Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1491: 932: Foxes Are the Canniest

The sky, painted with the final brushstrokes of the sun's afterglow, was vast and clear, its faint light banishing the lingering shadows of the night. Above the city walls, the dawn painted the heavens in hues of fish-belly white.

The North Tower, majestic and cool, remained untouched by the direct rays of the sun. Though the interior was bathed in a soft luminescence, it was neither harsh nor blinding.

Baili An’s eyelids fluttered open, his consciousness slowly re-emerging from a profound slumber.

The awakening of a demon from a deep sleep was a far cry from the gentle rousing of an ordinary person. Corpse demons, beings of cold darkness, instinctually sought sustenance upon waking in the long night.

For them, sleep was a form of captivity, the flesh a prison for the soul, bound in silence. Thus, upon waking, the soul and the deceased vessel did not always harmonize or yield control easily.

Baili An found his senses returning with great difficulty, his vision a blurry, indistinct haze.

The world swam before him, his limbs stiff and unresponsive, like those of a mere puppet.

A splitting headache plagued him, his body an immense weight, his vitality seemingly sapped away unseen.

With monumental effort, he raised a hand to his forehead, his fingers delicately probing the spirit platform between his brows.

To his surprise, though his body remained weak and drained, his Spiritual Power and Blood Energy were not as depleted as they had been before he lost consciousness. His internal injuries, while still harboring the destructive force of thunder, seemed to have stabilized, ceasing their progression.

A faint thread of Spiritual Power gathered at his fingertips, steadily dissipating the deathly black aura that had sealed his spirit platform, and his vision gradually sharpened.

Baili An parted his lips, exhaling a cloud of murky breath.

The light within the room was soft, the curtains drawn low, and a delicate aroma wafted from an ornate incense burner shaped like a gilded lion beast. Through the thin veil of the curtains, the morning light streamed in, illuminating dancing dust motes. The unfamiliar surroundings made him question if he was still trapped in a dream.

Flashes of memory began to coalesce, forming a disjointed narrative.

Baili An recalled the events preceding his unconsciousness, a frown of unease creasing his brow.

He attempted to rise, only to find a warm, slender jade arm tightly encircling his chest.

The arm, perfumed and surprisingly warm, slid beneath his collar, caressing his chest and enticingly inching towards his abdomen. Baili An jolted, realizing his head rested upon a soft, yielding form, his neck deeply ensnared, making escape impossible.

His already pallid face grew even whiter!

Could it be that during his unconscious state, that voluptuous vixen had completely dominated him, body and soul?

Yet, the astonishment did not cease. As his senses fully returned, Baili An discovered that the delicate arms pressing against him were more than one! He remained trapped, his normally frigid body now overwhelmed by the intense heat emanating from these fiery, tender forms.

Baili An’s heart lurched. He strained his neck, catching sight of a scene that sent his pulse racing into his throat.

Before him, a young girl, adorned in pink garments and sporting double buns, knelt upon his abdomen. Her hands braced against his chest, her fingers gently massaging his body, inch by inch. She appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen, her innocence evident, her loose pink robe draped carelessly off her shoulders. A pink bellyband, embellished with fluttering butterfly motifs, barely contained her small, snow-white form, revealing glimpses of her jade-like arms. Her vermillion lips were slightly pursed, her eyes, though clear, held a mixture of timidity and shame. Despite this, she projected an alluring maturity that belied her years. She knelt bare-legged upon his torso, her hips occasionally lifting, her soft weight pressing lightly against his belly. The faint beads of sweat on her nose suggested she had maintained this awkward position for some time.

And the women entwined with him numbered five or six! Had he stumbled into a Silk Cave teeming with alluring spirits?!

At that moment, a surge of Blood Energy rushed to Baili An’s head, and he roared in fury, “What are you doing?!”

The girl poised precariously on Baili An’s abdomen, startled by his sudden, thunderous outburst, lost her balance and tumbled off him. Perhaps it was her first assignment, and Baili An’s placid demeanor during his unconsciousness had offered a degree of leniency. She had diligently massaged and attended to him all night, only to be met with his furious roar upon waking. Such a reception was entirely unprecedented. She understood that failing to satisfy a guest on her inaugural night would result in severe reprimands from her madam. The thought alone overwhelmed her, and she dissolved into tears upon the floor.

Baili An regarded the girl dabbing her eyes with her sleeve with a rigid gaze. Anyone observing would surely believe he had committed an unforgivable offense against her.

Feeling a degree of recovery, he disentangled himself from the embracing arms around him and sat up straight.

Applying pressure to the throbbing veins at his temple, he inquired in a hushed tone, "Where is this place?"

The courtesans behind Baili An, witnessing his perplexed expression, could not fathom the reason for his apparent anger.

Consequently, a daring notion took root among them.

Could this young man be unaware that he had been brought to a brothel by his own wife for an outing?

One courtesan gently clarified, "Young master, this is Liangshan City, the Anle Workshop."

"Anle Workshop?"

Noticing his look of utter confusion, another courtesan giggled behind her hand.

"Anle Workshop, indeed, the most renowned brothel in this region.

Young master, your wife's affection for you must be profound. Lv Yi has never encountered such a thoughtful and understanding lady in all my years here."