Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 653 - 577: Dowry

Chapter 653: Chapter 577: Dowry

Taixuan Sect was built in the southern country, occupying Immortal Mountain to avoid worldly distractions. Although its disciples could not be considered from impoverished backgrounds, they all renounced the secular world. Ye Lian had cultivated diligently for a hundred years, and coupled with her dignified and graceful personality, she always treated people and things with immense respect and propriety, maintaining her integrity without indulgence.

She and Jiachen, as fellow disciples, were always close, using their eyes, speech, and behavior prudently every day.

How could she then tolerate Ning Feiyan’s wanton and idle demoness demeanor?

Ye Lian frowned and looked at Baili An, her gentle voice carrying a hint of seriousness, "What exactly is Young Master Si Chen’s relationship with this River Lord Ning? If Young Master is on good terms with Sister Hanwei, shouldn’t he be mindful of his behavior towards other women?"

Upon hearing this, Baili An knew she must have misunderstood something. He indeed got along well with Wen Hanwei, but it was purely a platonic relationship. What’s more, what did they mean by asking him to be more cautious?

It was clear that it was Ning Feiyan who had approached him herself.

But her question about his relationship with Ning Feiyan... That momentarily left Baili An at a loss for an answer.

In a moment, not only did Ning Feiyan fail to be pushed away by Baili An, but leveraging her perfected entangling skills, she coiled around him like a nimble water snake, suggestively seating herself between his legs. With a gaze full of demon energy, she looked at Ye Lian and calmly said:

"Upon first meeting in Xianling City, I fell in love at first sight with the gentleman. This life unforgettable, I only hope and wish to join in blissful union with the gentleman, to hold his hands and share the same pillow in sleep, together forever. I know it’s selfish to have brought the gentleman to the Demon World without asking for his consent, but I simply couldn’t bear the thought of losing the chance to even look at him anymore, hence the drastic actions. Fortunately, over the past month of constant companionship day and night, sharing the same bed, I have become his closest person in this world, even though we have not yet held the wedding ceremony under heaven, in my heart, he is already my husband."

As she spoke, her words were tenderly whispered, her voice soft as though coated with syrup, but what lay beneath that coating was unknown.

However, the act was indeed well played, full of genuine feelings and sincerity, the sincerity in her eyes, so convincing that even she almost believed herself.

Wen Hanwei and Ye Lian were unaware that over the past month, she had turned Baili An into a pet kitten, whimsically using him. Not to mention sharing the same pillow, when he was a severely injured kitten, she did not even allow him on her bed. Had it not been for Hong Zhuang’s meddling in creating a small bed for him, he would have had to sleep on the cold floor every day for that half a month.

If this was the kind of love at first sight and unforgettable affection of a maiden, it was indeed too cheap.

Ning Feiyan didn’t care whether Baili An saw through her feigned affection, she felt it rather satisfying to instill doubts in the hearts of those two female disciples of Taixuan Sect.

Sure enough, the last bit of gentle grace on Ye Lian’s face disappeared entirely, her gaze towards Baili An was icy and aloof.

Wen Hanwei’s beautiful eyes were also deeply furrowed, her look scrutinizing the two as if deliberating the truth behind Ning Feiyan’s words.

The authority of the two Scripture Masters of Taixuan Sect was formidable, and the invisible pressure made Ning Feiyan tighten up, but given her thick skin and deep scheming, she remained unaffected, continuing to look affectionately at Baili An.

Since entering the Demon World, their relationship could hardly be described as detestable, but merely as strangers using each other. Her unrehearsed declaration of deep affection making him believe would indeed be bizarre.

Ning Feiyan was rather looking forward to seeing him become enraged and desperately wanting to disentangle himself from her.

Unexpectedly, the young man, after listening for a long while, showed no reaction. Initially, he would push her away, but now in her unabashedly mendacious babble, he calmed down, allowing her ambiguous advances.

His lack of response made it difficult for even Ning Feiyan, with all her skills, to continue her flirtation.

The bonfire flickered, the withered grass on the cave floor tinted warm by the firelight, Baili An’s gaze deep as he stared at her, unflustered, not angry, marked only by a boundless and cloudless calm.

"Really?"

His voice suddenly became as light and distant as a curtain of rain by the bonfire, softly landing in Ning Feiyan’s ears.

Ning Feiyan looked slightly startled, feeling a weird, awkward, and somewhat bewildered sensation, "Hmm?"

Baili An’s eyebrows slightly raised, his lips parted as if facing the moon, and in his eyes lay an indescribably profound tranquility, "That love at first sight you just mentioned, was it true?"

Somehow, the usually adept Ning Feiyan found herself embarrassingly at a loss for words.

What was going on with this kid?

Usually, when she deliberately deceived him with her feigned affection, he could always see through the truth immediately. Today, clearly covered with a layer of glamorous but unreal fake sugar words, which she intended to just use to fool and provoke those two women, why had he suddenly become so credulous?

Ning Feiyan uneasily adjusted her clothing, covering her proactively offered shoulders and neck, suddenly finding her usual insincere and skilled manipulations somewhat ineffective. Avoiding Baili An’s gaze, she lowered her head to look at the embroidery on her shoe tips, "It’s true."

The atmosphere between the two was just right, but for some unknown reason, Ning Feiyan retracted her offensive and did not continue to push further.

Ye Lian saw Sister Wen sitting quietly aside, her brows furrowed as she withdrew her gaze, staring at the watermelon rind on the ground, lost in thought.