Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1611 - 977: The Sword Hidden Among the Corpses

For a moment, Shen Qilang was overcome with grief. He gently placed Ting Yan’s cold hand down and lifted his gaze, coldly eyeing Qingzhi, whose face was pale and lips tinged with blood.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Qingzhi struggled to lift his head, his gaze toward Ting Yan filled with deep sorrow and pain.

"I am a Loose Cultivator. Ting’er, in her childhood innocence, once fell into a mountain stream and saved me. It was a fox demon.

Because of her, I embarked on this path. My talent and abilities are limited, yet I could not save her, only watch helplessly as she fell into the mortal world.

Today, seeing her being humiliated like this, I would fight to the death to preserve her innocence."

Shen Qilang watched as his strength gradually faded, his spirit platform dimming and fracturing.

Clearly, he had used Soul Burning as a price for gaining formidable spiritual power momentarily, killing the three celestial envoys yet failing to save the girl he loved.

Shen Qilang felt a pang of regret.

Looking at Qingzhi, whose eyes remained open in death, Shen Qilang, who naturally disliked touching men, did not gently close them as he had for Ting Yan.

He remarked with admiration, "To gamble one’s life for a loved one is indeed commendable.

But you overestimated yourself. With a mortal body, how dare you attempt to kill celestial envoys?

Alas, the outcome of this matter is not the worst. If you were still alive, bearing the pain of the Karma Barrier would have been worse than death."

At least this matter had come to a close.

But Feng Xu’s actions are truly something to be wary of.

Breaking through to Golden Immortal is not something that happens overnight.

His predicament may well persist for hundreds of years more.

By this logic, his targets would surely include many female immortals of the Upper Pure Immortal Realm.

Such a wicked thief, acting with such audacity, clearly disregarding the laws of the Heavenly Dao.

Shen Qilang snorted coldly, taking away the incriminating evidence, the ’Evil Cauldron,’ clutched in Qingzhi’s hand.

With a flick of his wide sleeve, the space shifted, and the two on the bed vanished like a breeze whisked them away.

The next moment, on a small hill in the wilds, a mound of earth stirred, and two dirt-streaked heads emerged simultaneously.

"Wahaha, ptooey ptooey ptooey!!!"

Ting Yan spat out the wild grass from her mouth, irritated. "This Shen Qilang has misplaced his skill in cherishing beauty.

Didn’t care much while we were alive, but once dead and cold, he decides it’s necessary to bury us, ugh, and filled my mouth with dirt."

Qingzhi brushed off the dirt from his body, glancing at her nonchalantly, and even managed to give her a rare compliment: "You played dead quite convincingly."

Ting Yan spat at him, "Your skills at playing dead aren’t lacking either. That tender gaze you gave me back then really gave me goosebumps all over."

Qingzhi murmured an acknowledgment, then turned aside and began to retch.

The silent mockery made Ting Yan’s expression darken further.

She looked toward Baili An, who had emerged from the shadows of night, "That Evil Cauldron, such important evidence, handing it over just like that seems unwise."

Qingzhi wiped his mouth and said, "Keeping that thing with us is just inviting disaster and danger.

But in the hands of Emperor Chenghuang, it will become a sharp sword to slay Golden Immortal Feng Xu. The young master’s decision is without flaw."

Seeing the proud and smug Qingzhi constantly praising that young man, Ting Yan could only roll her eyes in exasperation.

Baili An handed them each a bottle of Moonlight Wine, saying, "You both appeared tonight, so it’s likely Feng Xu’s men will be watching you.

First, go to Qingxin to lay low for a while. These two bottles of wine will aid in your recovery."

Qingzhi casually accepted his bottle of Moonlight Wine, not bothering with formalities with Baili An, and drank it down.

The silvery blue glow of willing power spread from the base of his neck down to his limbs, rapidly mending the injuries within his body with astounding speed.

The aftereffects of Soul Burning were visibly suppressed, his complexion gradually improving.

Ting Yan had heard from Qingzhi about the precious significance of Moonlight Wine. Those who join the Demon Alliance are given a mouthful of Moonlight Wine, brewed from wish-fulfilling beads and the full-moon wine jug.

On the day she officially became a member of the Demon Alliance, she was also fortunate to receive this mouthful of Moonlight Wine from Qingzhi’s hands.

Well aware of the miraculous and spiritually potent properties of the wine.

She knew Moonlight Wine was exceedingly hard to brew, yet she hadn’t expected Baili An to be so generous today.

Compared to the irreparable damage Qingzhi’s self-sacrifice and Soul Burning brought, Ting Yan’s ankle, at most, was broken, easily fixable with simple spiritual medicine.

Not worth the extravagant use of an entire bottle of Moonlight Wine.

Seeing her reluctance to accept, Baili An assumed she had some reservations.

"You haven’t been in the Demon Alliance long; this incident shouldn’t have been yours to investigate.

Qingxin was too hasty, sending you to look into this matter, which led to you being so humiliated... It was my oversight, and I owe you an apology."

Ting Yan had never received such an earnest apology in her life before.

Whether it be the benevolent pity of Golden Immortal Bai Yang or Bai Yuanduo’s calculating flattery, Ting Yan had never been treated as an equal.

Baili An’s "I owe you an apology" was not just regret; it even carried a hint of reproach.

This made her feel utterly awkward and uncomfortable.

Her back seemed to wriggle as if bugs crawled over her, and the usually shameless fox demon suddenly felt all sorts of unease.

A strange, unfamiliar emotion rose within her, making her feel embarrassed and guilty for the first time at receiving kindness and gifts from others.