Chapter Forty-Four Has Finally Been Released

Nightless End heard a sound! He turned his head, gazing at the woman not far before him.

The woman gripped her sword in one hand, clutching her wounded shoulder with the other. Blood oozed between her fingers, spilling down her arm and dripping onto her feet, while she looked at Nightless End, her face flushed.

“Am I hallucinating?” Nightless End blinked, eyes wide in disbelief, then burst into wild laughter.

It was real—the scent of blood wafting from the girl was unmistakably real!

“Hahaha, damn you, heavens! You want Old Night to die, but I refuse!” In his excitement, the iron sword thrust into the ground soared upward with a sharp sound, circling Nightless End joyously.

The woman watched this scene, stunned; such power—mad laughter and the sword dancing! Yet Mu Yanran felt no trace of spiritual energy.

A gentle breeze lifted Nightless End's hair, white as snow, his laughter echoing, making him appear mad, like some sage beyond the world.

The effects of the Spring Dawn Powder Mu Yanran had taken were already beginning to manifest, her mind clouded. Suddenly recalling something, she bit her tongue, then collapsed forward with a thud, kneeling devoutly before Nightless End. “Please, elder, save me!”

“Elder? It seems this girl has misunderstood something,” Nightless End mused inwardly.

Mu Yanran grew anxious as Nightless End remained silent. “Elder, someone is pursuing me! I beg you to save my life!”

Nightless End thought, “…You could at least dig me out first!”

He observed the girl carefully, estimating her cultivation was around the Spirit Gathering Realm; those chasing her would likely be similar. He needed to convince her to dig him out.

He coughed. “Ahem. I was betrayed and trapped here. If you help me out, I’ll save your life.”

Mu Yanran was overjoyed at the white-haired cultivator’s promise, bowing three times before him. “Elder, tell me, how can I free you?”

“It’s simple—just dig me out!” Nightless End replied.

“Dig you out? Is it really that simple?” Mu Yanran hesitated.

“What else? Did you think you’d need some formation, sacrifices, or blood?” Nightless End rolled his eyes.

“Mm, I thought so! That’s always how it happens in dramas!” Mu Yanran said earnestly.

“You silly girl, hurry up and dig me out, or we’ll both die here!” Nightless End urged.

In the distance, Nightless End saw seven or eight figures armed with swords and knives approaching fast. If this little fool didn’t hurry, he really would die this time!

“Oh, elder, how should I dig?” Mu Yanran stepped closer, her expression serious.

“Heavens, earth, what have you sent me—a rescuer called by monkeys? Why must she be clueless now?” Nightless End felt utterly defeated, staring at the girl, beautiful as a celestial maiden, but apparently lacking all intelligence.

Nightless End gritted his teeth, snapping, “Any way is fine, as long as you get me out! If you don’t, we’ll die together!”

“Oh, okay! Elder, are you upright or horizontal?” Mu Yanran asked.

“I am upright!” Nightless End replied, teeth clenched.

“Oh, got it!” Mu Yanran nodded, raised her sword, and stabbed down toward Nightless End’s head.

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Staring at the blade only a fraction of a centimeter from his nose, Nightless End shivered in terror.

“Don’t get so close, you fool!” he yelled.

“Oh, yes, elder!” Mu Yanran answered, resuming her digging. A few more strikes, and she had carved a pit around Nightless End’s neck, exposing his shoulder. As she worked, she asked, “Elder, what kind of melon is a ‘fool melon’?”

“A fool melon is sweet and bitter—like when you fall in a river and someone jumps in to save you, but doesn’t know how to swim!” Nightless End replied.

“Oh, elder, that’s so deep; I don’t understand at all!” Mu Yanran said.

“You don’t need to understand. And don’t look back, don’t talk, just do your work,” Nightless End said sternly.

“Elder, are they coming?” Mu Yanran heard footsteps behind her, shivering as she tried to stay calm.

Nightless End didn’t answer, lowering his voice. “Stop talking, dig faster!”

“Oh.” Mu Yanran sped up.

Eight men in Lu family uniforms stood ten meters behind Mu Yanran.

