Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1489 - 931: Blood of the Poison Immortal

A vixen, positioned beside Bai Yuanduo, suddenly interjected with a captivating smile:

"Madam, your words hold great wisdom. As the esteemed head madam of the Taixuan Sect, following Fu Qingxue's demise, you stand as the sole millennial Immortal within the mortal realms of the Four Seas. Your Daoist techniques are formidable, and your divine skills inherent. Any rogue cultivator or demonic entity would wisely flee from your presence, tail between their legs, to ensure their own safety."

The fox demon's lithe arms, resembling serpents, coiled around Bai Yuanduo's waist. In the dim lamplight, her facial skin began to show signs of decay.

She continued with an indifferent laugh, "This humble demonic maiden, however, possesses a penchant for testing the Dao with my own body, seeking fortune in the face of peril. For a century, I've sought a suitable vessel. The countenances of these mortal women, however beautiful, lack the backing of spiritual power and must be supplanted within days. Madam Li, revered as an Immortal, if you were to shed this shell for me, I would surely revel in it immensely."

Bai Yuanduo, discarding the elegant demeanor he displayed earlier, licked his lips with evident malice and spoke with a smile:

"The Primordial Yin essence from the Taixuan Sect's madam must be exceedingly potent. If I could absorb Yin to fortify my Yang, I believe I would benefit eternally. Should you fulfill this junior's desire today, madam, I would remain eternally indebted and remember your kindness forever. Does the Taixuan Sect not always champion compassion and embrace the duty of protecting all beings under heaven? If you were to willingly offer yourself to the tiger today, this junior would naturally refrain from harming other women. Then, madam could perform a virtuous deed, transforming evil into good, would this not be a great merit?"

Upon hearing such sacrilegious discourse, their gazes fixed upon her, Li Bansheng could only laugh in sheer anger.

"The current age marks the twilight for rogue cultivators. Across the nations of the mortal world, the Four Seas, and the Eight Desolations, only in that small, desolate land of Lu State can your kind briefly persist. Do you truly believe that with a Golden Immortal backing you, you can act without restraint and evade retribution indefinitely?!"

Bai Yuanduo erupted in hearty laughter, deliberately exposing his robust chest in defiance, his eyes alight with wicked allure.

"In that case, I must implore madam to test your sword upon me and deal with this monster accordingly!"

"Courting death!"

Li Bansheng's eyes blazed with ferocity, sharp as distant stars. The longsword, conjured from spiritual energy in her grasp, moved with swift intent, aiming to sever Bai Yuanduo's head to appease the fallen disciples of her Sect.

However, just as her spiritual power completed one circulation, an intensely searing and blunt pain flooded her chest. A heavy, viscous sensation instantly permeated her limbs and bones. The Spirit Root within her heart throbbed erratically, inflicting agonizing torment.

In a mere moment, Li Bansheng felt as if the entire world were succumbing to a violent spin. As her heart's rhythm became wildly irregular, her breathing grew increasingly laboured, leaving her with a distinct sense of suffocation. Her body felt consumed by an inferno, her consciousness seemingly submerged within a turbulent, boiling ocean. Yet, her skin had become unnaturally sensitive; even the slightest speck of dust drifting through the air elicited a shivering, illusory sensation.

A sharp 'clang' echoed.

The sword in Li Bansheng's hand plummeted to the ground, then dissolved into a wisp of frigid mist, vanishing completely.

At this juncture, the triumphant roars of Bai Yuanduo and that fox demon woman resonated with exceptional clarity in the profound darkness of the night, inexplicably sowing seeds of panic.

Li Bansheng swiftly understood that she had been ensnared in a trap. Yet, she had long ago shed her mortal coil, having traversed a millennial tribulation to become an Immortal. This was merely a century-old fox demon, an evil cultivator with less than a hundred years of practice. How could they possibly succeed in ensnaring her?

At some unknown moment, a slender, cool, jade-white fragrance appeared in Bai Yuanduo's hand. He smirked leisurely,

"Madam differs from ordinary guests. As the head madam of the Taixuan Sect has personally come seeking fragrance, I must extend ceremonial respect."

Could the source of this affliction be that Thousand Fragrance?

Li Bansheng struggled to maintain her balance; her body felt weak, and she could barely prop herself up on the table, narrowly avoiding a collapse. Her legs felt as if weighted with lead, yet her knees were unsteady. Her brows furrowed in deep confusion, yet finding relief remained an arduous task. She was utterly perplexed: what form of potent poison could render her so utterly incapacitated? Moreover, upon her arrival during the day, she had exercised the utmost meticulousness and caution, taking no risks even during the fragrance ritual.

The Thousand Fragrance was thoroughly examined, yet no peculiarity was found.

Li Bansheng's throat felt as if it were being ripped apart, dry and burning. A fever caused her eyes to redden, and her entire vision became a disorienting, distorted mess.

Her gaze landed upon the cold, still incense burner resting on the table. A heavy thud echoed in her chest as her spirit platform suddenly became crystal clear.

She spun her head around with ferocity, eyes locked onto the fox demon woman!

The fox demon, Ting Yan, instantly grasped the fury blazing in Li Bansheng's eyes. The corner of her mouth twisted into a smile that was both frigid and triumphant, growing more pronounced by the second.

Behind Ting Yan, three spectral demon tails reappeared, swirling with a mist of peach-colored bloom. The room's already fragrant, sweet decay intensified further.

"The Thousand Fragrance is inherently harmless," Ting Yan purred, "but the master of White Sun Cave shares a rather cordial relationship with the Poison Lord of the Upper Pure Realm. He specially procured two drops of the Poison Immortal's blood for my use within the incense."

"Even with the Poison Immortal's mighty cultivation, the raw blood itself carries no toxicity. However, upon contact with any poison, it transforms into the world's most potent venom. My own unrefined seductive poison was utterly incapable of influencing the ice-pure Dao heart of the Taixuan Sect's esteemed head madam.

Therefore, when combined with this, even if you were the stoic stone idol enshrined within a temple, madam, your desires should be set ablaze."

Observing Li Bansheng's current condition, Bai Yuanduo's previously composed and unruffled expression began to falter, fine beads of perspiration slowly forming on his forehead.