Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 652: 576: Are You Possessed?_2

Chapter 652: Chapter 576: Are You Possessed?_2

Although she did a good deed by resolving those two Shadow Demons, Baili An couldn’t help but feel that Ning Feiyan’s purpose for coming here today wasn’t so simple.

Seeing him wear a headache-plagued expression, Ning Feiyan’s eyes sparkled with deeper amusement, waiting for him to take the initiative to challenge and interrogate her. She was in a particularly bad mood today, as the toy she could have used to alleviate her boredom had rudely abandoned her and run away. Since she was unhappy, she naturally wouldn’t allow him to be too comfortable.

Despite his headache, Baili An’s frown wasn’t due to her appearance here, but rather the two blood-drenched heads he held in his hand. Seeing her still tossing them about playfully, his brow furrowed deeper, and he couldn’t help but chastise, “Don’t just play with anything you pick up, it’s filthy. Throw it away now.”

Caught off guard by his reaction, Ning Feiyan involuntarily obeyed and tossed away the dirty items in her hands, devoid of any realization. Before she could make sense of it, Wen Hanwei, filled with murderous intent, inexplicably sheathed her sword and backed away after a glance at Baili An.

Ye Lian saw Wen Hanwei lay down her weapon and couldn’t hide her surprise: “Junior Sister Wen?”

Did the Taixuan Nine Classics just voluntarily retract their sword against the Demon World’s Mohe?

Wen Hanwei returned to the campfire and added a few handfuls of dry wood to the flames, making the fire burn even more fiercely. The blaze’s warmth dispelled the damp and cold air in the cave to some extent.

Her amber eyes reflected the orange-red glow of the fire as she said calmly, “They are one of our own, it’s alright.”

Not only did Ye Lian’s face change color at these words, but even Ning Feiyan was stunned, her expression becoming rather colorful.

She came here today to cause trouble, yet how did she become one of their own in the minds of these wooden-headed Immortal Sect members?

At this moment, Baili An had already fetched a clean handkerchief and began wiping the bloodstains from her fingers. Sensing the coldness of her palms, he tugged at her sleeve and brought her over to the fire to warm up, saying with loaded significance, “It seems you are still not lightly injured from the sword strokes of She-Mo and Jiao Poison. Since there is still a day left before the Monarch’s Return Banquet, why don’t you challenge Zangxin tomorrow?”

There was a time when Ning Feiyan, posing as a human cultivator, mingled within various prestigious Immortal Sects, enjoying the scenery of sitting and discussing philosophy in the company of elegant scholars and lofty individuals.

But while these self-proclaimed noble gentlemen knew her as the Seventh Elder of the Wandao Immortal Alliance, they were oblivious to her true identity as the River Lord of the Mohe.

Yet now, with the dramatic distinction of company inside the cave, every person was aware of her true identity. There she was, sitting by the fire as the River Lord of the Mohe, alongside these transcendent Immortals, with a Scripture Master lying next to her, nearly at death’s door because of her.

And to hear the words “one of our own” from the lips of Taixuan Nine Classics was both preposterous and naive.

It was laughable; even throughout the entire Demon World, it would be difficult to find a single Demon Clan member who could claim to be “one of their own” with her.

How could she dare?

Merely by virtue of that statement, she could tarnish the reputation of Taixuan Sect’s Fanyin Sword Scripture in the Mortal World for eternity, preventing transcendence.

Ning Feiyan, who loved to exploit others’ weaknesses, found herself feeling out of place and somewhat uncomfortable as she sat there today.

So she decided to say something.

“Uh? The one lying over there, if my memory serves me right, is Jiachen from the Taixuan Sect, yes? Surprisingly, he’s still alive after being poisoned by my Bone Butterfly Demon Poison. I thought that in three more years, I would be able to collect another fresh pupa.”

The normally reticent Ye Lian’s expression cooled immediately.

Wen Hanwei seemed to realize for the first time that this River Lord and her Senior Brother actually had some grievances between them. She furrowed her brows in a knot, then glanced at the two round heads lying on the ground, promptly letting go of her concerns, saying, “The matter of you injuring Brother Jiachen, I will personally take up arms against you another day to win back his honor. But today you have assisted us, and you are a friend of my close friend’s, so with injuries on you, I naturally won’t take advantage of someone in a weak position and strike at you right now.”

