Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1705 - 1019: Wild_2

He put away the staff in his hand, turned slightly, and said indifferently: "Whether Shifang City has violated the taboo or harbors rebellious intentions, I will find out myself.

Under the Judgement Divine Staff, Miss Fang San cannot leave this city, and as for where you wish to go within the city, feel free to do so."

Fang Geyu was slightly surprised by his change in attitude.

With the staff in hand, and his status as an envoy accompanied by the gods, Tan Guangjun could not possibly harbor any fear of him.

Unlike Golden Immortal Feng Xu’s aggressiveness, Tan Guangjun’s current demeanor was not as unyielding or rude as before.

Fang Geyu couldn’t discern the source of this change. At this moment, she knew Baili An must be anxious and had no mind to engage with Tan Guangjun.

She took Baili An onto the carriage, galloping all the way to Qianyin Pavilion.

Inside, Qin Lou was burning incense and brewing tea, leisurely drinking with her daughter, listening to see if the newly brewed tea was boiling.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash!

The door was shattered by nine unicorns.

The gentle sunlight spilled into the room from the southeast corner, casting a luxurious and majestic golden carriage that glimmered in the courtyard. The coat of the unicorns shone like starlight.

Behind the golden carriage, servants and guards were all knocked over, clutching their broken limbs, wailing and rolling on the ground.

Qin Muqing screamed, looking at the girl standing sternly on the unicorn’s back, "Fang Geyu! Are you crazy? Don’t you see where this is?"

"Where is this place?" Fang Geyu pressed her hand on the sword and leapt off the unicorn.

Her petite body, not particularly tall, stood upright, stepping on the fragments of the wooden door on the ground.

Her light golden eyes, backlit, looked at her with a majestic and indifferent gaze, which felt provocative.

"Within this Shifang City, every inch of land, every blade of grass and tree belongs to me, where is there a place where I can’t run wild?"

"Fang Geyu! You’re too arrogant!"

Qin Muqing slammed the table, and the Spirit Sword unsheathed from the sword rack, falling into her palm.

She was so filled with rage she didn’t care about Fang Geyu’s status, wanting to teach this arrogant young lady a lesson in her fury.

Qin Lou was about to intervene when Fang Geyu’s eyes seemed to burn, casting two faint golden glows in the shadow of the backlight.

Qin Muqing couldn’t describe the feeling, only that she seemed to be stared into by a pair of eyes slowly opening from the abyss of darkness, with a bizarre and terrifying gaze.

Her arm was instantly covered with a layer of goosebumps, almost instinctively retracting her sword.

The anger on her face hadn’t even faded when, all of a sudden, the Spirit Sword forged from the precious Taichu Stone began to silently disintegrate into dust from the tip of the sword.

That silent yet terrifying destruction extended from the sword toward her palm.

Qin Muqing screamed, retreating three steps, yet Fang Geyu, standing at the door, drifted over like a ghost.

Her screams were abruptly choked off by a slender hand clutching her throat.

As Qin Muqing’s vision spun, the cold little face of Fang Geyu vanished rapidly, with the roof beams above appearing in her view.

She was slammed to the ground powerlessly.

At that moment, her internal organs seemed to shift places, with a metallic taste rising from deep in her throat.

"Puh!!!"

Spitting out specks of bright red liquid, Qin Muqing’s face was full of pain.

Furious inside, she initially thought that although Fang Geyu was a prodigy in cultivation.

She was accustomed to luxury and couldn’t endure hardship, her cultivation often began with enthusiasm and ended with none.

In terms of realm strength, Qin Muqing was confident she could crush her.

Unexpectedly, today, with Fang Geyu’s strike, the one without any ability to fight back was her.

Seeing her daughter battered, Qin Lou, no matter how composed, couldn’t hold her expression, her face turned exceedingly grim.

As she attempted to teach Fang Geyu a lesson, her heart suddenly chilled, her hair standing on end!

An icy longsword, unbeknownst to her, arrived under her throat, gently pressing.

Feeling her skin prickle, Qin Lou dared not make a rash move.

Her whole body stiffened as she turned her eyes, meeting a pair of crimson cold eyes, the chill creeping into her heart, rendering her speechless.

She only heard a youthful, emotionless voice beside her ear: "The Steward of Shifang City, is just this much..."

