Chapter 1584 - 964: Belated Gift (2)

Baili An raised his chin slightly and calmly said, "Evil God True Ancestor, I came to Shifang City not to meet you."

Although the drunkenness hadn’t completely left his face, ’Fang Geyu’ appeared even calmer than Baili An, with an aloofness that seemed to disregard everything.

"Foolish being, this little one is just like her mother, her inner strength is nearly invincible.

For all these years, I have accompanied her day and night, through darkness, death, anger, jealousy, and sorrow—emotions that are bound to arise in mortals, none of which could sway her.

Alas, despite being a being born in the mortal world, she is ultimately burdened by emotions, and a crack formed in her heart.

Back then, under the Bronze Gate, to save you by slaying the dragon, she did not hesitate to tear open this crack herself, resulting in her current loveless and indifferent state.

Yet you still dare come before her unknowingly, once again... bringing my consciousness into this world and having the audacity to speak so boastfully?"

Baili An said, "If I were you, having been sealed in the sword for tens of thousands of years and now temporarily awakened, I would cherish the time and look at the changing lands of the mortal world.

Instead of wasting effort and words with me here."

’Fang Geyu’s eyes narrowed coldly, "By your reasoning, do you believe I won’t be able to occupy this body for long?"

Baili An neither confirmed nor denied, as if silently agreeing.

She chuckled softly, as cold moonlight and night surrounded her, slightly exerting force with her arm to draw Baili An closer.

Her ghostly and enigmatic pupils approached Baili An’s face, revealing a sinister killing intent on her gently smiling beautiful youthful face.

"Do you think my appearance will allow for such an easy departure?"

Baili An looked at her and seriously replied, "That is not for you to decide."

Just as the word ’you’ settled, the slender hand tightly gripping his throat suddenly loosened without strength.

The girl before him suddenly clutched one of her eyes in pain, and beneath her hand, countless fine golden script lines spread continuously down her snow-white cheek skin.

Her other, unobscured eye opened and quickly scattered into countless complex and obscure script, dispersing densely like a disturbed hive.

Realizing something was amiss, she abruptly lowered her head, only to find Baili An’s silent hand resting on the hilt of the Ten Directions Sword at her waist.

His palm slowly slid away, taking with it the blue gemstone that once bore the cracks sealing the Ten Directions Sword.

In its place, a deeper blue bead appeared, as blue as the sea and the Star River, firmly embedded within, radiating monumental pure heavenly power.

She felt her soul within this body again being shackled from all directions, pulling her towards the Abyss.

The Evil God True Ancestor’s consciousness tottered, her body swaying, as she stared intently at Baili An.

Baili An calmly said, "Actually, I lied at the banquet; I did prepare a gift for her when coming to Shifang City, only it seems you don’t quite fancy this gift."

Facing imminent despair of being sealed again in the cold sword, the Evil God True Ancestor’s cold and beautiful visage showed no shock or dismay.

In the dark space, she lingered, touching the bead embedded in the sword lightly with her fingers.

She chuckled lowly, somewhat wickedly, "A Dragon Ball, your handiwork is truly unexpected.

Impressive, impressive, and it’s from an ancient Netherworld Dragon sealed in the Demon World earth veins, how strange.

The Netherworld Dragon and I are both spawn from the Dark Sky Demon World, yet this bead in your possession has been purified so cleanly and purely.

This is indeed an intriguing new experience, never have I thought one day I’d be reinforced with the Netherworld Dragon’s Dragon Ball seal."

She looked at Baili An meaningfully, her light laugh infused with intense desire and bloodthirst.

The Evil God True Ancestor raised slender fingertips, lingering on Baili An’s face:

"You are so interesting, once I completely devour this body, I can have another delightful game with you, I’m quite looking forward to the day we meet again."

Saying this, the Evil God True Ancestor smiled sinisterly, originally still having some strength to resist the Dragon Ball’s sealing power.

But she willingly relinquished consciousness, returned to the grey darkness, returning the body ownership back.

Baili An’s eyes stirred slightly, about to support the powerless and collapsed Fang Geyu, but she had already reclaimed control.

She awakened quickly, seeing Baili An’s extended hand, Fang Geyu’s eyes were cold, retreating a few steps to avoid it.

Moments ago, she was kicking wine cups at the banquet, the next moment she was on the snow-covered eaves.

Fang Geyu evidently knew her body had been taken over, understood roughly what occurred.

Her expression showed no great shock, merely frowning slightly, quickly adapting to her present situation.

The way she looked at Baili An was also unfamiliar, with an air of distance, as she touched the Dragon Ball on the sword hilt, understanding what transpired.

"Though I, Fang Geyu, do not appreciate the unsolicited goodwill of others, I must admit, the batch you sent thirteen days ago along with today’s Dragon Ball has indeed helped solve a significant trouble for me, so I thank you."

Baili An’s eyelashes trembled slightly, appearing somewhat upset, yet he shook his head with a smile, bending his knees to sit with legs hanging off the eaves.

He patted the empty spot beside him for Fang Geyu to sit.

"If you wish to express gratitude, sit and watch the moon with me; I have never been to a place where Fang Geyu grew up."

For this not excessive request, Fang Geyu did not refuse.

She spread her cloak on the eaves and bent to sit down.

"I know Ji Xinnian was arranged by Jiushijiu into the marriage proposal team, but I didn’t expect her identity was prepared for you, so since you’re here, have you already met her?"

Fang Geyu calmly conversed with Baili An, though not purposely distant, yet the unfamiliar brows, indifferent voice, all showed a hint of unconcerned detachment.

Thread-sealed box, seals the seven emotions and six desires, human longings, not memories.

She remembered Baili An, even when he bore a strange face before her, she could calmly deduce and analyze who he was.

But regarding memories of Baili An, they no longer cut to the bone.

The once heart-fluttering, deep-seated feelings now like a white paper folded into numerous creases, smoothed out by an unseen hand.

It left traces, but only superficial, no longer stirring noticeable waves.

Baili An softly uttered an acknowledgment.

Although he had predicted this outcome, he couldn’t help but feel a bit saddened.

Currently, Fang Geyu holds the body’s dominant consciousness, devoid of danger.

But Baili An appeared less formidable than when facing the Evil God True Ancestor.

Fang Geyu coolly analyzed, "If I’m not mistaken, she arranged for you to attend my marriage proposal banquet despite not caring about connections; she certainly promised you something you desire."

Baili An did not hide the transaction with Jiushijiu.

"She promised to save the Ying Dragon captured by Golden Immortal Feng Xu, but I don’t have much hope; in the auction, I’ll find a way to save the White Dragon myself."

Fang Geyu said, "If indeed she promised this, rest assured she won’t break it."

Baili An looked at her, his gaze holding a hint of unexplained meaning, "Fang Geyu, you... know her well?"

Fang Geyu lowered her gaze, "Jiushijiu and Xiaowu are puppets my mother personally created; I have been with them since childhood, why wouldn’t I know her?"

Baili An’s eyes widened in shock, unaware of Fang Geyu’s connection with the female puppet.