Chapter 368: Chapter 368

368: Chapter 356: Heart-Punishing 368: Chapter 356: Heart-Punishing Su Jing’s snow-like visage finally showed a crack.

She swiftly pulled out a Qiankun Bag from her bosom and quickly checked it with her spiritual sense.

In the next moment, her expression turned extremely unsightly.

“You’re angry just like that?” Yin Baishuang pointed at Baili An and mocked, “Don’t rush to lash out, all these treasures were destroyed by his own hands.

If you want to kill him, it’s your freedom, but remember he’s the one who saved you from the Demon Vine.”

Su Jing stood with her sword, not giving Baili An on the ground another glance, and said coldly, “Yin Baishuang, can you be any more childish?”

Yin Baishuang’s eyes widened, seemingly surprised by her calmness, and she snickered, “You’ve quite changed your temper.”

Suddenly, a chill flashed across her wrist.

A cold, damp hand gripped her wrist.

Yin Baishuang came back to her senses and, looking down with a cool gaze, encountered the youth’s deep black brows and eyes.

Her hand was resting unceremoniously on his chest.

His hand was grabbing her wrist without any sense of decorum, preventing her from directing the biting coldness into his body.

The mountain has no intention, the distant mountain has no you.

Brows like ink-painted temples as if carved by a knife, a smile surfaced, “The one inside her body just now, was that you?”

A cool breeze wafted through the air, and although she smiled, her bright eyes did not carry the dawn of the Mortal World.

Baili An pushed away her hand, sat upright, and having adjusted his clothes, looked up at her and replied, “Yes.”

Yin Baishuang raised an eyebrow, glanced at the indifferent Su Jing, then back at the handsome little corpse demon.

She let out a soft chuckle, pulled a cold object from her bosom, and placed it in Baili An’s embrace.

She also patted his head as if mocking some small creature, with a cold laugh, “You little corpse demon always manage to bring me something different to enjoy.

Take good care of this gift.”

Having said that, she put away all of her drawn bows and icy killing intent before finally preparing to leave.

At that moment, a round, deep blue bead ornament rolled along the ice river to Yin Baishuang’s soft boots.

The pendant bead seemed old and out of fashion.

“What are you implying?

Want to fight?” Yin Baishuang raised her foot, intending to crush the bead.

“This is the first item he bought in Guangmeng City when he descended from the mountain,” said Su Jing, her tone light, filled with reluctance.

Yin Baishuang’s feet stiffened, and she wanted to kick the bead to Baili An, for him to destroy.

She could not destroy something left behind by that person, even if it was given to Su Jing.

As if knowing her disposition, Su Jing added, “That night in Guangmeng City, he took the longest to pick out this bead as a gift, wanting to cheer you up because of your unrecovered leg injury that kept you from descending the mountain.

But by the time he returned to Taixuan Sect, you had already left with your father.”

Yin Baishuang’s slender shoulders shuddered slightly, falling suddenly silent.

Su Jing’s slender fingers gently caressed the worn Qiankun Bag as her gaze suddenly dropped, “As for everything in here, although it seems plentiful, it’s not as important to him as you think, because these things…”

She paused, her eyelashes fluttered like ink-black butterflies, gradually opening those eyes clear and cold as water, “I pestered him to get them.”

Be it the Jade Rabbit Mask or the Lantern Paper Kite.

No matter how much she treasured them, it couldn’t change their inherent cheapness.

“Why do you tell me these things now, after two hundred years?

Why only now do you inform me…

that he still has an undelivered bead?” Perhaps it was Baili An’s misperception, but Yin Baishuang’s voice, mingled with the wind, sounded somewhat choked up, a kind of unfathomable despair.

She slowly crouched down, holding the bead against her heart, her pale, Xiao Se face seeming to age considerably in an instant.

Her eyes reddened, yet no tears fell.

As if in those two hundred years, the tears in her eyes had long dried up.

“Su Jing, you truly are…

the cruelest woman in this world,” Yin Baishuang’s voice hoarse and deep, as if exhausted of all her strength and hatred.

She was clearly doing fine in the depths of despair, so why give her a sugar coated in blood, spoiled and expired?

And yet, even knowing the sugar was poisonous and should not be consumed, she still couldn’t turn a blind eye.

Su Jing slowly closed her eyes, not saying a word.

The sound of the wind stilled, the ice river fell silent.

Baili An watched the deep red figure disappear into the darkness, his heart aching with bittersweetness.

He intended to cross the ice river to retrieve the rabbit when Su Jing’s cold voice suddenly spoke up, “What did she place in your embrace?”

Baili An was stunned, not expecting Su Jing to initiate conversation with him.

Although her tone remained distant and cold as ever, it lacked malice.

His heart slightly relaxed, Baili An took out the jade clam from his bosom and examined it closely, speaking low, “I do not know what this thing is.”

Her soft boots crunched the dry leaves by the river, making a crisp snapping sound.

A cold, bare hand passed over his hand and unceremoniously took the jade clam.

A faint fragrance, cold and ethereal, wafted through the air.

Baili An, now restored to his body, couldn’t explain why he recognized her scent, quietly stepping aside to maintain a respectful distance.

The river was frozen solid by Sword Intent, silent and solemn.

She held the jade clam in her hand, her expression muted as she glanced at him, her cold eyes drifting like fog and wind, leaving no trace.

In the dim light of the mist, her profile was nearly translucent, her dark hair contrasting softly against her snowy cheeks.

Baili An knew she was usually silent and as inscrutable as clouds, and he had no intention of reclaiming the jade clam.

He moved to leave, but then her light voice spoke, surprisingly patient as she explained to him, “This is a Thousand Shadows Jade Clam used to record and playback images.”

His foot, stepping out, hastily drew back.

Baili An had seen this jade clam before, recalling Yin Baishuang quietly producing it in the setting of Ghost Mountain.

Sensing trouble, he swiftly reached to take the jade clam back.

“As this item belongs to Miss Yin, naturally it contains her privacies; better not to delve into it without permission.”

But it was already too late.

Su Jing’s delicate fingertips gently brushed over the tightly sealed crevice of the clam, which suddenly burst forth with a starry glow.

The jade-shaped shells slowly opened.

A beam of light cast a clear image.

It was the very scene of Yin Baishuang forcing Baili An to remove the Qiankun Bag from her embrace.

Baili An’s scalp tingled.

In the image, Yin Baishuang’s deliberately frightening scream caused the youth, intently focused on retrieving the item, to startle and lean forward, placing his whole palm firmly over it, covering it completely.

Even through the light and shadows, the stunningly soft outline was discernible.

And Su Jing, in her unconscious slumber, knew nothing of this.