Qin Lou’s mouth twitched, finally managing to speak with difficulty:

"Mr. Ji, although you are the honored guest of the Third Miss, this is ultimately Shifang City. Creating such a disturbance with the miss, I’m afraid you’re going too far..."

As soon as the words fell, the stabbing pain in her neck deepened, the sharp tip of the sword pressing inch by inch into her throat’s skin.

Qin Lou was terrified: "I don’t know where I have offended Mr. Ji, please speak clearly!"

Fang Geyu sneered coldly: "Qin Lou, how dare you, conspiring against the Empress of Central Netherworld!"

The horror on Qin Lou’s face froze abruptly, she was at a loss for words.

Qin Muqing didn’t understand why her mother was putting on a guilty expression; they had done this very discreetly, merely passing messages.

If investigated thoroughly, it would only be like subtle traces, impossible to track.

This Fang Geyu was clearly trying to trick them, and she immediately retorted sharply:

"Fang Geyu! With no evidence, how can you falsely accuse us out of thin air.

My mother has no past grievances with the Empress of Central Netherworld, how could she plot against her?!"

Fang Geyu leisurely released her neck, then leisurely clenched her fist, slowly smashing a fist hard into Qin Muqing’s face.

Qin Muqing’s face, full of explanations, anger, and unwillingness, was instantly twisted and gruesome.

Fang Geyu said nothing, just carrying the most casual cold sneer.

Punch after punch fell heavily, the delicate and pretty little fists covered in blood didn’t stop.

"Boom!"

Another punch fell. When Fang Geyu’s eyes calmed and she stood up straight after retracting her hand, rubbing her wrist, she looked at the already unrecognizable Qin Muqing, her tone relaxed and casual:

"I thought Qin Muqing was just an aspiring good-for-nothing, didn’t expect her to be quite tough."

Her gaze shifted slightly, looking at the gradually trembling Qin Lou, she said indifferently:" No wonder the mother, a bit smarter than your daughter."

Qin Lou had navigated Shifang City for many years, with such depth and schemes. Since Fang Geyu could find her so quickly.

And asserted so confidently that she had plotted against the Empress of Central Netherworld, behaving so rampant and reckless.

Then naturally... the evidence in front of her was not important at all.

Qin Lou struggled to calm the boiling emotions, looking at Fang Geyu with a complex and profound gaze: "Did you have your people arranged by my side?"

Fang Geyu wiped the blood off her hand, saying indifferently: "Is this something so strange? Qin Lou, you are just an illegitimate daughter raised by my father.

So it happens my Shifang City is big and wealthy, not to mention supporting you mother and daughter, even supporting your entire Qin family is but an easy task.

Over the years, besides you, there were no few women my father kept outside, I had no interest in meddling, except for you, Qin Lou... too restless."

Qin Lou looked at Fang Geyu in a daze, seemingly understanding something, giving a bitter smile:

"The way Young Miss Fang conceals her strength is truly unique, hahaha... indeed it is.

If you were to endure silently every day, I would surely see you as a schemer lying low, finding ways to get rid of you.

Instead, you being so overbearing and aggressive made me forget you have the blood of a lion by nature.

How laughable, plotting day and night, thinking my power was growing, getting bigger by day, turns out all this was just you wanting me to get bigger."

Fang Geyu said indifferently: "After all, managing such a large Shifang City is indeed a troublesome thing, I’m accustomed to enjoyment.

These trivial, labor-intensive matters, turning hair white, leaving them to you mother and daughter to handle saves trouble.

More importantly, didn’t you both also quite enjoy those days of running around, planning and scheming for Shifang City?

You like having power at hand so much, so I give you power at hand.

Except you don’t know... no matter how much power you hold in hand..."

Fang Geyu stepped on Qin Muqing’s cheek, wild posture, cold gaze:

"Cannot change the reality that I am the master of Shifang City!"

Hearts, money, power, status, glory, she could give them, naturally, she could take them back.

Qin Lou looked at such Fang Geyu, feeling a bone-chilling cold, her lips dry like burning fire, indescribable despair in her heart.

Eventually, she closed her eyes painfully, saying with a bitter voice: "In the Soul Punishment Tomb... the Empress of Central Netherworld, in the Soul Punishment Tomb."