Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1581 - 963: Love Is a Knife That Slices Flesh

A deathly silence, so profound one could almost perceive the faint movement of insects seeking refuge from the winter chill within the tower, enveloped the Luminous Lamp.

The wine cup in Fang You’s grasp contorted under his pressure.

Through the years, he had been the closest confidant to the Ten Directions Sword, intimately aware of the formidable power it concealed.

Unlike those unable to perceive, Fang You could distinctly see the lethal intent radiating from the golden eyes and discern their target.

Mu Yunye, despite being a prodigy of the Upper Pure Immortal Realm and a distinguished figure among the younger generation of Immortals,

found himself unable to withstand the Emperor's malevolent gaze, a power that even Daluo Golden Immortals would struggle to endure.

Furthermore, Fang Geyu had not intended to kill; otherwise, Mu Yunye would never have managed to escape.

Yet, how could this mere youth, descended from human lineage, endure the terrifying aura of those golden eyes?

Beneath Fang You’s strained skin, a maelstrom of emotions churned.

Situ Ye and the other hopefuls leaned forward involuntarily, their eagerness toppling wine vessels and scattering dishes.

All present seemed suspended in disbelief.

The memory of Mu Yunye’s desperate crawl, akin to a wounded beast, remained etched in their minds.

Though the exact details of Fang Geyu’s actions remained unknown,

something unfathomable and dreadful had undoubtedly befallen Mu Yunye.

But why could this youth, a mere mortal, position himself against the wall by the door, a feat beyond even the capabilities of someone as formidable as Mu Yunye, the son of a Golden Immortal?

And then, why did he approach Miss Fang with such effortless grace, as if taking a leisurely stroll?

Ning Feiyan’s eyes widened in shock and wonder before she turned to Yin Baishuang, who observed the spectacle with detached amusement.

"It appears something rather significant transpired between him and Miss Fang within the Bronze Gate," she remarked.

Yin Baishuang lowered her head, her grip on the wine cup steady, devoid of the astonishment displayed by others. She calmly swirled the pale golden liquid.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "I’m uncertain of any significant events, but I find immense satisfaction in witnessing this group of foolish individuals face such humiliation."

Ning Feiyan paused, then laughed. "Your capacity for broad-mindedness is truly remarkable."

Yin Baishuang took a sip of wine, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. Her gaze followed Baili An’s retreating form, and she murmured,

"Ah, time has indeed altered certain predetermined outcomes.

He was the one I could not hold onto, neither in life nor in death.

Now he stands before me, so vibrant and full of spirit.

Even a mere silhouette is more than I could have wished for.

Moreover... if I were to move a short distance away, he would surely notice me immediately and seek me out."

Yin Baishuang turned her eyes, and under the cold night sky, illuminated by the radiant Luminous Glass Lamp, her apricot eyes crinkled with amusement.

"While I cherish and adore him, a flicker of jealousy occasionally surfaces, but only a slight one. Now is not the time for petulance.

If I were to pout now, wouldn't I hinder him?

After all, not everyone warrants my jealousy, especially not the Young Palace Master.

If I were to feel envious, Fang Geyu would first need to earn a place among my confidantes.

By then, I will undoubtedly have ample time and means to surpass her.

For when it comes to liking someone, I possess considerable patience."

Ning Feiyan always perceived a hint of ambiguity in the laughter that danced within Yin Baishuang’s eyes.

Just as she was about to respond, Yin Baishuang smiled at Ning Feiyan and stated,

"You mischievous one, you pilfered my plate of grapes and secretly consumed my walnuts. Your Young Palace Master remembers these transgressions.

As fellow cultivators, we have ample time. Wait until your child is born, and then it will be a matter of the elder bullying the younger."

Ning Feiyan pondered why all the women associated with this 'stupid cat' shared such a peculiar disposition.

Yun Rong was similar; how could Yin Baishuang, the Young Palace Master of Cangwu Palace, be the same?

Each seemed utterly consumed by love.

Simply because they had shared intimacy with the same man, they shamelessly abandoned their enmities, blurring the lines between the righteous and the demonic.

This led Ning Feiyan to speculate that if such emotional bonds could resolve conflicts, the million-year Immortal-Demon war might not have been so difficult.

However, she then recalled how the allure of Enchanting Demon women towards Immortal gods in the past had provoked furious retaliation from their divine partners,

intensifying the conflict and deepening the insurmountable hatred.

Indeed, the adage 'Wise men do not fall into the river of love' holds true in the world.

Women who succumb to petty affections and passions begin to forfeit their intellect.

Wine acts as a consuming flame, while love serves as a cutting blade.Unlike those who are occasionally moved, instinctively refusing, and jesting jovially, only desire moves them, not feelings – that is the truth. For women like this, whose minds become extremely simple when they fall deeply in love, it is best to seize the moment. She, Ning Feiyan, is different. Whether men or women, they are merely tools that fit perfectly in her hand. Who would dare to consider themselves her sibling? She could utterly destroy her own sister. If faced with danger, Ning Feiyan is confident. Without any hesitation, she would ruthlessly sacrifice them to protect her own interests, just as she always does. She would never be so careless and foolish.