Chapter 1580: Chapter 962: What Else Do You Want?_2

After listening to those words, he slowly narrowed his eyes, as if searching for some memory.

Beneath the Luminous Lamp, his lashes were as soft and black as crow feathers.

Yet somehow, an air of melancholy emptiness unknowingly appeared between his brows.

"It doesn’t matter." His voice was very light, very calm, but if you listen closely, it’s quietly desperate.

"A girl destined to share her small, fragile body with such immortal, dark souls.

She could have chosen to drift in the sea of misery long ago, even if it offered no redemption, but such an easy choice could have been so simple for her.

Yet she wandered, accepting it all until completely devoured and drowned, without any pain.

But in the prime of her youth, she did not choose that path.

Faced with fear so great that even Immortal Mu Yunye couldn’t resist, she still chose to co-exist and reside.

She lives just like a young tree growing healthily in the sunlight, appearing just like an ordinary child.

Growing up playfully and freely, exuding freshness and vibrant vitality.

Someone so irresistibly lovable... how could she not still be herself?"

"Thus, I came here and it won’t be in vain."

"But she no longer recognizes you." Ning Feiyan mercilessly pierced through Baili An’s unrealistic fantasies.

Her eyes flickered subtly, glancing at the black-gold box hanging on Fang Geyu’s chest like a small ornament.

"Even if she isn’t devoured by the True Ancestor, it’s at the cost of sealing her seven emotions and six desires.

As long as she struggles to suppress the True Ancestor’s consciousness from taking over, she won’t recognize you, seeing you as strangers, like grass, trees, stones.

In her eyes, you’re just one of those like Situ Ye and Mu Yunye, recklessly seeking marriage."

"It’s different." Baili An’s dark lashes fluttered upwards, the lamp’s shine dropping into his eyes, seemingly holding a burning light.

He turned his head and glanced at Ning Feiyan, smiling lightly:

"My mother taught me from young, the child who only knows how to play with cups and throw chopsticks at the dining table should be admonished by knocking their heads."

Understanding Baili An’s next plan, Ning Feiyan’s complexion changed slightly, she grabbed his arm saying:

"Are you crazy? That’s the True Ancestor Evil God, even Gods and Demons of All Heavens working together could only seal the spirit in the sword’s Ancient Catastrophe!

If you go like this, if she sees through your intentions, she’ll annihilate you with a flip of her hand!"

Baili An gently pushed her hand away, shaking his head: "Fear stems from the unknown, I have seen those golden eyes."

And so experienced that kind of fear...

But then, how did he make those golden eyes disappear and close?

Baili An pondered as he walked out. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Fang You looked at the streaks of blood left by Mu Yunye on the carpet, his face heavy enough to drip water.

He slightly leaned towards Qin Lou, his voice low and deep: "Did you see anything earlier?"

The expression of Steward Qin Lou at this moment was almost the same as those of Situ Ye and others at the table.

Upon hearing the City Lord’s question, she then reacted, her expression faintly bewildered: "I... I only saw Immortal Lord Mu Yunye, for some reason, suddenly knelt before the third Miss? How did he... how did he..."

Seeing her frightened expression, Fang You’s voice tightened further, lower and terrifying:

"Ten Directions Sword... Geyu has actually activated that taboo in the Ten Directions Sword?!"

Moreover, judging by the description, she has started to subtly merge with that... taboo!

Fang You watched Fang Geyu grow up, he could clearly sense it.

Sitting at this banquet, the girl is indeed the little daughter he watched grow up!

However, she could wield the power of that ’taboo’ so proficiently without being wholly devoured by it!

Fang You has no idea what earth-shattering event has occurred with his daughter!

He only remembers, three years ago, after Fang Geyu’s journey to Xianling City, she returned to Shifang City.

Escorted by a trusted immortal personally sent by the Empress.

Before this, the spies from Shifang City reported that his daughter was supposed to die at the Bronze Gate.

Turned to stone under the Great Serpent’s Emperor vision, sinking forever into the ocean.

When receiving this news, for an entire day, Fang You stood on the northern high wall from dawn to starry night at Shifang City.

