Chapter 194 - 194 192 Dilemma

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194: Chapter 192: Dilemma 194: Chapter 192: Dilemma A red gemstone, dangling between the lobes of her left ear, flickered with a faint light. Her dark pupils shrank and expanded with nervousness. Her voice remained calm, devoid of any tremor, but as she looked at the figures moving outside the carriage, a sense of powerless despair rose within her. If it had been someone else, she could have somehow bluffed her way through. But outside the carriage now was Lan Youdie, the narrow-minded woman who, catching even a minor fault, would relentlessly stomp her to death. Now that she had caught her in such a compromising position, how could she not seize the opportunity to send her straight to the Netherworld? What should she do? With the secret treasure on her person, once the curtain was drawn, there would be no escape, nowhere to run! In Xianling City, to meddle with the Emperor’s belongings— even when her mother was alive, she would not have been able to save her! In her mind, it felt as if an invisible string was being pulled tighter and tighter, and upon hearing the mocking, sinister laughter outside, that string stretched to its limit. She slowly closed her eyes. Just as that thread was about to snap, a cold hand reached out from the darkness, covering her lips! Her eyes widened suddenly, both shocked and frightened, completely unexpected of another person hiding inside the carriage. She instinctively reached for the sword hanging at her waist. Yet, she felt a subtle, chilling pain in her ears. It was… the Tusk of a corpse demon! Si Chen?! For some reason, the moment she recognized the person behind her, the nearly snapping string in her mind relaxed slightly. However, after the Tusk revealed his identity, it was withdrawn, replaced by soft, cold lips that vaguely and provocatively pressed against her earlobe. Fang Geyu’s body stiffened, a flicker of anger passing through her eyes. Just as she was about to erupt, her waist was clasped tightly, preventing any movement. Then, she felt his cold breath slowly unfurl. His tongue, devoid of any warmth, deftly hooked out the silver hook of her earring. With a slight nudge, the hook was flipped open, his lips quickly brushing past the skin of her ear, and his tongue softly coiled, pulling the earring into his mouth. Fang Geyu clenched her tiny fists tightly, only feeling the cool touch briefly brushing past the cinnabar mole by her earlobe. Her whole body trembled with fright, and then her strength drained away; she leaned against him, suddenly helpless and vaguely ashamed. Her chest heaved with shallow, rapid breaths, knowing without a mirror that her face was reddening to the point of bleeding. Summoning courage from somewhere, she stiffly turned her head. From her angle, all she could see was the smooth and elongated neck of the youth. Following that, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. No sound was made. But she knew he had swallowed her earring. In that critical moment, her mind started to blur. Can he manage that? A corpse demon consuming something other than fresh blood. Perhaps feeling her body relax, the hand that covered her lips began to slowly loosen. She turned her head and saw, through the dim haze, the pale handsome face of Si Chen. His pitch-black eyes were unwaveringly fixed on her. Fang Geyu felt somewhat guilty under his gaze, filled with questions, yet unable to voice them. Baili An remained silent, beginning to remove his loose outer robe. Then he swiftly stripped off her black velvet cloak, donned the blood-stained cloak himself, and put the clean robe on her. Only then did Fang Geyu realize that when he had embraced her, he had silently tended to the wound on her arm, preventing further bleeding. She asked softly, “What are you doing?” “Hey, Fang Geyu, just how long do you plan to hide in there?” came the teasing, playful voice from outside. The nine Unicorns are not ordinary; if she forced her way in, with her cultivation level, she’d likely suffer significantly and would prefer to coerce the person inside the carriage to come out willingly. If stubborn resistance met her, she had plenty of measures to deal with it. The Light Armor girl was not at all impatient, even enjoying the slow process of pressing Fang Geyu. Because she was certain that tonight’s theft of the Emperor’s secret treasure was inextricably linked to this unruly miss. Tonight, she had just entered Xianling City, and the secret treasure, sealed for three hundred years, was stolen right then. Everyone knew to keep their heads down in the city crowded with various forces, yet she alone drove around at will. It all looked too suspicious. Inside the carriage, Fang Geyu’s palm tightened around a fist; as she tried to get up, Baili An held her down. Baili An quietly observed her, his deep black eyes shining with absolute calm. He lowered his voice and said, “Say you’re getting dressed.” Fang Geyu hesitated for a moment, but her reaction wasn’t slow, her voice conveying annoyance mixed with anger, “This young miss was just sleeping in the carriage, and her clothes are in disarray, her pure white skin in its most enticing moment. What’s your hurry, you woman? Aren’t the many men you keep enough for you to look at? You even covet this young miss’s body.” Lan Youdie originated from a noble Immortal Sect family, and by status and reputation, was a renowned lady of the Immortal Sects in the Mortal World, backed by a family of substantial means. Despite the stringent entry into Xianling City, she had the means to secure her a spot there, serving as an Immortal Guard. Though only the outer city, this was after all the city overseen by the Empress. She could freely enter and exit it; just being able to quietly cultivate here for three years was something cultivators outside coveted. Though merely a city guard, Lan Youdie’s status was certainly no less than that of foreign princesses. In a high position, coupled with a good background and father, she inevitably took on some of the haughty habits of noble sons and daughters. Lan Youdie’s fondness for handsome young men was already an open secret. Despite her armored appearance tonight, she usually flaunted her status with delicate skirts and shirts, young male attendants by her side, playing the part of a luxurious noble lady to the fullest. Her ostentatious patronage of these men was known to many, yet no one dared to openly comment on it. Fang Geyu’s unreserved sarcasm tonight immediately brought the woman outside to a boiling point. “Very well! I’ll give you the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!” The sound of whips cracking like sharp wind, and the voice of the girl outside grew more killing and somber, “I want to see where you can escape to under my watch tonight!” Cold sweat continuously slid down Fang Geyu’s pale skin, as countless gazes from outside converged toward the jade carriage, fiercely watchful. Though there was no outright malice or pressure being exerted, she still felt as if the scythe of the Grim Reaper loomed above her head. Her eyes flickered uncertainly, like a beast trapped in a corner. Those once spirited and bright eyes, now under this snowy, windy night, deepened into devouring vortexes. Where exactly had the plan gone wrong? The Barrier of the ancient mountain, she had made arrangements well in advance, and the fragment she carried out of the Barrier should not have triggered the Barrier alarm light so quickly. What was the flaw in the plan, or was she betrayed? Regardless, stealing the secret treasure was a grave offense. If tonight, they found the object contained within the earring in her carriage, even executing her on the spot and condemning her soul to eternal torment in the Central Netherworld Purgatory would not be considered excessive!

Chapter 194 - 194 192 Dilemma

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