Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1695 - 1014: Woof Woof_3

Tan Guangjun raised his gaze and said, "I wonder what advice Master Feng Xu has."

Several months passed, since their parting at the Sea God Festival, Golden Immortal Feng Xu had somehow regained his youthful black hair from his previous white hair.

With arms crossed, he lowered his gaze and said, "Advice is far-fetched, I am a Golden Immortal in the heavens, and sensed the Emperor’s actions the moment he showed his divine presence in all directions. Therefore, I’ve been paying attention to his movements.

Half a month ago, when the Emperor toured the city in mortal guise, he met the Young Master of Taixuan at the night market.

He expressed admiration multiple times and invited this Miss Jing to stroll along the Golden Qilin River, but was rejected each time.

I do not know if there was a rift or conflict, which led the Young Master of Taixuan to harbor resentment.

Nor do I know during this period, after consecutive setbacks, the Emperor revealed his identity to suppress her, thus inducing dissatisfaction, resorting to extreme measures."

Tan Guangjun suddenly understood, his gaze becoming increasingly fierce and angry: "Impudence! For a mere mortal woman to receive the favor of the Emperor is the blessing of three lifetimes of cultivation!

Defying commands is already a grave offense, but daring to harbor ill intentions to harm the Emperor is truly deserving of death!"

Su Jing’s expression was indifferent, showing little reaction.

Among the crowd, people began to whisper.

"So that’s how it is. This Miss Jing is indeed an unparalleled beauty in the Mortal World, and it is only natural for the Emperor, known for his amorous nature and love for beauties, to be enamored."

"But everyone knows that Taixuan Su Jing appears cold and unfeeling on the surface, but is deeply infatuated; she has loved the Heir of Tianxi for two hundred years, to no avail!

No matter how high the Emperor’s status might be, if he wants to force himself upon Miss Jing, he is undoubtedly crossing a line.

Receiving her poison pill and facing a thousand cuts is indeed reasonable."

"Tsk tsk, isn’t it true? In the past, those lustful pursuers who coveted Miss Jing were not as high-ranking as her, and she always taught them a harsh lesson with cold means.

However, the Emperor holds a rank far above hers, and cannot be treated like ordinary pursuers.

Such extreme actions, upon reflection, make sense."

"How frightening, it is the Emperor after all, a thousand Heirs of Tianxi couldn’t compare to even one of his toes.

This Miss Jing is truly foolish to preserve herself for a man who does not love her, risking her future and immortality, truly unworthy."

"Today, Miss Jing purchased the poison pill for a thousand cuts, she probably had such extreme plans for a long time, alas..."

Despite the noisy chatter, Su Jing seemed unfazed, as if the person they were discussing wasn’t her.

Her dark eyes remained as serene as a deep pond, her tone calm as she said, "If I truly harbored the intent to harm, I wouldn’t use this pill."

Tan Guangjun fiercely said, "Still dare to argue? If you dare to absolve yourself of guilt again, I will make you taste the poison pill for a thousand cuts!"

Golden Immortal Feng Xu said, "Tan Guangjun, could you grant me some face? This Golden Immortal auction was suggested by me, after all, the Emperor facing this calamity, I bear some responsibility.

This woman’s stiff mouth won’t reveal anything useful through soft or hard measures, why not hand her over to me? I am confident I can make her speak the truth."

Fang Geyu laughed heartily, his expression disdainful: "Master Feng Xu’s reputation for amorous adventures is no less than the Emperor’s.

If this beautiful Miss Jing falls into your hands, who knows what malicious schemes you might concoct?

This matter is not yet clarified, why rush to assign guilt to anyone."

Tan Guangjun snorted coldly: "With evidence and motive both present, how could this woman dare to argue? If she cannot tell the whereabouts of that missing poison pill for a thousand cuts, today... no one will be able to protect her!"

His expression was sinister and ruthless: "The scepter in my hand hasn’t drunk its fill of blood in a long time."

Li Bansheng urgently said, his anger and fear evident, glaring at Su Jing:

"Even at this moment, Jing, you are stubborn and refuse to admit; where exactly have you used that poison pill for a thousand cuts!"

Su Jing pursed her lips, clearly unwilling to answer.

"Speak! Do you need to drive Auntie to death before you’re willing to talk?"

Pushed to her limit, Su Jing turned her face away, her tone cold with a hint of unnoticeable emotion, "Fed it to the dogs."

"Impudence!" Tan Guangjun thought she was covertly mocking the Emperor and became furious!

The gemstone on his scepter flashed with rage, its light mysterious, transforming into endless killing intent, as if about to strike her down at that moment.

Just then...

"Woof woof..." Behind Tan Guangjun suddenly came a low, mocking voice.

The voice was casual, its tone low and pleasant.

Before anyone could discern who dared to interject so rudely, a cold hand suddenly extended from behind him, with undeniable force, unexpectedly covering his nose and mouth.

Tan Guangjun was utterly shocked!

In the Mortal World, someone dared to approach him without any breath and remained undetected.

If he were stabbed from behind, how could he handle himself?!

In his fury, Tan Guangjun also felt a great sense of humiliation.

He growled indistinctly, "Who dares so impud..."

Before he could finish speaking the word, "impolite," the overly cold hand exerted force, nearly crushing his cheekbone.

Tan Guangjun was in such pain that his eyelids turned over, he could no longer breathe.

Amid the crowd’s shocked gaze, a graceful and handsome face slowly emerged from behind Tan Guangjun.

The person raised a finger, pressing it to his lips, his long lashes dark as crows, his face handsome, a picture of gentle and harmless demeanor.

Yet his eyes were deep with unfathomable colors, he spoke slowly, "Tan Guangjun, better not say impolite with every breath, lest the wind slip your tongue."

Beneath the cage of spirit light, even Su Jing, who had been calm about the major events, finally reacted. Although her face remained unchanged, her breath abruptly halted.

With her hands instinctively gripping the water-colored rope tightly against her body.

The light from the spirit caused her palms to crack and bleed, yet she seemed unaware, only staring at the person behind Tan Guangjun, her lips colorless from pressing.