Journey to the End of the Night

80: Chapter 80: Broken Sword 80: Chapter 80: Broken Sword Unbeknownst to her, she had inadvertently stepped into a carefully laid trap.

The slender forefinger of the woman in white gently brushed her lips, her watery eyes showing no sign of tension.

Instead, a hint of anticipation arose.

“It’s interesting.

To think someone dares to target me, it seems the strategist behind this is a master.”

Saying so, she nudged the deer’s belly with her legs, showing no intention of retreating.

Instead, she headed deeper into the Demon Cave.

Yin Baishuang leaped down and blocked her path, her eyes slightly cold as she said, “Won’t listen to advice?”

The woman in white hummed noncommittally, “The miss may manage the affairs big and small of Cangwu, but she certainly doesn’t rule over me.”

Yin Baishuang said, “You don’t care about the life of Thirteen Swords?”

The woman in white leaned forward slightly, her entire body limp as if boneless, draped over the back of the little deer.

Supporting her snow-white chin with her hand, she smiled,

“As one of Tianxi’s Thirteen Swords, it’s no shame to fail to survive the Heavenly Tribulation, but to have the Yuanli Sword taken and utilized by others would indeed be an immense disgrace.

I suppose even if I were to go to Kongcang Mountain now and find him, he’d be too ashamed to see me.

The pride and face one loses must be reclaimed by oneself.

If he lacks even this ability, then it’s no pity if Tianxi’s thirteenth sword breaks right here and now.”

Her smile was pretty, but it seemed somewhat indifferent and distant.

Her dual pupils stared deeply into the Abyss, her pitch-black eyes reflecting not a glint of light against the dark Abyss.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly less, her tone nonchalant as she said, “The Demon Sect has been dormant for so many years, never able to rise again completely.

Now that they are willing to make the first move, even if they gain the upper hand, with this advantage comes even more flaws.”

With that, the woman in white glanced sideways and saw Yin Baishuang purse her lips with a smile, “Since the miss has come here, obviously, you must have uncovered some information.”

Yin Baishuang snorted coldly.

Even though she usually didn’t get along with those clad in white, this matter concerning the Demon Sect didn’t provoke too much antipathy in her.

She opened her pristine palm, and strands of scarlet demonic energy danced between her slender fingers.

Seeing that demonic intent swirl in her palm to form a heart’s phantom, the woman in white narrowed her eyes, “Demon Sect’s Puppetry Technique?”

Yin Baishuang dispersed the energy with a palm thrust, her calm gaze flashing with a hot spark.

She pressed her lips pale before she looked at the woman in white and slowly began,

“Even though you are forgetful due to your status, you normally don’t care too much about that man.

But his identity is still there.

You wouldn’t and couldn’t forget that major incident that happened over two hundred years ago, could you?”

At the mention of ‘that man,’ the woman in white’s lazy demeanor was instantly swept away.

She responded seriously, “What are you trying to say?”

Yin Baishuang’s face held an unfriendly coldness, “Two hundred years ago, why has the Ghost Sect of Jiuyuan Mountain not been annihilated to this day?!

Clearly, your Sect’s first sword investigated thoroughly to no avail?!

Why is it that the Sword Master had a firm resolution to kill, yet the slaughter suddenly ceased?!”

She sneered, then continued, “The truth that you of the Tianxi Sect couldn’t uncover doesn’t mean I can’t!”

The woman in white’s expression was slightly surprised, but then she smiled and said, “The miss seems to bear great resentment towards that Ghost Sect.”

Seeing her shallow, gentle smile, appearing heartless and carefree, an aura of deadly energy surfaced in Yin Baishuang’s refined countenance.

She said coldly, “Logically, your resentment should be no less than mine.”

The woman in white chuckled lightly, “To be honest, regarding the ‘major incident’ that happened two hundred years ago that you spoke of, I really didn’t make much of it.

I just find the life of our Young Master quite laughable.

If we’re talking about a hard life, I think it’s our Sect Master who had it worse.”

It seemed as if she didn’t notice the increasingly dangerous look in Yin Baishuang’s eyes as she continued unabashedly,

“Fortunately, the Young Master has a good mother.

He can follow her away from Tianxi, and become the Crown Prince of the Central Netherworld.

If we’re talking about a loss of life, it wasn’t two hundred years ago, but on the wedding day of the Ghost Sect’s Young Master of Jiuyuan Mountain and the Miss here.

It’s pitiable that the groom couldn’t even last a day, killed by the bride’s own hand before they could worship heaven and earth.

The main character died, yet what lengths of heartlessness do you wish to reach, to not even spare your own Sect’s people?”

A big red robe suddenly began to rustle loudly, and her black hair wildly danced within the Demon Cave.

Yin Baishuang’s expression was icy, her features as cold as frost and snow.

Her pale lips parted dangerously as she said, “These words…

do you dare to repeat them in front of your Sect Master?”

The woman in white’s demeanor halted, then she smiled indifferently, “Of course, I wouldn’t dare.”

Yin Baishuang’s expression turned extremely cold, her voice chilling, “Since you wouldn’t dare, then keep your tongue in check, and listen carefully to me.

What I am about to say is a consequence of the foolish act committed by your first sword back then.”

The unreserved sarcasm caused the woman in white to frown slightly, but considering Yin Baishuang’s increasingly bizarre expression, she did not retort further.

Yin Baishuang stood before a chasm, her bright red sleeves torn by the fierce Gale rising from the Abyss.

She withdrew the small coffin she held, standing with her hands behind her back and said, “It began with the pig demon’s assault on the bride in Beiliao Town two hundred years ago, which brought forth the Puppetry Technique of the Demon Sect.

We all thought it was just an ordinary puppetry, not until the people abandoned by the Demon Sect died in Nanze Mountain that I gradually discovered…

that puppetry is not ordinary?”

“Puppetry?” murmured the woman in white, “I remember the remnant of the Demon Sect who were cast aside and died at the hands of our Young Master, how did that relate to puppetry?”

“Of course, it relates,” said Yin Baishuang with conviction, sneering, “I was one of the people involved, yet I was fooled by their exquisite trick.

The Demon Sect’s Qi Ren was indeed a puppet from the beginning, and to control such a perfect Puppetry Technique, you might guess what power that would be?”

The woman in white’s brows deepened, she slowly shook her head, “That can’t be possible, the power of the Six Rivers was completely destroyed by our Sect Master five hundred years ago.”

Yin Baishuang sneered, “You’ve already guessed, what’s there to say impossible?

Tianxi’s Thirteen Swords mostly broke during these five hundred years, and your Sect Master could reforge the swords by hand.

The resurgence of the Six Rivers isn’t something so strange, is it?”

The woman in white looked at Yin Baishuang earnestly, “Is the miss suggesting…

that the planner this time is from the Six Rivers of the Demon Sect?”

Before Yin Baishuang could reply, the woman in white laughed lightly, “I find the miss quite adorable.”

Yin Baishuang frowned displeased, “If you are foolish and don’t believe, I also…”

“I don’t disbelieve,” interrupted the woman in white with a smile, “I do believe there’s not a single falsehood in what the miss says.

When I say adorable, it’s because the outside world speaks of the miss as being eccentric, mad for over two hundred years, but now that I see it, that’s really not the case.

The miss understands more than anyone, with just a tough mouth and a soft heart.”