“Boss, what’s that girl doing?” a young man asked the burly leader.

“How should I know? But she’s tough—hit with Spring Dawn Powder for over an hour and still hasn’t succumbed! If she hadn’t ambushed us, killing seven or eight brothers, I’d have tortured her to death by now,” the leader replied.

They stood ten meters away; with Nightless End’s head barely visible and Mu Yanran blocking him, they didn’t notice his presence. But Nightless End could see them.

“Boss, looks like Mu Yanran is digging something?” another man said.

“Doesn’t matter what she’s digging—she won’t escape tonight! Heh heh, the patriarch said as long as we bring her back alive, nothing else matters!” The leader spoke lewdly, his intentions clear.

He spoke loudly enough that even Nightless End could hear every word, let alone Mu Yanran.

Nightless End regarded the girl—so this silly thing was called Mu Yanran? Truly wooden. But she’d managed to kill seven or eight of them—that was surprising.

Mu Yanran’s hand trembled at their words, and her sword plunged into the ground, hitting something solid, not just soil.

“Ah!”

A scream rang out, echoing loudly enough to stun the eight men.

“It hurts! Foolish girl, watch where you’re stabbing—you hit my shoulder!” Nightless End grimaced in agony.

“Oh, elder, I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean it!” Mu Yanran quickly tossed her bloodied sword aside, apologizing pitifully.

“Enough talk, pull me out!” Nightless End freed an arm and commanded.

“Oh, yes, elder!” Mu Yanran grabbed his right hand and pulled with all her strength.

“Not good, someone’s here with Mu Yanran! Brothers, move!” the leader shouted urgently.

Mu Yanran was specifically wanted by Lu Wushuang; if she escaped, after losing so many brothers, he’d be flayed alive.

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“Kill them!”

“Kill them! Brothers, bring the girl back—Big Brother will treat you to a night at the Spring Flower Pavilion!” the leader cried.

The men charged, blades ready. Ten meters was but a breath for cultivators.

Barely two or three meters away, the leader raised his blade and swung a mountain-splitting strike at Mu Yanran’s shoulder.

Lu Wushuang wanted her alive, but missing limbs didn’t matter.

Thinking so, the leader put even more force into his blow, aiming to cut Mu Yanran down.

The blade flashed, slicing through a few strands of hair, which drifted to the ground.

“Hahaha, just in time—otherwise, this pretty little hand would be gone!” Nightless End laughed.

“Th-thank you, elder!” Mu Yanran blushed, squirming free of Nightless End’s embrace, shyly expressing her gratitude.

In fact, at the moment the blade fell, Nightless End had been pulled free by Mu Yanran, and in a flash, swept her into his arms, saving her from losing an arm.

“Hahahaha…finally, finally free!” Nightless End laughed wildly.

He drew a deep breath. “Ah…this fresh air is invigorating!”

“Who are you?” The leader yanked his blade from the ground, adopting a defensive stance and shouted loudly.

The others followed suit, weapons raised. At a single command, they would cut down the white-haired man.

“Hahaha, who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is, after being buried so long, I’m finally out. I’m happy—so I’ll give you a chance: leave, now, immediately!” Nightless End said coldly.

“Bah! Who do you think you are? Not a trace of spiritual energy on you—stop pretending to be some reclusive master!” the leader spat contemptuously.

“Hahaha, since you won’t leave, let me tell you a secret! I’m very angry right now—strangely angry, just like when I was buried for no reason! I’ve got a belly full of rage, and it needs to be vented!” Nightless End laughed.

Suddenly, a sword pierced the leader’s heart from behind.

He felt his chest chill, staring in shock at the blade impaling him, never knowing where it came from.

Nightless End flicked his finger, and the iron sword that had pierced the leader’s chest spun out, circling around him as if reunited with family, dancing joyfully.

The Sword Technique Nightless End had cultivated since fifteen had finally broken through, needing no spiritual or internal energy—just the bond between man and sword, mind and blade!

“Ah, anger breeds a violent temper,” Nightless End sighed.

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