Journey to the End of the Night

Chapter 914 - 691: Sword Master Yu’s Romantic Debts

The wind suddenly rose, sweeping up the frost and snow among the grass, brushing across faces with a slight chill.In the night, Yun Rong’s fair face was like icy jade, her lips devoid of color, turning greenish pale. Yet her voice was gentle and slow: "It’s nothing, just that the next part of the journey, you’ll have to walk by yourself."

As the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, she softly murmured with eyes reflecting warmth like distant mountains and waters: "I need to rest for a while."

Baili An saw her state and knew that it wasn’t as simple as ’just needing a bit of rest’.

He walked over, gently untied the Snow Sword strapped behind her back, crouched down, pressed his right hand to the ground, and tenderly loosened the blood-colored roots entwining her legs.

Upon touching those crimson roots, Baili An was instantly filled with apprehension.

This was her Essence Blood transformed, using the earth as a vessel, her Spiritual Power and cultivation twisted into vines, and her blood as roots, tethering this vast landscape. Her body served as a medium to unfold a small world domain invisible to the naked eye. rating directly into one’s heart. Yun Rong, well aware of his temperament, understood his words and their implications.

She smiled slightly, choosing to rephrase, maintaining her earnest gaze upon him: "Indeed, taking you away this time was not because of their request, but because I doubted your identity."

Baili An’s eyes subtly flickered: "Doubted?"

"Since the journey to Kongcang Mountain, I’ve noticed your extraordinary Talent in Sword Dao, with an aura of familiar Sword Intent within, resembling very much the supreme cultivation technique of my Xijian Sect, the ’Supreme Dao Pure Sword Technique’."

Hearing this, Baili An’s fingers tensed slightly, emotions becoming somewhat complex: "Miss Yun Rong’s meaning is..."

Yun Rong knew he was insightful. Five days ago, her sudden rescue had indeed contradicted Yun Rong’s usually indifferent demeanor, and leveraging Su Jing and Yin Baishuang’s names couldn’t suppress his suspicion.

"In this world, there are countless prodigies with wondrous sword bones, but in my eyes, true geniuses of the Sword Dao can only be Sword Master Yu."

Looking at Baili An, Yun Rong’s expression turned serious: "Even the sword-obsessed four swords of Yun Rong would pale in comparison before our Sect Master’s standard. The ’Supreme Dao Pure Sword Technique’ can only be taught to the Sect Master’s lineage. Does this make sense to you?"

Baili An unconsciously avoided her bright eyes slightly: "Though I’ve been in the world only a short time, I know the Sect Master of Tianxi Sword Sect has only one successor, and that is the Crown Prince Ying Xiu of Central Netherworld."

Seeing his foreign expression when mentioning ’Crown Prince of Central Netherworld’, Yun Rong’s eyes bore an almost imperceptible trace of heartache. Yet her face softly smiled, saying: "Throughout history, the kings of various nations had numerous illegitimate children outside. Our Sect Master Yu, adorned with brilliance and great strategy, naturally hopes his descendants could continue his legacy. The ’Supreme Dao Pure Sword Technique’ should not end with his line. You’ve witnessed Ying Xiu’s prowess; the world respectfully calls him the Son of Ghost Sword, yet even as Ghost Sword, it is ultimately a sword of Deceitful Dao. Ying Xiu enters Dao with talismans, only able to comprehend a third of Sword Intent. To the Sect Master, his talent is of little utility."