Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1510 - 940: Meeting Gift (Part 3)

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Previously on Journey to the End of the Night...
Tang Di ruthlessly defeats and kills Yu Xiuji, confiscating his heart. He then reveals awareness of Ting Yan's Immortal Energy signature, identifying her as a companion demon to White Sun. Despite initially appearing threatening, Tang Di bestows a protective golden vine upon Ting Yan as a 'welcome gift' before departing.
That expert casually raised a finger and extended his legs, instantly beheading the man and extracting his heart. The speed was so immense that I couldn't even perceive the operation of his demonic power before the target was already dead. How could I possibly grasp the underlying principles! Qingzhi shook his head, remarking, "Tang Di was indeed correct. You are merely a mortal fox with limited potential." Ting Yan clenched her teeth, her wrath boiling, wishing she could tear apart his deceitful face. ... ... When Baili An regained consciousness, the wound on his shoulder had already undergone rudimentary treatment, and the toxins within his system appeared to have been purged. He found himself situated within a primitive dwelling, its walls constructed of earth and its roof covered with thin tiles. Outside, a deluge was cascading, its drumming impact resonating on the earth. Through the flimsy walls, the grunts of pigs and the barks of dogs from neighboring houses could be faintly discerned. This setting strongly suggested a remote village. Baili An effortfully propped himself up, noting he was swathed in a thick, mended quilt. His attire had clearly been changed by another, and he lay not upon a bed, but an aged brick kang, fashioned from stacked red bricks. A fire smoldered beneath the kang, its warmth seeping through the quilt to combat his chilled body. Cobwebs adorned the corners of the walls, the room was confined and cluttered, and the air was thick with the scent of wood ravaged by termites, indicative of its decay. At this juncture, the sound of torrential rain striking an umbrella reached him, accompanied by human voices: "Oh my dear, why are you lingering by the door in such inclement weather instead of seeking shelter inside? The spring rain carries a sharp chill, and allowing the dampness to seep into your bones could lead to a grave illness." Baili An's gaze shifted, and beneath the eaves of the doorway, he discerned a figure of graceful charm – it was none other than that licentious fox demon. He heard the fox demon inquire, "Is the iron pot I requested prepared?" Upon hearing this, Baili An touched his Qiankun Bag, realizing with a sense of relief that another Luminous Pearl had been expended. It was most likely used to acquire a pot for this lady. But the question arose: why did she require a pot? The lady who entered, shielded by an umbrella, responded with a hint of awkwardness, "Oh dear sister, I had no idea you required such a substantial pot for stewing some form of treasured meat. Our village possesses but a single blacksmith, and with the persistent rain aggravating his old, cold legs, we may need to wait several more days." The demoness sighed, a sound laden with disappointment, and stated, "Then I shall bide my time for a few more days." "Sigh..." The lady echoed the sigh and added, "Your lot is not an easy one. To be so young and burdened with the care of such an ailing son. Observing his pallor, akin to a deceased person's, you must be expending considerable resources on potent herbs to sustain his life, correct?" Despite her words of sympathy, the lady could not help but fix her gaze upon Shu Ci. She mused internally that this seductive visage, possessing such alluring softness, clearly belonged to someone unaccustomed to arduous labor. Nurturing a sickly child would undoubtedly incur significant costs. To procure an iron pot, she had casually disbursed a Luminous Pearl, displaying a seeming disregard for monetary value. It could be presumed that her wealth was easily acquired, perhaps through less-than-reputable means. Observing her enchanting features contrasted with a somewhat vacant expression, it appeared she possessed limited acuity. She likely remained ignorant of her own dubious activities. With such thoughts, Madam Wu's compassion swelled. Even at this moment, her mind was set on the pot, perhaps believing her son was on the brink and wishing to prepare something nourishing for him before his potential demise. This contemplation caused Madam Wu's eyes to moisten. She gently patted Shu Ci's shoulder and declared with heartfelt sincerity, "Sister, I understand. The burdens we women carry are immense, and I know you fret over him daily." Responding to the empathetic tone, Shu Ci felt a deep connection and exclaimed with indignation, "Even you acknowledge the hardship of caring for him, yet this wretched pest possesses a heart of stone. I treat him with such devotion, and all he contemplates is discarding me!" Shu Ci, with her penchant for reading unorthodox storybooks, had fallen into the habit of misusing words and idioms. Wretched pest? Discarding me? Was she perhaps describing a jilted lover? But the implied age did not seem to align... Madam Wu felt a sense of bewilderment, surmising that this lady might have received little formal education and associated with unsavory company. Such playful, impetuous speech was likely a deeply ingrained habit, making it difficult for her to alter her manner of expression quickly. She let out a soft chuckle, stepping into the house, and her exclamations resurfaced. "The young master has actually awakened!"