Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1690 - 1013: It’s Actually Her

The trusted aide quickly departed and headed deeper into Wanggui Building.

Tan Guangjun leisurely wiped the blood from his hands and then took out a scepter from beneath his wide robe.

The scepter touched the ground, and both hands were placed atop it, fingers interlocked.

The movement was indescribably noble, yet casual.

He lowered his eyes and fell silent.

Fang You looked at the scepter embedded with dark blue gemstones beneath his hands, a touch of astonishment on his face.

If he was not mistaken, this should be the scepter of authority for administering punishment, bestowed with the power of judgement by Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan for the Divine Lord of the East Heaven Temple’s altar.

Tan Guangjun, as a Divine Envoy, was also the most powerful companion god by the Venerable Immortal Emperor’s side.

He was the only one, apart from the Emperor Chenghuang, who could wield this scepter of power.

Today, the Emperor was in trouble here, inexplicably suffering from a mysterious and lethal toxin, tormented beyond endurance.

Not only did the Divine Envoy Tan Guangjun come in person, but he also descended to the Mortal World wielding power.

The Judgement Divine Staff could judge all beings, let alone a mere Shifang City.

This meant that if Shifang City could not provide him with a satisfactory answer today.

Even with Zhonghua Immortal Palace backing Shifang City, the matter would by no means be resolved peacefully.

Fang You faintly sensed a looming disaster, and the many cultivators attending the auction were also tense.

Although Tan Guangjun, the Divine Envoy, had not explicitly spoken to restrict their freedom.

Yet at this moment, with the Venerable Immortal poisoned and in danger, under such a tense and anxious atmosphere, no one dared to recklessly leave.

Lest they end up like that dancer, with no corpse left intact.

That trusted aide had been gone for a long time.

In this tense situation hanging by a thread, Miss Fang Da had yet to arrive.

Tan Guangjun’s fingers on the scepter moved up and down with increasing speed.

Though his face showed no expression, everyone could feel the cold impatience in the air.

Seeing this, everyone secretly sighed in their hearts.

This Miss Fang of Shifang City truly lived up to her reputation; the rumors did not deceive.

Fang Geyu was indeed famously defiant and arrogant, conceited and reckless.

She was truly spoiled by City Lord Fang You; did she really think that Tan Guangjun was here to indulge her frivolous whims?

It was originally thought that this Miss Fang San’s capriciousness had its limits.

Yet mortally serious matters unfolded heedlessly in line with her whims.

The light of day dimmed, the sky like ink, clouds like fire.

Tan Guangjun, who emerged from the Emperor’s chambers, astonishingly waited for over half an hour, his majestic body as unmoving as a rock, apparently full of patience.

But in the deathly quiet Wanggui Building, a terrifying pressure gradually enveloped everyone’s shoulders, crushing like a mountain, surging like a sea, leaving twisted expressions on faces.

In the invisible space, the pressure multiplied in layers, making everyone feel their bones were pressed with chilling pain, as if heavy hammers slowly pounded on their bones.

With Fang Geyu’s delay in appearing, the invisible pounding grew more terrifying, and everyone paled with agony.

Qin Muqing was among them; though her extremity of talent in talismanic arts was extraordinary, her cultivation was just over twenty years.

Under this suffocating hidden anger, she had cursed Fang Geyu countless times in her heart.

She truly felt that Fang Geyu was deliberately torturing her, detestable and foolish.

Did she think borrowing the Divine Envoy’s authority was so easy?

By being so dismissive and slow, she had offended the Divine Envoy. Certainly, she would suffer later.

Only Golden Immortal Feng Xu remained unfazed, observing with scornful eyes, calmly watching as someone wielded power like a dunce.

After a while, like a statue standing still, Tan Guangjun’s body finally moved a little.

The scepter under his hand lightly rose an inch, then silently fell.

Baili An only heard a mighty bell tolling in his mind, spiritual power surging as his divine soul wavered.

His expression unchanged, the Purple Lightning Talisman in his spirit platform emitted profound talismanic power, dispersing the explosive divine sound into tranquility.

With each gather and release, the consumption of spiritual power was negligible, causing him little impact.

However, within Wanggui Building, those whose cultivation fell slightly short toppled like reaped wheat, clutching their chests in pain, blood forced out from seven orifices, ghastly red.

Few remained standing, being among the Mortal World’s finest.

Yet Tan Guangjun did not bother to lift his deeply lowered brow, only letting out a cold laugh, saying:

"City Lord Fang You, this daughter of yours seems quite unruly..."

City Lord Fang You’s face was ashen and unsightly, on the verge of bowing in apology, when a chilling, light voice wafted from the second floor:

"On one’s own turf, it’s the host who should decide how rules should be kept, right?"

Upon hearing this voice, the invisible pressure around Tan Guangjun finally lifted like a boon.

He finally raised his eyes, searching toward the sound.

In the light of the Luminous Glass Lamp, a slender silhouette half-leaned against the fourth-floor railing, gazing outward with lofty air.

The girl’s unique facial curve was plump and soft, yet an innate arrogance and noble aloofness shone between her brows, with delicate gold leaf plum blossom patterns at her temples adding to her regal aura.

Severely adorned and in splendid attire, she lightly leapt down from the railing, her pale gold robes billowing like clouds, the hem and sleeves fluttering like water rippling in the breeze.