Chapter 395: Chapter 395

395: Chapter 382: Education and Lessons 395: Chapter 382: Education and Lessons The young master of the Tianlong Sect, Bi Ping, looked innocently victimized, “How could a girl who’s unarmed and without any cultivation appear in the midst of Ghost Mountain?

The incident that just took place in the Second Realm, Master Ying must have witnessed as well.

The Demon Clan infiltrates without bounds; who knows if this lady is a spy sent by them?”

Ying Xiu’s expression was cold as water, seeing him slaughtering the innocents remorselessly, he was just about to take action to educate him.

Bi Ping’s gaze shifted, capturing his expression within his sight, and he busily continued with a smile, “As the Crown Prince of the Central Netherworld, you oversee the affairs of three thousand Fierce Ghosts, so why bother with the matters of the Mortal World among our peers now?”

His gaze suddenly turned solemn, and he courteously glanced at Su Jing before continuing, “Miss Jing hasn’t said much here, I wonder which of the Thirteen Swords of honor you’ve drawn, Master Ying, and what standing do you have to educate me?”

Ying Xiu’s face turned an immediate shade of ghastly pale, being the Heir of Tianxi yet eternally estranged from the Sword Dao was already the world’s greatest joke, and Bi Ping’s words hit the mark with venomous precision.

He was holding back a suffocating breath of anger, his gaze menacingly set on Su Jing, “As a Young Master of one of the Three Sects, are you not going to intervene in this?”

“Is it necessary?” Su Jing responded indifferently, her eyes black as ink reflecting the surrounding lightning, but she was not rattled in the slightest, “If you really want to intervene, why waste words?

If you don’t want to intervene, why put on a pretense and have others do it for you?”

Bi Ping clapped his hands with a hearty laugh, very pleased,”Well said!”

Su Jing’s words were not sharp, but they cut to the core, Ying Xiu, infuriated, shook with his sleeves pointing towards her, with a mixture of indescribable grief in his eyes, “You are truly beyond help!”

Having closed her eyes, unwilling to bother with him any further, Su Jing heard this remark, her long lashes fluttered lightly, and when she reopened her eyes, her gaze was even more indifferent than usual, “Rest assured, there is still good medicine available.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than a Thunder Talisman hanging in the air emitted a light sizzling sound and then turned into a distant electric flame, which, like burning paper, curled and fell.

Everyone was taken aback.

Su Jing lowered her eyelids once more.

As the smoke from the raging thunder fire dissipated, a straight figure slowly emerged from the fallen dust.

A red-robed teenager stepped into everyone’s view.

The moment he appeared, the thick residual fires on the scorched earth seemed to be doused by a gentle rain, extinguished en masse.

The youth cradled a girl with one arm, her blood-stained black dress still dripping blood, her little hand lightly tugging at his collar, her tiny face delicate and lovely though her lips were pale and lifeless, her expression remained calm.

Because her eyes were covered by a slender palm, keeping the lightning from reaching her sight.

A fierce wound, burned by the electric flame, trailed along the back of his hand, slowly fading to ash with his measured steps, leaving behind only a vivid, red scar.

Upon witnessing this, everyone fell silent.

After a long while, the girl’s composed voice sounded.

She said, “Brother, you’ve saved me.”

Baili An looked at everyone, saying nothing.

In the circumstances of the impending righteous force of the Thunder Talisman, no one could imagine who could rescue someone in such a short moment and escape unscathed.

Such a terrifying Thunder Blade had only caused a mere scratch?

Who was this youth, and why had no one in the pugilist world heard of such a genius in Body Cultivation, who could withstand the attack of a Thunder Talisman?!

Ying Ji’s expression couldn’t hold up, and she discreetly glanced at Su Jing, who had closed her eyes and said nothing.

Only then did she understand why Su Jing had said there was no need to take action.

Because one who wishes to take action does not hesitate, and one who wants to save does not ponder so much about the consequences.

In front of Bi Ping’s indiscriminate killing of the innocent, Ying Xiu was angry and annoyed, openly criticizing and seemingly standing up for the weak, but this didn’t change the fact that he stood still, sword in hand, and did not move.

Without saying a word, Baili An was now standing on the battlefield, protecting a girl in his arms, and amidst the flames and thunder, she remained unscathed.

Ying Xiu’s breathing became inexplicably heavy.

The “good medicine” Su Jing mentioned…

What was it referring to?

Ning Feiyan, sitting on old vines, closed her Jade Fan with a snap, her gaze subtly projecting an indefinable brilliance.

Bi Ping’s face was clouded with gloom as he eyed the burned-out Thunder Talisman, grinding his teeth fiercely, “You’re pretty good.”

The four valuable Thunder Talismans were directly invalidated by him, setting deep a grudge.

As Bi Ping summoned the Thunder with a wave of his hand, the remaining three Thunder Talismans became three pillars of light, plugging into the earth.

The blood buried in the ground surged up erratically, swirling around him, each globule of blood rising up crystal clear, reflecting flashes of lightning.

The ground seemed to embed a small Thunder Array, with fissured earth trailing luminous patterns, beads of blood cracked and snapped, each break exploding with a heart-thumping pulse of energy.

Terrifying detonations echoed around the space that enveloped Baili An, strong enough to overturn a grown Demon Beast, lifting the robes in dance.

Red garb fluttering, black skirt twirling.

The girl’s weak thin arms instinctively tightened around his neck, her soft delicate cheek nuzzling into the palm of his hand, not showing any panic or fear, but instead, she seemed more like an affectionate young beast.

Baili An was slightly taken aback, sensing the unfamiliar girl in his arms seemed to like using the tip of her nose to brush against his palm, as if capturing his scent.

Just like a kitten still smelling of milk?

He smiled faintly, brushing away the Astral Wind and Lightning Petals assaulting her cheek before calmly lifting his eyes, his faint smile absent, his face fearless as he continued to walk forward, utterly unconcerned about stepping into the heart of the Thunder Array.

Bi Ping sneered, “Heading to your own doom, one more step, and you will die without a place to be buried…”

Baili An did not halt his steps at the threat, stepping directly on a particularly bright Thunder Talisman, which crumbled to dust like a leaf dried of its moisture at the sound of a snap.

Bi Ping’s voice came to an abrupt halt, his eyes bulging.

Baili An took two more steps, and two more snapping sounds followed.

The countless Blood Pearls swirling around him, as if losing their magical control, fell like a disheartened rain back into the earth.

Baili An approached the rigid Bi Ping and asked calmly, “Had enough?”

Bi Ping swallowed hard, only to discover his throat parched beyond belief, as if seared clean by fire, his adam’s apple bobbing with pain, “You…”

“Forget it,” Baili An interrupted, “I don’t really want to know the answer.”

With that, he carefully tightened the girl in his arms and simply raised his foot and stepped directly towards Bi Ping’s chest.

A booming sound of thunder erupted, Bi Ping’s eyelids twitching wildly, his arms crossed hastily in front of his chest in a defensive X.

Then, he felt his arms and hands break deeply with a snap, the acute pain nearly making him pass out.

It felt as if his arms had been trampled by a Primordial giant elephant, his hands forcibly slammed into his chest, and his body was hurled away forcefully.