Chapter 398: Chapter 398

398: Chapter 385: Supporting the Family is the Righteous Path 398: Chapter 385: Supporting the Family is the Righteous Path Fang Geyu could hardly bear the profound resentment in Li Jiujiu’s sorrowful gaze for a moment.

Mountains dark as ink, shadows piled upon each other deeply.

After the disturbance caused by Lan Youdie, although the tense atmosphere within Ghost Mountain remained unchanged and both parties still stood clearly opposed, the chaotic battle had at least come to a brief pause.

Baili An, holding the injured girl in his arms and carrying the Qiankun Bag, walked toward Ning Feiyan.

Ning Feiyan, gently fanning herself with a delicate fan, looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Baili An threw the Qiankun Bag to her, “Thirty-six thousand Spirit Stones for you.”

Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows but was not surprised, “Young Master, are you paying the Spirit Stones for the twelve people injured by the Thunder Talisman from Bi Ping?”

The twelve people, originally sitting on the ground, despondent and letting their wounds bleed out as they awaited death, suddenly looked up at Baili An, their eyes filled with shock and surprise.

Thirty-six thousand Spirit Stones could support a third-rate sect for five years.

He had risked offending the Young Master of the Tianlong Sect to demand Spirit Stones, all for them?

For a moment, those twelve people had tearful eyes and choked up throats, unable to utter a word.

People like Bi Ping, once they paid Spirit Stones, could live in peace, watching indifferently as they struggled in agony like ants—a cruel reality of the cultivation world, which they could not complain about nor hate Bi Ping’s indifferent cruelty.

After all, Spirit Stones were private property; there was no obligation to waste them on saving the life of a total stranger.

However, when Bi Ping insulted them with disregard, judging only by his background and cultivation levels, it made them feel the injustice of their destinies and a bitter helplessness.

In the eyes of someone like Bi Ping, their lives were not lives but merely stepping stones on his path.

Their life and death depended only on whether these stepping stones were smooth and submissive.

If they were even slightly sharper, they would have been ground down until harmless and safe to tread upon comfortably, and that would be the end.

They had never expected to see a fair hand reaching out to them in such a desperate situation.

Throughout, that young man had never interacted with them, not even spoken a word, but his kindness was genuinely there.

Can’t I pay the Spirit Stones on their behalf?” Baili An’s dark eyes stared intently at Ning Feiyan.

Ning Feiyan smiled charmingly, reaching out to take the Qiankun Bag, “Of course, you can.”

Baili An nodded, stroked the girl’s head in his arms, and then naturally turned his gaze to Fang Geyu, saying, “Fang Geyu, she is injured.”

It was not Bi Ping who injured her, so her three thousand Spirit Stones were not counted on Bi Ping’s account.

The crowd was dumbfounded.

Was it really okay for him to so naturally ask for money in this parasitic manner?

Fang Geyu’s action of paying was swift and smooth, dumping three thousand Spirit Stones to Ning Feiyan who had just tied up the soft ropes of the Qiankun Bag, then noticing the unusual glances from people around her.

Her ears burning, she finally realized that she had unwittingly been fully embracing the role of a wealthy lady’s coin purse.

Now, the fact that the Miss of Shifang City was supporting a gigolo had truly become known to everyone.

Li Jiujiu clenched her fists tightly and took a deep breath.

At this moment, she had only one thought.

She needed to work hard to earn money for the family…

From an unknown part of the east, under the sealed Feather Order, a mesmerizing moonlight speckled down, dripping sparsely among tangled vines, casting a cold, eerie glow over the dark world of Ghost Mountain.

Ning Feiyan, leaning against the side of a cliff, was surrounded by Demon Vines dancing slowly around her like serpents, with an opened jug of clear wine quietly placed beside her, emitting strands of fragrant aroma.

“When that madman almost killed me, why did you just stand aside and disregard it?!” Bi Ping emerged from the shadows with a dark expression, grinding his teeth, “Today’s chaos, as you wished, was instigated by me, yet you just watched me die?”

“Don’t be so angry,” Ning Feiyan turned her beautiful face toward him, her smile dazzling and eye-catching, “Young Master, his interest is in your Spirit Stones, I knew he wouldn’t kill you.”

Dazzled by her smile, even the proud and rude Bi Ping, under this not so explanatory explanation, released his anger and softened his expression.

He asked again, “If I didn’t have that many Spirit Stones, do you think he wouldn’t kill me?”

Ning Feiyan smiled and said nothing, instead she poured a bowl of wine and handed it to him.

She seemed to have an innate ability to make people bare their hearts to her.

Even though Bi Ping was full of doubts and annoyance towards her just a moment ago, as she simply smiled softly and offered him wine, it dissolved his aggression.

Bi Ping’s gaze softened as he took the bowl of wine.

Her pale fingertips were touching the rim, seemingly within reach, but the haughty Young Master of the Tianlong Sect, cautious and observant of propriety, did not touch them.

He only lifted the bowl and drank the wine in one gulp.

Looking at her, all the sharpness and spikes on him retracted as he spoke gently, “Have I helped you accomplish your goal today?”

Ning Feiyan replied, “It’s halfway accomplished.”

Bi Ping’s expression suddenly became anxious, “What do you mean by halfway?

Could it affect your upcoming plans?”

Ning Feiyan raised her fingertips, lightly playing with the Demon Vine twining around them, and sighed clearly, then said, “Bi Ping, can you do something for me?”

Her tone was so gentle, clearly tasking him yet somehow imparting a considerate tone.

But beneath this gentle consideration, she had never directly answered Bi Ping’s questions.

Bi Ping didn’t mind, he nodded firmly, “I am indeed the Blade at your disposal.

Not just one thing, I am willing to do thousands for you.”

Ning Feiyan laughed, her lover’s eyes shining intensely, yet beneath that brilliance was an unfathomable darkness, she shook her head and said, “My Blade, Hong Zhuang is enough.

Bi Ping, the task I’m giving you could very likely see you fall into that Abyss.

Even so, are you willing?”

Her candor and directness stiffened Bi Ping’s expression, trapping him in a long hesitation and silence.

Ning Feiyan did not urge him nor did she mock his hesitation, her gaze remaining as warm and intoxicating as ever.

She turned her head away again, gazing calmly at the huge door shadow beneath the Abyss.

After a long time, he finally spoke in a muffled voice, “Are you talking about the Bronze Gate?”

“Will I die?” He asked this pitiable question and before Ning Feiyan could answer, he laughed at himself, “Look at the foolish question I asked.

Since ancient times, anyone who entered the Bronze Gate has never returned alive.”

A glint flashed in Ning Feiyan’s eyes, she spoke leisurely, “But I think it’s a very good question, and I can answer you very seriously: not everyone who falls into the Bronze Gate will necessarily die.”