The entire day passed without a word, quietly watching the evening breeze rustle through the pine waves and sea of trees, his body temperature low and cool, as if dead.

Originally, even the coffin and grave had been prepared in the city, ready for a ceremonial burial.

Until later, news came from Xianling City that Fang Geyu was saved by the divine manifestation of the Empress through miraculous powers, forcibly reversing a fate of certain death.

In Shifang City, Fang You hastily crafted a thousand golden statues of the Kunlun God overnight, offering thanks to the divine grace with a dedication of a hundred thousand merits in incense.

However, upon reflection, it was far from as simple as he imagined.

The gods love mankind, yet they also uphold the ruthless laws of heaven and earth that treat all beings as insignificant.

Despite her fondness for Fang Geyu, personal matters of life and death seemed trivial in her eyes.

If not for the appearance of the True Ancestor Evil God, how would the Kunlun God have descended into the sea, breaking the seal to save lives?

As Fang You wrestled with his conflicting emotions.

He saw someone stand up from the seat, giving a slight bow toward the stage.

He was not as devout and earnest as Mu Yunye; his gesture could even be described as somewhat casual and carefree.

But at this moment, he was the only one among the remaining eight suitors who could rise calmly and approach her after seeing Mu Yunye leave the steps beneath Fang Geyu in defeat.

"I am unworthy, but I wish to offer you a cup, Miss."

To choose to stand up and step forward at such a moment truly showed commendable courage.

But when Fang You realized he stood up from the ninth seat.

This commendable courage became more a display of overestimating one’s abilities.

Fang You frowned deeply, muttering, "I remember this kid is a newly accepted disciple of the Taixuan Nine Classics, called Ji Xinnian, right?

Could it be that he’s drunk and can’t see that even Mu Yunye suffered such a setback in Geyu’s hands?"

Qin Lou, the steward, also frowned repeatedly, whispering, "Should I ask him to leave?"

Fang You looked displeased and was about to nod in agreement when he saw Fang Geyu, who had been crouching, stand up.

He swallowed his words and said solemnly, "No need."

Situ Ye saw Baili An stand out at this critical moment, feeling even more disdain in his heart.

This kid sure plays with fire.

On one hand, he’s entangled with two handsome Immortal Lords, and on the other, he’s still obsessed with Miss Fang.

His shameless behavior of having it both ways is truly contemptible.

No one in the crowd stopped Baili An’s actions, as if they were all waiting eagerly for his embarrassment.

Even Mu Yunye nearly rolled down the steps on his knees.

I truly wonder how such an overconfident mortal will meet his unsightly end.

Fang Geyu watched with a calm gaze as the young man approached her step by step, a spider iron box hanging around his neck trembled slightly.

Her seemingly colorful but actually dark and simple eyes moved gently, pressing down the vibrating little box with her hand, and lifting a cold, silent gaze.

The black in her eyes faded, turning once again into pure, sacred yet evil golden pupils.

With a merciless indifference, she looked down upon him as he stepped out, step by step...

Crossing the distance Mu Yunye never did, on the fourth step.

Fang Geyu frowned slightly, her golden pupils exuding a profound and boundless light, pressing all beings as if they were humbled.

Baili An’s feet did not waver the slightest, continuing with the fifth step, followed seamlessly by the sixth step.

Then, under Fang Geyu’s deep scrutiny, he slowly lifted his clear brows, directly meeting her gaze.

His spirit platform wide open, toward Fang Geyu’s holy and superior gaze.

As if unveiling his soul and heart without reservation, he fearlessly and unapologetically laid bare his inner self.

Embracing all the immense fear, vast darkness, boundless evil, and eerie peculiarity in her gaze within his spirit platform.

Until Baili An stopped, having reached right in front of Fang Geyu without the slightest hesitation, pause, or delay.

As if coming before her was a profoundly simple and natural thing.

He had clearly accomplished something extraordinary, yet his face bore none of Mu Yunye’s inherent pride and confidence.

He bent down, picked up the gold cup, and in his deep eyes, lights swirled with what seemed to be sadness and pain, mingled with a touch of tenderness.

He asked, "What do you still desire?"