Journey to the End of the Night

27: Chapter 27: Southern Chess Player 27: Chapter 27: Southern Chess Player The killer was gone, and the young girl Xiao Ting found her father’s dismal corpse in a deep pit, weeping bitterly.

She didn’t mind the bloody dirt and stench in the pit, dragging and carrying the hunter’s body out of that bloody place, wrapped it in a bamboo mat, found a shady locust tree, and silently dug a hole.

As the hunter’s high-held, hideous and gaunt palm slowly fell, his angry face softened a bit amidst the girl’s grieving cries.

Under the bleak moonlight, his unclose eyes finally closed in peace.

After burying the hunter’s body, the girl silently blocked Yin Baishuang’s path down the mountain and knelt down with a bow.

“What are you doing?” Yin Baishuang looked at the girl calmly, her indifferent and impatient expression surfacing.

Baili An stood behind her, a smile forming on his lips.

After a brief interaction, he knew this girl was quirky and solitary but fiercely soft-hearted.

If she truly became impatient, a mere girl couldn’t stop her.

She could simply fly away with Sword Control, paying no attention whatsoever.

The girl bowed deeply, her voice filled with sorrow, “I beg the Immortal to take me as a disciple to avenge my father!”

Yin Baishuang’s gaze flickered, looking down at the girl, “Avenge?

You don’t even know who your enemy is, how will you seek revenge, and on whom?”

The girl trembled slightly, after a moment she said, “Just now the Immortal mentioned, it was the Demon Sect!”

Yin Baishuang scoffed, “The Demon Sect has myriads of followers and disciples, how could you possibly know which one is your enemy?”

“I…”

The girl slowly lifted her head, her eyes blankly fixed on the stunning red-garbed lady in front of her, her mind went blank.

Yin Baishuang continued, “Decisions made in extreme grief and pain are often impulsive.

Revenge may sound simple, but it weighs heavy as a mountain.

Once you shoulder this burden, it is difficult to let it go.

You are young, with a long path ahead, think carefully about your choice.”

Fresh tears streamed down the girl’s face, she choked, “The vengeance for my father’s murder is unbearable, as his child how can I let it go, I beseech the Immortal to take me as a disciple.”

Yin Baishuang slightly raised an eyebrow, “Why choose me to be your master?

Wasn’t it the person behind me who saved you?”

The girl hesitated, her eyes uncertain.

Baili An found it amusing internally; the girl was indeed smart.

She could see that Yin Baishuang was far more formidable than him, naturally she would choose her as her master.

He then jokingly said, “Miss Yin lacks a drinking companion by her side, why not take her in, it would make finding a drinking partner much easier in the future.”

The girl instantly looked at Baili An with gratitude.

Yin Baishuang said, “A disciple is a disciple, a drinking companion can only be a friend, she doesn’t qualify yet.”

Her dignified demeanor made her not repulsive but rather seemed naturally so.

The girl’s expression dimmed, her eyes hollow as she gazed at her family’s thatched cottage, her heart filled with heavy sorrow and confusion.

“I’ve been accustomed to being alone for centuries, I’m not used to suddenly having someone by my side, you don’t need to look at me like that, I’m neither a god nor the Immortal in your words, I’m under no obligation to be responsible for every unfortunate soul.”

Yin Baishuang’s voice was ruthless, but she still took a piece of palace jade from her chest, handed it to the girl and lightly said, “Since the path is your own choice, you shouldn’t pin your hopes on others.

I can help you for a moment, not for a lifetime.

If you insist on seeking vengeance, I won’t stop you.

Take this palace jade, head to the great nation of David in the south.

Within the nation lies a mountain named Cangwu; next spring, it will widely accept disciples.

Seek a man named Cheng Pan there, you may take him as your master.

Whether you could pass his trials and become a disciple of the Immortal Sect, that will be your own affair.”

A light appears in the darkness.

The girl reverently received the palace jade, although she was unaware of who Cheng Pan was,

David was one of the thriving and powerful nations among countries; even as a hunter’s daughter, she knew this well.

The name Cangwu was extremely shocking.

If talking about why David was so prosperous, the world might only answer with the word ‘Cangwu’.

Such a powerful cultivation sect was like a legendary story not easily accessible to her in the past.

Her hands shook slightly while holding the palace jade, immediately realizing the lady in front of her likely had a more formidable background than she imagined.

“Yes, thank you for guiding me, Immortal.” The girl bowed three times, watching the disappearing backs of Baili An and Yin Baishuang, her eyes filled with complex confusion.

Today’s experiences felt like a dream filled with numerous variables.

On the desolate mountain path, Baili An followed the slender, stunning figure in red ahead, with a lively little deer trotting behind him.

He had once heard the three words “Cangwu Palace” from Jin Sheng’s mouth, though he wasn’t completely aware of how powerful this sect was.

But being able to stand as the national sect of a major country, just that was enough to dominate.

He suddenly asked, “Miss, are you from Cangwu Palace as well?”

Yin Baishuang didn’t turn around, her voice floating from ahead, “I was, but not anymore.”

Compared to bearing the myriad responsibilities of the sect, she preferred wandering alone, fulfilling that uncompleted promise from the past.

Baili An further inquired, “That Cheng Pan, must be a very important figure, right?”

A faint laugh came from the front, in this moment not seeing her face, it was unclear whether she was genuinely amused or maintaining her usual somber sarcasm.

“You’re quite interested in that girl, huh?”

Baili An chuckled, “I’m just asking.”

He lost his memories from his past life, making the world now extremely foreign to him.

Thus, he was quite curious about these formidable figures.

The more he knew, the closer he felt to this unfamiliar world.

“Nothing much,” Her tone was light and dismissive, even slightly contemptuous.

“Cheng Pan is just a chess player who likes to play but has a terrible chess temperament.”

Baili An chuckled, “A chess player?”

Yin Baishuang suddenly stopped, turning to face Baili An, her side profile as radiant as high-quality ivory jade under the moonlight reflecting a delicate, yet utterly beautiful glow.

“Actually, you’re right, having someone around to drink with feels very pleasant, and the real reason I didn’t take her as a disciple, do you know why?”

Looking at the girl under the moonlight, Baili An stopped as well and replied earnestly, “Because she gave the wrong answer.”

Yin Baishuang was momentarily stunned, apparently not expecting a transient corpse demon to see through her heart in that instant.

Her slender fingertips subconsciously caressed the Black Jade at her waist, she said lightly, “Back then, I mentioned, the disciples of the Demon Sect are countless; she couldn’t possibly know who her father’s murderer was, she became confused.”