Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1582 - 963: Love Is a Blade That Slices Flesh (2)

Bright pearls blazed, casting down streams of white light.

Fang Geyu’s gaze fell emotionlessly upon the wine goblet cradled in Baili An’s fingers. She then raised her own hand, gently reaching for it.

As the golden cup settled into her grasp, it instantly dissolved into a cascade of quicksand, slipping through her fingertips.

“Something I desired moments ago, I now have no wish for. Tell me, what am I to do?” she stated plainly.

Observing her defiant and cold demeanor, Baili An narrowed his eyes slightly and advanced once more.

His calm posture carried a palpable, albeit unspoken, aggression.

Over the preceding three years, Fang Geyu had suppressed her seven emotions, and her physical form appeared to have ceased developing, remaining noticeably shorter.

She stood a half-head shorter than Baili An.

Her high-bridged nose almost brushed against Baili An’s chin.

Despite this proximity, Fang Geyu did not retreat even an inch. Perhaps sensing the potent intent radiating from Baili An’s aura, she coldly raised her eyes.

Her deep black pupils underwent a swift transformation, solidifying into a distinct golden hue. The lines of her pupils contracted into narrow, sharp slits, reminiscent of the eyes of a cold-blooded creature.

The girl’s delicate cherry lips seemed to be accentuated by an invisible brush dipped in vermilion ink, becoming strikingly vivid. It was as though a pure celestial maiden had suddenly descended into the Demon Path.

A wicked, heartless smile bloomed on her face. “Earlier, you inquired what else I might desire. If I were to ask for the heart of your seven emotions and six desires to nourish me, to help me grow, would you consent?”

The shift in her eyes was instantaneous.

Fang Geyu appeared to have transformed into an entirely different being.

Reflected within the brilliant glow of the pearl-lit lamps, Baili An’s tear-streaked, blood-red eyes clearly mirrored her face and form.

Furthermore, he distinctly perceived the soul transference occurring beneath the guise of the beautiful girl.

The entity now before him, smiling softly, the girl brimming with interwoven seven emotions and six desires, spoke with a voice tinged with a peculiar, decadent wickedness.

If the Fang Geyu he had faced just moments before was the one whose emotions were sealed, whose eyes held an unfamiliar detachment.

Then the individual confronting him now had already become someone else entirely.

The True Ancestor Evil God!

That ’Taboo’ residing within the Ten Directions Sword!

In stark contrast to the aloof and world-weary Fang Geyu.

At this present moment, her sacred golden vertical pupils blazed with avarice, rage, obsession, hatred, love, wickedness, and lust—the five poisons, six desires, seven emotions, eight sufferings, and nine hardships were all manifest.

The intense cravings of the mortal realm were vividly and masterfully portrayed in those golden eyes, like bold strokes of paint.

She subsisted on the essence of worldly emotions!

Gazing at Baili An, her eyes radiated an overwhelming ambition, a ravenous hunger.

Witnessing this turn of events, Fang You suddenly seemed to grasp the situation.

A chilling sensation enveloped his heart, and a nascent fear surfaced. His fingers, pale as frost, clutched the distorted wine goblet.

He had never anticipated that a moment of lost control would cascade into such a catastrophic, unmanageable outcome.

Who was this young man? Merely by his proximity, his aura alone had provoked such a drastic transformation in Fang Geyu.

Causing her emotions to spiral uncontrollably in an instant, thus granting the True Ancestor Evil God an opportunity.

Allowing her a mere taste of ‘sweetness,’ reversing roles, and completely seizing control of her body.

Indeed, there remained not a single trace of Fang Geyu’s soul within those eyes.

Baili An observed the entire scene with clarity. His gaze, deep and blood-red, betrayed no hint of concern or panic.

He arched an eyebrow slightly, inquiring with surprising calmness, “How do you intend to take the heart of my seven emotions and six desires to sustain yourself?”

“Fang Geyu” let out a delicate, knowing giggle. She retrieved another golden goblet filled with wine from the table, extending it towards Baili An.

“There’s a saying that wine is the genesis of all desire. Why don’t you offer me a cup first, and then I shall explain in detail…”

Before her dangerous and suggestive words had fully left her lips, Baili An coolly tilted the offered cup back, draining its contents.

Then, he executed a move that stunned all observers.

With dominant force, he cupped Fang Geyu’s nape and descended in a powerful kiss!

The instant Baili An claimed her soft, cool lips, he paid no heed to the gasps of shock erupting behind him.

With decisive intent, his supple, agile tongue darted out, parting a slightly trembling yet yielding set of teeth.

