Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1354 - 867: Gudong Soup

"Your servant is fearful." He Xingyun bowed deeply, speaking softly, "Your servant dares not harbor any disrespectful thoughts. I am merely concerned about Your Majesty’s health and have specially prepared medicinal food..."

Ying Ji’s gaze remained unlifted, spiritual power swirling at her fingertips, conjuring a ghostly flame that shot forth, charring the food container on the ground.

Her brows furrowed into a frost-like hue: "Put away your meaningless delusions."

The falling ghostly flame circled mid-air into a sharp Flame Blade, spinning through the air, severing He Xingyun’s arm at the shoulder mercilessly.

As fresh blood splattered, He Xingyun’s body stiffened and convulsed in pain, teeth clenched and trembling, yet he uttered not a sound.

His body relaxed suddenly, crashing heavily to the ground, eyes showing traces of sorrow as he gazed at his severed arm.

From the beginning, he had anticipated this outcome, yet Ying Ji’s merciless and cold rejection still tightened and chilled his heart.

What surprised him most was that she had truly gone mad without regard for consequences.

Although she appeared the same as usual at the moment, He Xingyun’s medical skills were of great use and importance to the You Dynasty.

Even if he was guilty of treason, as the only cultivator capable of treating Heroic Spirits in the Mortal World, Ying Ji could not possibly sever his arm upon first confrontation.

He Xingyun’s heart was bitter.

How had the once proud and inviolable Central Netherworld Empress become so emotionally devastated by a man to this distorted state?

A thousand years ago, he entered the path of cultivation while seeking herbs, accidentally strayed into Central Netherworld, and caught a fleeting glimpse that stirred longing in his heart.

Nine hundred years ago, he died and accomplished great merit, refused ascension, and entered Central Netherworld to sit in meditation amongst Heroic Spirits.

All for the sake of keeping her within sight at a distance, neither too close nor too far.

Ying Ji’s thoughts were exquisite, while his heart was sincere and undisguised; even if he stood far back over nine hundred years, as she roamed her Houtu land, how could she not perceive his intentions?

Yet she had never cared.

Today, upon having his feelings exposed, He Xingyun felt chilled but remained resolutely unyielding.

He took a deep breath, looking at Ying Ji and spoke solemnly: "Your Majesty, your servant loves you. Even if you were to kill me with a sword, my five senses, seven apertures, three souls, and six spirits, I willingly offer them all. The Mortal World is unworthy, but you, I am willing for you to be worthy!"

Ying Ji’s icy gaze surged into ferocity!

The wind that had ceased within the palace rose violently, the murderous intent dense as hemp, the pressure spreading like mountains and seas, piercing his heart and soul.

Her tone was as calm as water from a cold well, undisturbed for a thousand years: "You wish! To die!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

A shadowy black Soul Extinguishing Nail suspended with a powerful light of retribution, possessing an indescribably terrifying force, as if ready to consume all.

Seeing the Soul Extinguishing Nail symbolizing destruction and death.

He Xingyun knew he had succeeded in provoking her, a vast emptiness in his heart, as he slowly closed his eyes.

The intense heartbeats pushed blood through his limbs, unsure whether due to excitement or fear, striking nerve endings one after another.

The ghost soldiers outside were indeed right.

Seeking misfortune with Her Majesty at this moment truly wasn’t a wise move.

He Xingyun displayed a faintly self-mocking, desolate smile.

Laughable that he considered himself extraordinary, arrogant, believed himself to be slightly different in her eyes compared to others.

But ultimately, he had indulged in self-deception.

The soul-devouring pain pierced deep into his organs, with death impending...

"Knock, knock, knock..."

From outside the palace, a crisp knocking sound echoed.

The Soul Extinguishing Nail near at hand paused awkwardly, He Xingyun startled, his pupils constricting intensely.

He saw Ying Ji already pinched out the Soul Extinguishing Nail, her gaze calmly turned toward the direction of the palace doors.

The turbulent murderous wind within the palace eased, and at this moment, he even sensed that the Empress’s terrifyingly dense killing intent had retreated somewhat.

Moved with curiosity, He Xingyun couldn’t help but look back, unable to comprehend who could visit and cause Her Majesty to transform so drastically.

Besides the palace doors stood a stranger boy also carrying a food container, wearing a mask, bathed in a silver moonlight glow, speckles of brilliance on his robes, with bright, clear eyes taking in the scene of life-and-death suspense within the palace.

He Xingyun still bound in mid-air by Ying Ji’s invisible force, limbs suspended, unable to move freely, glanced at the square food container in Baili An’s hand, squinting slightly, expression solemn.

Baili An raised his hand, holding the food container, looking seemingly harmless at Ying Ji, not blinking: "It seems I have come at a bad time."

The chaotic, piercing cold wind within the palace completely subsided, Ying Ji’s face still cold, but the blood tone in her eyes faded into pure black.

He Xingyun felt a lightness all over, fell heavily to the ground.

Ying Ji’s gaze lowered disdainfully: "Hurry and get out."

He Xingyun’s feelings were complex, pondering endlessly, unable to fathom why would the murderous Empress suddenly show him mercy.

After all, he had come to the Empress Palace with the determination to die, uttered rebellious words, yet was let off so easily?

Who was that boy?

Moreover, in Central Netherworld, he had never seen anyone able to enter Empress Palace so recklessly without summons or titles of respect.

He Xingyun dared not continue contemplating, narrowly escaping death wasn’t easy; he hurriedly covered his severed wound, made his apologies, and left the palace.

As he brushed past Baili An, He Xingyun’s gaze revealed a hint of puzzlement.

This person seemed... neither alive nor a Heroic Spirit.

Only after He Xingyun’s silhouette completely vanished into the night, did Baili An cross the threshold and step into the palace.