Chapter 452 - No Need to Trouble the Immortal Lord
Unfolding in Chapter 452 of "Journey to the End of the Night": A hint of anger finally surfaced in his serene eyes, for he had never been... Keep reading!
A hint of anger finally surfaced in his serene eyes, for he had never been treated with such frivolous disrespect in all his years of cultivation.
âImmortal Lord, your appearance and demeanor deeply captivate Fei Yanâs heart.
I come bearing a gift of ten miles of spring breeze and tender affection, hoping the Immortal Lord will not harshly reject my humble self.â
She was an Enchanting Demon who had lived a life of indulgence amidst the desires of the mortal world, and upon spotting desirable prey, she naturally approached in a direct and uninhibited manner.
Not to mention, she came specifically for him tonight.
Although it was a pity that his Spirit Root was now damaged, he was still the most esteemed Immortal Lord in all of heaven and earth.
This body of an Immortal must have bathed in the purest of starlight and moonbeams.
If she could harvest his essence tonight, it would not be difficult for her to replace the departed Fei Yan and become one of the new Six Rivers.
Little did he expect that tonight he would attract such a femme fatale.
He was speechless for a long time, and to her ambitious advances, he earnestly replied, âI already have a virtuous wife at home, Iâm afraid I cannot fulfill the ladyâs wish.â
âLady?â The usually playful Enchanting Demon Fei Yan was taken aback by the term, finding the address oddly strange, yet not unpleasant.
Most humans from the righteous path despised the lascivious nature of Enchanting Demons and regarded them with disdain and contempt, priding themselves as gentlemen, often reiterating the ancient enmity between good and evil, humans and demons.
Yet, when unobserved, these so-called gentlemen were far more shameless than any Enchanting Demon.
His upright rejection was not based on her notorious reputation as an Enchanting Demon; it was simply because he already had a wife.
Indeed, he was an Immortal Lord not easily despised.
For such a man, she didnât wish to engage in excessive pretenses.
She tossed aside her sword robe and walked towards him slowly, her smile revealing, âThe gentlemanâs heart is pure and free of corrupt thoughts; any further flirtations from me would just be humiliating myself.â
Fei Yan confessed unabashedly, âI wonât hide it, gentleman, I came specifically for you tonight.
Now that the Demon World is reviving, and with Fei Yan of the Six Rivers fallen in the great battle of right versus evil, her position hangs vacant.
To ensure that the lineage of the Enchanting Demon continues, one must become a new one of the Six Rivers.
Though your Primordial Yang is lost, gentleman, you remain the finest furnace for cultivation under these heavens.
Whether you are willing or not todayâŚâ
She smiled slightly and said, âThis body of yours, Fei Yan is determined to have.â
Yun Rong had been so shocked inside his ice coffin that his jaw had nearly fallen off his knees.
Fang Geyu simply couldnât bear to watch anymore; not even a tiger fallen flat on the plains could be as pitiful as him.
Even he involuntarily took two steps back, forced by her explicit advances.
The illustrious Sword Master nervously clenched his broken sword, flailing helplessly in the air, and suddenly stuttered, âYouâŚ
youâve got the wrong person, IâŚ
I donât understand matters of men and women, youâŚ
you wonât find any pleasure in it.â
Enchanting Demon Fei Yan burst into laughter at this, thinking how could a man married for over a thousand years not know about such matters?
It was just a flimsy excuse made in desperation.
She persevered, soothingly saying, âThe gentleman truly is kind-hearted.
Here I am to harvest your essence, and yet you still worry about my feelings?
Thatâs rather superfluous.â
His face flushed slightly as he immediately retorted, âI did not mean it that way.â
The Enchanting Demon took another two steps towards him, her demeanor utterly sincere, âI felt the gentlemanâs cheek earlier, and it was burning hot.
You must have caught a chill from traveling all night.
Being the caring person that you are, I certainly wonât trouble you furtherâŚâ
He sighed in relief upon hearing this, silently praising that the lady was indeed considerate and reasonable.
Compared to those demons who resorted to life-and-death battles at the drop of a hat, she was a thousand times easier to talk to.
But then she added this:
Her face was brimming with a smile, her eyes sparkling with eager anticipation, âSo tonight, thereâs no need for the gentleman to trouble himself, I can take the initiative.â
He almost spat out blood in frustration, the raging turmoil in his blood aggravating his old injuries, which throbbed painfully.
This lady truly had the power to kill without a trace.
Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly felt dizzy, his body succumbing to overpowering weakness and softness, like an unstoppable tide.
The broken sword in his hand fell powerlessly as the whole world spun before his eyes.
Staggering, he felt as if he was walking on cotton, his body involuntarily collapsing.
A fragrant breeze wafted by as Enchanting Demon Fei Yan held him steady in her arms, her laughter light and airy.
Seeing his puzzled expression, Fei Yan couldnât help but feel a tickle in her heart, and impulsively pecked his cheek, âIs the esteemed Sword Master of Bai Tuo Mountain truly naĂŻve?
The art of the Enchanting Demon is not all brute force.â
His face, now adorned with a faint blush, frowned as he looked at the blood-red roses blooming on the ground, their delicate and lingering scent assaulting the spirit.
His body began to heat up alarmingly, his bones feeling as if they were melting away.
âThis flowerâŚâ
The Enchanting Demon, undeterred, scattered the sash around his waist, her hand resting on his bare side.
The feeling in her palm revealed his waistâs lean and firm muscles, most agreeable to the touch.
She laughed, âThis flower is called the Heroâs Tomb.
The Heroâs Tomb of a maidenâs heart, do you like it, gentleman?â
âPlease have some decency, lady,â he replied, his cheek reddening from her rather straightforward touch.
Perhaps having never faced such a situation, he couldnât hide his bewilderment.
In this world rampant with demons, was it becoming this dangerous even for men?
As he moved to push her away, she countered with a gentle push of her own.
Amidst the fragrance of flowers, he was pressed down into a bed of roses.
Yun Rong had already stood up from his ice coffin, his face more grave and stern than ever, persistently pounding the ice coffin loudly.
âIs your wife getting anxious and angry?
A gentleman like you has been her exclusive for over a millennium; despite you not being a woman, whatâs wrong with letting me sample the charm of the Heavenly Sword?
We are both women, so thereâs no need to be petty.â
Fei Yanâs long eyes smiled gently, her soft and boneless body pressing down on him.
One hand braced on his chest while the other danced around like a gliding fish.
The Enchanting Demon hesitated for a brief moment, biting her lower lip, her gaze dripping with seduction, her fair face blushing with a shy redness.
How delightfully surprising.
The pounding on the ice coffin grew louder.
The man beneath the Enchanting Demon trembled uncontrollably, his eyes reddened from irritation, vitality seemingly sapped by the Heroâs Tomb, now surging back as he began to struggle and kick fiercely.
He bit back angrily, âWhere are you putting your hands?!
Take them off!â
Fei Yan hadnât expected such a vehement reaction; had she not known about his longstanding marriage, she would have thought this Immortal Lord to be a novice.
Seeing him put up such a fight after succumbing to the Heroâs Tomb, she had no choice but to pin down his legs tightly with her knees.
Then with a snap of her fingers, two thorny tendrils bearing blood-red roses entrapped his wrists, the Immortal Lord beneath her no different than a fish on a chopping block.