Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1537 - 952: Si Li’s Mission

Despite being disfigured into a ghastly sight by the old Taoist, she remained fixated on this particular matter.

Baili An cast a casual glance her way, his expression no longer displaying the same cold resistance as before.

Observing his demeanor, Shu Ci surmised that he likely wouldn't refuse. She paused, waiting for him silently for a moment.

Noticing his continued silence, she audaciously applied a bit more pressure with her tail, drawing him nearer.

The proximity to the Karma Barrier scent on him invariably caused Shu Ci to adopt a vacant look, as it always did.

She delicately tilted her chin upwards, moving towards his neck.

Seeing that he made no move to resist, a flicker of yearning ignited within her heart.

Had Baili An been resistant, given her current state, she might not have been able to budge him even if her tail were torn off.

Perhaps he had finally understood and was prepared to concede to her wishes?

Just as she drew closer, Baili An's body tensed almost imperceptibly.

From her vantage point, his facial expression was obscured, but she could clearly see the pale skin of his neck up close, radiating a freshness that was unexpectedly alluring.

Shu Ci, typically bold and decisive, adopted a careful and refined approach only when it came to sustenance.

Alternatively, the 'food' before her was proving remarkably challenging, and now, by willingly presenting itself, it felt particularly precious and hard-won.

She refrained from making any abrupt movements, fearful of startling him away.

Her other tail cautiously encircled his waist, while her two small, pale hands gripped his arm firmly.

Her lips gently brushed against the cool, smooth skin, applying a light suction and a gentle lick.

A faint swallowing sound accompanied the movement of his prominent Adam's apple beneath her lips, suggesting a degree of discomfort.

Shu Ci, however, found his reaction rather amusing, extending her tongue to playfully chase this small, mobile protrusion.

Before she could indulge further, the tail around Baili An's waist was suddenly gripped by him, and she was then steadily pushed away.

Shu Ci, having only savored a fleeting sweetness, was abruptly halted and pushed back before she could fully appreciate it.

She gazed at Baili An with clear dissatisfaction, demanding, "What are you doing?"

Baili An's neck bore a trail of small red marks, reminiscent of mosquito bites.

He averted his face, the residual light in his eyes appearing profound and dark, his voice a low rumble, "You said one bite, just one. If you take more, I might not endure it."

This person wasn't a candied hawthorn berry; a single lick shouldn't cause him to melt away.

Shu Ci distinctly perceived his pretense for an excuse and indignantly retorted, "The old Taoist was indeed correct about you! Your body is utterly inadequate! After just one taste, you appear so feeble and delicate!

How is it that your body has improved now, yet you're not as resilient as that night when you were gravely wounded and unconscious? Your secretive feasting then was far more potent than this."

This shameless fox actually found a pretext for stealing a bite.

Baili An unceremoniously tossed the damp handkerchief at her face, grumbling, "Cover yourself. If you continue to whine, I fear you'll regret it."

Deep within the creek-side woods, observing the pair locked in their passionate exchange, a contingent of Taixuan disciples, clad in white and red, felt their faces flush and hearts pound.

One female disciple whispered, "Is this the newly accepted disciple of the Nine Classics Master? Such exquisite beauty?"

Another disciple appeared flustered, commenting, "Being so brazen in public, even if married, they shouldn't behave so unrestrainedly. And that woman, she doesn't seem like a virtuous person, especially with those two tails... she appears to be of the Demon Clan."

While the Hundred Immortal Sects did not explicitly prohibit unions between Humans and Demons.

Nevertheless, the ancient principle of righteousness and evil remaining separate dictated that no sect master or elder would wish to see their disciples entangled with the Demon Clan.

Fortunately, this particular situation was unfolding at the Taixuan Sect.

Sect Master Su Guanhai of Taixuan held minimal worldly prejudice against humans and demons.

However, the crucial precondition was that the demon must first exhibit upright conduct, devoid of any inclination towards bloodthirsty slaughter.

Amidst the hushed murmurs of the group, a female disciple couldn't resist glancing up at the solitary white figure standing ahead and inquired curiously.

"Senior Sister Su Jing, aren't we going to meet this newly accepted disciple of the Nine Classics Master..."

Her words trailed off midsentence.

This was because, from the corner of her eye, she had glimpsed Senior Sister Su Jing, who stood serenely by the creek forest, with Red Lotus Karma Fire quietly hovering around her skirts.

Despite the surrounding verdant foliage, the only ground yielding beneath her tiny feet was a patch of withered, scorched grass.

Uncertain of what had incited Senior Sister Su Jing’s unusual agitation, given her typically serene demeanor, the female disciple felt a prickle of fear and fell silent, no longer daring to utter a word.

As Shu Ci’s face remained swathed in bandages, a sudden, booming thunderclap rent the sky. The world plunged into darkness, heralding a storm, yet the biting wind that swept through the air carried no moisture.

It was the height of noon, but a rift tore open the heavens, reminiscent of a moon ascending from the Demon Realm. Initially, a slender crescent hovered above the treetops, gradually expanding into a half-moon that kissed the horizon.

The celestial crescent slowly transformed, the inky cloud petals parting to reveal a blood moon descending upon the Mortal World, poised as if to shatter at any moment.

The colossal silhouette of the full moon, an entity spanning eons, cast down crimson moonlight that flowed like a tangible substance, drenching the wilderness in a hue of blood red, as though all existence was stained.

Beneath Baili An’s heart core, the minuscule Corpse Pearl, no larger than a grain of rice, resonated with a vibration that seeped deep into her very soul.