Ning Feiyan thought this woman’s way of thinking was truly peculiar.

If the grievances between good and evil could be so straightforwardly distinguished and let go, why would the strife between Immortals and Demons need to persist unceasingly for tens of thousands of years?

For some reason, even though Wen Hanwei’s words were rigid and clear-cut in terms of grievances, and it was easy to find them endearing, they only served to irritate Ning Feiyan. She was adept at handling those smug hypocrites and genuinely wicked people, but she was at a complete loss when dealing with people like Wen Hanwei who were stubbornly rigid in their thinking.

Ning Feiyan finally recognized that for Wen Hanwei, whether her unconscious Senior Brother Jiachen was injured or not didn’t really matter; as long as he had a breath left in him, recovery was just a matter of time.

Intramural sparring among sect members occasionally resulted in injuries too severe to leave bed.

Killing Shadow Demons and solving their problems wasn’t something she valued; she wasn’t particularly grateful for that act of kindness. When she was brandishing her sword earlier, she hadn’t mentioned her assistance as a reason not to strike at an opportune moment.

All said and done, the one who truly caught her attention and could easily make her change her stance was still Baili An.

Simply because she believed her to be Baili An’s friend, she unreservedly put away her guard and hostility.

It wasn’t about being clear-cut with grievances; it was just about living purely.

But Ning Feiyan harbored a big doubt in her heart: how on earth did this woman believe she could be that young man’s friend?

As she pondered, she saw Wen Hanwei awkwardly fetch a few charred sweet potatoes from the fire with her Yuxiao Sword, peel one, and hand it to Ning Feiyan.

It was obvious that she was not accustomed to such warm, commonplace acts of kindness, and her peeling was extremely clumsy. Several pieces of burnt skin stuck to the soft flesh, spoiling the otherwise perfectly roasted sweet potato.

Caught in a dilemma, Ning Feiyan wasn’t sure whether to accept or refuse, as she stared blankly at Wen Hanwei: “What are you doing?”

Wen Hanwei forcibly placed the sweet potato into Ning Feiyan’s hands, her actions seemingly filled with goodwill, yet her face drawn long with a cold expression, her voice carrying a warning, “But let’s be clear, you can be friends with our little guy, but he’s the son-in-law of our Taixuan Sect. In the future, don’t address him incorrectly.”

Ye Lian was thunderstruck as if struck by lightning, incredulously covering her mouth as she stared at Wen Hanwei.

Why had her little junior sister suddenly become so forward and direct?

Had she thought she was being accepting, only to really be asserting her claim?

Upon hearing this astonishing declaration, Baili An nearly toppled into the campfire. He stared at Wen Hanwei, who seemed deadly serious and not joking at all, and felt as if a herd of stampeding horses surged in his heart.

What did her words mean?

The earnest warning left Ning Feiyan momentarily stunned, but soon enough, a syrupy smile began to form in her eyes.

Stealing a forbidden love and causing havoc in one’s harem was something Ning Feiyan loved to do.

She leisurely munched on the ragged sweet potato, her lips slightly tinted with the tempting hue, her naturally seductive eyes glancing briefly and catching sight of a blood-stained cup on a stone platform.

Ning Feiyan looked at Baili An with pity almost spilling out of her gaze, “To be the son-in-law of the Taixuan Sect doesn’t seem like much fun. They can’t even bother to feed you properly. What’s the matter? If you were fed something fresh and hot, wouldn’t that be something? All they give you is these leftover dishes. I can’t bear it.”

With that, she lifted her hand to gently tuck her hair behind her ear, loosening her neckline to reveal a swath of white slender neck underneath her black hair, along with the pale shoulders, the faint blue veins concealed beneath her soft skin. Under Wen Hanwei’s cold gaze, she shamelessly leaned in, getting exceedingly close to Baili An.

“Little son-in-law…” The three words emerged caressingly soft and sultry, their languid cadence ensnaring: “You see, if you’re hungry, I would gladly offer myself to you. Isn’t it fresh?”

Baili An leaned back, looking down at the suddenly flirtatious Enchanting Demon, and said in a still voice, “Are you bewitched? Please be normal.”