Cool wine, crisp as a mountain spring, flowed between Fang Geyu’s lips and teeth.

The girl’s snow-white, exquisite neckline writhed gently as she was compelled to swallow mouthfuls of the cool, clear liquid.

Those sharp, sacred golden pupils instantly lost their focus, appearing as though they might dissolve.

This kiss, arriving without preamble, was exceptionally fierce, imbued with a powerful sense of invasion.

Even the True Ancestor remained impassive, only feeling waves of dizziness wash over her, accompanied by a peculiar sensation in her legs and waist.

Weakness!

She felt incredibly unsteady, yearning to collapse from his embrace.

Yet, Baili An’s grip tightened around Fang Geyu’s slender waist.

As Fang You gasped, Baili An fiercely kicked the table behind Fang Geyu, forcefully pressing her down onto a wide chair.

Baili An’s breath stirred the small iron box nestled beneath her neck. The delicate white legs of a spider desperately clawed at the thick cocoon, as if attempting to break free.

Fang Geyu’s eyes grew increasingly unfocused, her chest experiencing severe oxygen deprivation. The corners of her eyes turned red and moist, resembling peach blossoms veiled in mist—hazy and soft.

After delivering a mouthful of wine, Baili An finally, and mercifully, released her.

He then stood nonchalantly, arms crossed, as if nothing had transpired amidst the shocked silence of the onlookers. He gazed down at the True Ancestor Evil God, whom he had just intoxicated with his own lips.

The True Ancestor Evil God perceived extreme desecration from his audacious stare, longing to rise in great anger.

However, she discovered her limbs were weak and utterly powerless. The chair beneath her felt slick, as if coated in oil, offering no stability.

Her arm, barely propped up, slackly slipped down, much like an exquisite puppet whose strings had been severed.

She could only slump completely onto the large chair, which was a stark mismatch for her frame.

Baili An observed her golden irises, which seemed to melt like sugar dissolving in water, devoid of any former majesty.

He let out a disdainful sneer, slowly leaning down. He intentionally allowed his lips to graze the vibrant red mole just below her earlobe and whispered:

"How could the True Ancestor, who revels in the six desires, be so clumsy? Using Fang Geyu’s body, so weak to alcohol, how dare you allow me to feed you wine? Even with your profound abilities, do you not find yourself completely at my mercy now?"

The Evil God True Ancestor had never endured such contempt and humiliation.

She lifted her gaze, filled with resentment, but her vision was a blurred, dizzying mess.

The fierce glare she intended to convey lost its sharpness, instead resembling a small feline forced to imbibe wine, its eyes brimming with moisture, futilely puffing up its fur in defiance.

Fang You, witnessing the True Ancestor Evil God incapacitated by a mere glass of wine, appeared as though struck by ten wild oxen—utterly astonished.

He stood with his mouth agape, heart filled with anxious dread, contemplating the terrifying retribution the True Ancestor Evil God would unleash upon Shifang City once her intoxication subsided.

But before this concern could take root, Baili An had already lifted ’Fang Geyu’.

In plain sight of everyone, he stood before the highest seat, addressing the dumbfounded group of suitors.

Baili An stated calmly, "Regarding entering this family, that can be easily arranged. Furthermore, I can satisfy her desires for companionship. However, I am not as accommodating as Immortal Lord Mu. If Miss Fang intends to keep other lovers besides me, I would be quite offended."

Situ Ye was the first to comprehend. He realized this commoner was boldly laying claim to them all.

How could anyone possibly tolerate such audacity!

He sprang up in a fit of furious rage, "You damned catamite! What are you playing at! I see you are..."

Baili An nonchalantly raised his eyes. Two embers simmered within his pupils, akin to the other shore, where two demonic flowers bloomed in fiery red.

Suddenly, Situ Ye’s foot seared. Glancing down, he saw a churning River of Hell beneath him. Countless bone hands, burning with fire, reached out to grasp him, attempting to drag him into the abyss.

Situ Ye’s eyes bulged. He let out a spectral scream, his legs buckling, collapsing under the sheer terror of the Yellow Spring’s deathly aura.

In his eyes, Baili An leisurely strode from the shore of the Hell River, cradling a drunken maiden. He looked at the pale-faced Situ Ye and the other ashen-hued suitors:

"If any of you still wish to contend for the position of Third Miss of Shifang City’s lover, you are most welcome to try. But know this: at that time, I will undoubtedly shatter every bone in your bodies, because... I am not as gentlemanly as Mu Yunye."