst the chaos of the God Demon conflict.

As the legacy of the gods of music, her mother, during the God Demon chaos, managed to preserve her divine bloodline. She transformed her Divine Soul into a protective cocoon and sent it hurtling into a hidden, secluded realm within the Mortal World.

Later, she was discovered by Yin Baishuang’s mother, Fu Qingxue, who brought her back to the Cangwu Palace. There, she was nurtured and raised, eventually ascending to her current position as the esteemed master of the nine halls.

She was known as the Music God, celebrated across the Six Realms for her unparalleled defensive and protective Divine Skills.

Lin Xi held the ninth position among the Ten Hidden Halls. While her combat strength was considered relatively minor, her mastery of music could lay waste to mountains, and her protective melodies were so potent that they could withstand even the assaults of Immortals.

If she were to intervene at this critical juncture, it was conceivable that Baili An might possess at least a sliver of hope for survival.

Wen Hanwei pressed her pale lips together, a dawning realization that Lin Xi was not fabricating her words. "In that decisive moment," she admitted, "I did indeed perceive the faint resonance of zither music entering the fray."

The profound tension within Yin Baishuang’s body finally began to dissipate. Her strained composure shattered instantly, and tears unexpectedly welled in her eyes. With a voice choked by helpless sobs, she pleaded,

"Then, you must hasten to find him. Even with Sister Lin Xi's zither music shielding him, Little An is likely suffering from grievous injuries."

Wen Hanwei lowered her head, her expression etched with guilt. "I shall accompany you to search for him," she offered.

Ying Ji, however, gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Upon hearing that her son was, in fact, unharmed, the fierce red gleam in her eyes began to recede.

In her madness, she was a terrifying force; yet, once she regained her composure, no one present could truly rival her formidable presence.

"The aftermath of this battle has left Wen Scripture Master deeply wounded. Should you exert yourself further in searching for someone, the potential consequences could be unimaginable.

Wen Scripture Master, there is no need for self-recrimination; you were merely fulfilling your duty. The true culprit has already faced their punishment. For the present, your priority is to rest and recuperate."

Having spoken, Ying Ji offered a solemn, deep bow towards Lin Xi. "The immense debt of gratitude we owe you today, the You Dynasty shall not forget," she declared.

Although Lin Xi was blind, she could keenly sense the genuine sincerity radiating from Ying Ji’s words. She calmly shook her head, responding, "I simply acted according to my obligations. Your Majesty Ying Ji need not be so formal."

Ying Ji then inquired, "Can Hall Master Lin perhaps ascertain my son's current location?"

It stood to reason that since her zither skill had shielded him, a fragment of his aura should still linger upon Baili An at this very moment.

Concealed beneath Lin Xi’s voluminous sleeve, a slender and delicate hand held a piece of cool jade. Her fingers gently traced the ancient inscription of the character 'Heaven' etched upon its surface.

After a brief period of contemplation, she finally replied, "He is not among the living. Gravely wounded and rendered unconscious, he lies there, no different from an inanimate object; I… cannot sense him."

Ying Ji nodded, her expression betraying no disappointment. As long as Baili An remained alive, the persistent use of Divine Sense to scour every inch of the land would eventually lead to his discovery.

A catastrophic tribulation had been averted, reduced to a mere mishap. What more could one possibly ask for?

Yin Baishuang urgently stated, "I shall undertake the search in the eastern direction. Whichever of us finds him first shall use fireworks as a signal."

With her declaration, she didn't even spare Lin Xi another glance and immediately departed with fervent anxiety to commence her search.

A faint cough escaped Lin Xi, a hint of crimson gracing her lips. It seemed that plucking someone from the grasp of a Golden Immortal had levied a price, bestowing a delicate frailty upon her already stunning visage.

"My apologies, my sight is not keen, and I fear I am not adept at locating individuals."

Ying Ji harbored no intention of imposing the task of searching upon her. Just as she prepared to depart, her attention was abruptly captured by Li Immortal Maiden, standing beside her and lost in a prolonged state of bewilderment, unable to break free from her stupor.

Her condition, akin to a soul adrift from its vessel, with her entire form gradually fading in hue, struck Ying Ji as somewhat comical.

Beneath Ying Ji's observation, Li Jiujiu quivered, as though jolted back to reality by a sorcerer's incantation.

In that very moment, she perceived the heavens as having orchestrated a grand, cruel jest, specifically aimed at her utter ruin.

With a gasp, struggling to draw her final breaths, she inquired, "The Young Master Baili mentioned by Hall Master Lin Xi, and Little An spoken of by Miss Yin – could they be one and the same, Baili Ming'an?"

Ying Ji offered a supplementary detail, "He has recently bestowed upon himself a new appellation, embracing his mother's lineage, Ji, and now styles himself Xi Nian."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..." Li Jiujiu's being jolted as if struck by divine lightning, her features contorting in a near-shattering display of shock.

Ying Ji cast a glance her way, her tone a gentle counterpoint to Li Jiujiu's earlier distress, "Mere drunken ramblings. As an elder sister, I naturally would not hold such utterances against my younger sister."

The appellation of 'elder sister, younger sister' delivered by Ying Ji drained Li Jiujiu of her remaining strength, causing her to collapse onto her knees with a resounding thud.