Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1482: 927: Talking at Cross Purposes (Part 2)

His blood-stained garments were remarkably sheer, revealing the tautness of his bones.

He lowered his head wearily, the elegant line of his neck left exposed and defenseless.

This sight reignited Shu Ci’s hunger.

She licked her lips, her body, which had finally calmed, beginning to stir once more.

Behind him, Baili An detected a faint aroma, swiftly followed by a sharp pain at the side of his neck.

Reacting instantly, he raised his arm and seized her by the nape, much like one would grasp a small animal.

Shu Ci was intensely suckling him at that very moment; his forceful tug resulted in a distinct 'pop'.

Baili An’s neck bore a red mark, drawn out by the young demoness.

He had never encountered such a persistent demon.

Baili An’s brow furrowed coldly, and he spoke with harshness, "I am grievously injured right now. Even if you desire to consume me, my body is beyond recovery. There are countless men in this world; why fixate on me? Should you genuinely require assistance to heal due to your weakness, I will escort you to the city and find you an establishment catering to actors, ensuring you'll never go hungry again?"

After all, he was on the cusp of becoming the Demon World’s Phoenix King, and his perspective was indeed distinct from that of ordinary individuals.

It turned out her struggle and resistance stemmed not from an unwillingness to be eaten, but from a concern that his weakened state wouldn't satisfy her appetite. He was even considerate enough to suggest a city feast for her.

Throughout the years, Shu Ci had believed that encountering living Karma Barrier food was a rare event.

What was even more precious was that this particular sustenance was not only warming to the soul but also delightful to the senses and heart.

This discovery made Shu Ci grow increasingly fond of him.

Once Baili An commenced his 'Zhou Dao', Shu Ci's demeanor softened considerably. She patiently articulated her affections, her longing directed solely at him:

"Those mortals are unworthy of even being consumed by us; you are different. Your appearance is captivating; your scent is intoxicating; your words are eloquent and refined; I find myself yearning only for you."

Shu Ci rarely spoke with such tenderness, yet it caused Baili An's chest to feel constricted, bringing forth an urge to vomit blood.

So, she would not cease until the point of no return, cherishing this unique flavor and refusing to stop until she had tasted it?

However…

After several exchanges, Baili An discerned a profound shift in her attitude, a departure from her initial hostility and aggression.

Baili An, ever perceptive, had recognized the Three-tailed Demon Fox’s transformation into a Demon Immortal, imbued with Immortal Energy from a Golden Immortal. Yet, she remained in the Mortal World, practicing absorption techniques. How many men had she engaged in Dual Cultivation with? That Immortal Energy couldn't fully suppress her clouded aura.

But the fox demon before him did not seem to possess demonic power as potent as the Three-tailed Demon Fox.

Though her appearance was alluringly seductive, her very essence exuded a stunning worldly charm, irresistibly tempting, devoid of any trace of pure beauty.

Yet, the clear aura surrounding her was purer than that of Golden Immortal Bai Yang.

While she possessed a mature allure, akin to a fading beauty with a charmingly sly disposition, her figure was ostentatiously provocative, enough to incite transgression.

But with a casual glance, he noticed her smooth, dewy jade legs, perfectly sculpted and refined, clearly indicating an unblemished virginity.

Could it be that while he was unconscious, the demon fox who had intended to couple with him had transformed without his knowledge?

Baili An felt a tremor of apprehension.

If Shu Ci weren't Fixated on him, he might have inspected his own body.

To ascertain if the Three-tailed Demon Fox had consumed him completely before departing, perhaps summoning more foxes to continue their intimacy?

Baili An struggled to reconcile this mature, alluring woman with the small, adorable fox.

Baili An regained his composure, understanding that cunning was now his most vital tool for self-preservation.

He inhaled deeply, suppressing the chill emanating from his brows, and softened his voice as much as possible.

"It is my profound honor if you hold me in such high regard."

In response to Baili An’s compliment, Shu Ci remained impassive, her two tails swaying rapidly behind her.

Truly a refined delicacy, comprehending the immense challenge of becoming a dish for Mohe Shu Ci.

Shu Ci felt an increasing sense of contentment with him, and consequently, her appetite intensified.

She eagerly inquired, "Since you find it an honor, would you be willing to disrobe now?"

She thoughtfully added, "Should you lack the strength, I can assist myself; I shall not harm you."

After speaking, she felt a pang of guilt, yet her impatient nature prevailed. With her desired meal before her, she genuinely wished to avoid further delay.

She stated plainly, "You merely need to exert yourself to stand upright, and then I shall proceed to consume you myself."

