Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1579 - 962: What More Do You Want

Though his body shook uncontrollably, his lips turned pale and trembled, and his fingernails dug into his flesh, he could not overcome the immense terror that surged within him.

So profound was his fear that his knees, pressed against the steps, grew weak, barely able to sustain his weight.

Under the astonished and disbelieving gazes of the assembled crowd...

Mu Yunye threw himself into a full prostration, his chin smacking heavily against the stone step at Fang Geyu’s feet, all dignity cast aside.

Then, he slid down the steps inch by inch, utterly without strength.

The golden illumination in Fang Geyu’s eyes receded, vanishing like dissipating mist.

Her expression returned to one of innocent disinterest as she slowly lowered herself into a squat, propping her chin with her hands.

A collar of snow-white fox fur framed her fair, smiling face.

"I merely asked Immortal Lord Mu to retrieve a wine cup for me, why did he suddenly kneel?"

In recent years, Fang Geyu’s growth seemed to have entered an exceptionally long phase.

Even after three years had elapsed, her appearance remained remarkably akin to her sixteen-year-old self, her figure still slender.

As she squatted, she appeared even smaller in stature.

Yet, beneath the brilliant radiance of the Luminous Pearl, the shadow cast by her delicate form seemed almost capable of engulfing and burying Mu Yunye completely.

Against the light, and within the encroaching shadows, Fang Geyu’s dark, obsidian eyes shone brightly, like the first piercing ray of cold light that breaks through an unending night.

Mu Yunye found himself unable to suppress the overwhelming fear that tightened its grip on his heart.

He strained to move his lips, spitting out a shattered tooth amidst a spray of hot blood.

He was utterly disgraced.

The blood splattered across Fang Geyu’s golden skirt, resembling cold plum blossoms unfurling upon a holy sea of gold.

Fang Geyu’s gaze swept downwards with a chilling indifference, her tone adoptinng a strangely light and mocking quality:

"Oh? With your tooth broken, it appears you won’t be able to savor the exquisite wine at this banquet, Immortal Lord Mu?"

Mu Yunye quivered, though he had managed to escape the terrifying intensity of those golden eyes.

For a considerable time, he could not reconcile his shuddering spirit with his terrified body.

He remained speechless, yet he fully comprehended the icy hostility in Fang Geyu’s gaze.

Within the biting chill, Mu Yunye struggled to preserve his final vestiges of pride and composure.

He rose to his feet, meticulously smoothing his disheveled attire, and offered a deep bow to Fang Geyu.

At this juncture, he lacked the courage even to meet her eyes, hastily concluding the bow, his voice hoarse and devoid of its usual steadiness:

"I... I believe the wine has affected me somewhat; my steps are unsteady, and I have fallen rather miserably on such an important occasion.

Please accept my apologies for this clumsy display. I cannot partake in more wine and must depart to clear my head, lest I commit a greater transgression."

Fang Geyu offered a shrug, her gaze tinged with subtle disdain:

"The snow is deep, and the roads are treacherous. Immortal Lord Mu, please exercise caution as you depart."

These words echoed the sentiment she expressed before he picked up the wine cup.

A cold sweat broke out on Mu Yunye’s brow, and he dared not linger, turning to make his exit.

"Wait." Who could have anticipated Fang Geyu would call out to him at this precise moment.

Mu Yunye’s fear had not yet fully receded from his pores; his body remained frozen, unwilling to move.

Fang Geyu turned, retrieving a pair of jade chopsticks, and delicately picked up the broken tooth from the ground, offering it to Mu Yunye.

The enchanting and graceful young woman smiled brightly:

"Immortal Lord Mu, you seem to have left something behind."

Upon seeing her smile, Mu Yunye’s skin crawled with a chilling unease.

He could only stiffly extend both his palms, his hands feeling unnaturally numb.

He received the tooth that Fang Geyu dropped from the chopsticks.

Like accepting a meager offering, he cradled it in his cupped hands.

Then, unwilling to remain for another moment, his steps could no longer maintain their semblance of calm elegance.

He hastened... awkwardly out of the tower.

Fang Geyu settled back lazily onto the ground, her sword resting nearby, the golden wine cup spinning idly beneath the hem of her skirt.

Her gaze drifted languidly towards the gathered spectators:

"It appears you are all truly earnest in your proposals, making promises that reach the heavens – truly moving.

Yet none are willing to even retrieve a small wine cup for me, a truly disheartening sentiment. How, with such sincerity... can one hope to marry Fang Geyu of Shifang City?"

Situ Ye’s eyes widened considerably, though he could not perceive what Mu Yunye had witnessed.

Nor could he feel the boundless terror that lay hidden beneath Fang Geyu’s golden gaze, akin to the descent of a vast, demonic realm.

However, anyone with a modicum of sense understood that Mu Yunye was a man of immense pride and ambition.

Forcing him to feign subservience and enter Shifang City as an in-law to achieve his goals was something a true man might undertake.

But to compel him to bow before a mere human woman, to fall, bleeding from his nose and mouth, to lose a tooth, and even prostrate himself!

It seemed utterly preposterous.

Let alone Situ Ye, even others looked upon Fang Geyu with a shiver of bewilderment.

How could this all simply be about picking up a wine cup?

Baili An gently nudged a full plate of shelled walnuts towards Ning Feiyan, his eyes alight with amusement: "I told you, Mu Yunye, he cannot achieve ascension."

With the plate of walnut meat in her hand, Ning Feiyan's gaze intently examined Fang Geyu, her voice carrying an unusual lilt as she remarked, "So, it is the power of the Evil God ancestor..."

She then proceeded to shake her head, a flicker of pity gracing her eyes, and stated:

"Silly cat, you are truly quite foolish. Miss Fang, as she is now, is likely no longer the same Fang Geyu with whom you faced life and death in Xianling City. No matter what actions you take now, I fear they will prove to be in vain."

Baili An subtly shifted his head, appearing to listen with great attention to Ning Feiyan's pronouncements.