He was already severely wounded, yet she was compelling him to reveal his karma barrier against his will. Shu Ci recognized the unreasonableness of her request.

Consequently, she lowered her head slightly, a hint of guilt in her demeanor, averting Baili An’s gaze.

However, her gaze couldn't resist drifting, her eyes instinctively flicking towards the one who held her heart.

Baili An's eyebrows twitched violently, his expression contorting into a livid grimace. He could only blame the profound ambiguity in her words, particularly the term "upright."

Compounding the issue was the angle of her furtive glance, which seemed to imply her desire for specific physical changes in him.

Gritting his teeth, he declared, "My body is not well at the moment, and I fear I cannot fulfill your request.

This matter calls for a measured approach, young lady. Why the haste? Wait until my condition improves somewhat, and then your experience will be far more enduring."

Baili An’s face was a mask of hardship, yet his words carried a potent persuasive force.

Shu Ci opted for the latter, choosing a delayed but ultimately more satisfying 'meal' over a swift verbal victory.

"Then you must recover quickly, so we can reach the pinnacle of ecstasy together."

A vein pulsed conspicuously on Baili An’s forehead, but he managed to suppress his rising fury.

Listening to the buxom fox speak, it was as if all the nutritional content from her brain had migrated south.

Initially, he had dismissed her as merely overly promiscuous, but now, hearing her elaborate in such detail, he perceived her as being rather slow-witted.

He resolved to exercise patience for a time, to placate her.

Once his injuries were healed and his cultivation restored, he would then deal with this insolent and shameless fox spirit.

After what felt like endless rounds of negotiation, Baili An's spirit grew increasingly drained.

Observing that Shu Ci had indeed honored her word and refrained from further physical contact,

Baili An's mind found some ease, and his body consequently relaxed, causing him to lean gently against the inner surface of the tree hollow.

Shu Ci, too, knelt properly beside him, her ears twitching and her twin tails swaying gently, appearing genuinely invested in his recovery.

Baili An slowly lifted his eyelids, his gaze falling upon her chest, its jiggle causing his heart to race and his head to spin.

Baili An’s already precarious breath hitched once more. "Couldn't you find something to wear, young lady? This is truly indecent."

Shu Ci had never possessed any gender-based restrictions when it came to her sustenance.

For instance, does one concern themselves with the attire of a pig's knuckle before devouring it?

She fixed her gaze upon Baili An, unblinking and resolute. "After all, you are destined to become one with me. In front of you, why should we speak of decency?"

Baili An was entirely taken aback by her brazen words. His face turned ashen, and a violent churning sensation erupted within his ribcage. Unable to contain himself, he expelled a mouthful of blood.

Shu Ci's expression shifted momentarily, a twinge of distress crossing her features. "You cannot continue like this! You must recover properly so that I may consume you. How can you be spitting blood?"

Baili An's breathing grew shallow, his inclination to continue conversing with her utterly extinguished.

He could sense that the Corpse Pearl within his heart was nearing depletion of its blood energy, and his consciousness was beginning to slip away.

He rasped weakly, "I need to rest for a moment. A heart that ceases to beat does not signify death.

I request that you find me a shaded location, away from the sun's harsh rays. This way... I can recuperate more swiftly."

Having uttered these words, Baili An's head lolled to the side, and he promptly succumbed to unconsciousness.

Shu Ci tentatively felt for a pulse at his wrist, confirming the absence of one.

She was aware that this young corpse demon could not tolerate sunlight and that in a state of severe injury, nearing death, he would enter an eternal slumber.

Some individuals could remain in such a slumber for a century or more before awakening.

Witnessing the grievous wounds inflicted upon him by a Golden Immortal, Shu Ci harbored a fear that if he entered such a profound sleep, she might find herself waiting for decades.

For a fleeting moment, her mind was consumed by restless anxiety.

Shu Ci recalled the pronouncements from her readings: fattening a fish before slaughter was the proper course. He was currently too weak to be palatable.

Therefore, it was best to allow him to recuperate fully, to gain weight, and then to savor him for a more exquisite delight.

Shu Ci proceeded to excavate the tree hollow, carefully lifting the unconscious Baili An and carrying him out into the enveloping darkness of the night.

She then stumbled along for roughly ten miles in the gloom, reaching a farmstead near midnight. There, she pilfered a set of clean clothes from a yard, procured a small wooden stick, and sought out a secluded spot to commence her drawing.

Before long, a summoning circle for demons was etched upon the ground.

With flashes of spirit light, various demons, both in their transformed and untransformed states, materialized from the ether.