Baili An observed her action and subtly frowned before silently withdrawing her fingers from his lips.
Realizing what her hand had just touched, the Princess’s face turned even more ashen and unsightly.
At that mont of murderous intent in her eyes, a fierce burning sensation of electric current suddenly invaded the wound on her neck.
She furrowed her brow in pain, sensing sothing amiss, and quickly got up to the copper mirror to examine her face.
She saw a bewitching crimson red spider lily blooming slowly from the bite on her neck, burning fiercely like the Infernal Red Lotus.
With a trembling gaze in the mirror, the Princess shattered the copper mirror before her, unable to accept this terrifying reality.
"What did you... do to ?" The Princess squeezed the words out through her teeth.
Baili An remained silent for a mont, his fingers gently rubbing the bite mark on his shoulder, his emotions also extrely complex.
This innate trait engraved in their blood is known in the world of the Corpse Demon Clan as the "Blood Oath."
In the na of blood, imprint the oath.
This is the most traditional behavior of the Corpse Demon Clan for propagating offspring.
Ever since he awoke to the world, Baili An had always known that he was not an ordinary person, with tusks hiding Corpse Poison capable of assimilating all living creatures.
Thus, he had always been exceedingly cautious, never entertaining the cruel idea of creating offspring like himself.
Unexpectedly, through a twist of fate today, Princess Zhao Wenjun of the State of Qin, a female Sword Cultivator from the era of the Heavenly Seal Sword Master, beca his first bloodline descendant.
Despite his extre aversion and disgust towards Zhao Wenjun’s actions, to the point where his murderous intent towards her had reached an irreconcilable level monts ago.
Yet, now that the ’Blood Oath’ was established, amid the murderous intent, countless unseen threads connected the two, as if there was an intimate connection.
It was as if, suddenly, like a ripe fruit falling from the tree, he suddenly gained a child.
Because Baili An is the master of the Blood Oath, and the Princess is the slave of the oath, her feelings are a hundredfold more intense than Baili An’s.
Though filled with murderous intent and venomous hatred, wanting to tear Baili An apart and break his tusks!
Yet under the gaze, looking at Baili An in the light, with his thick brows and bright eyes, fair and handso face, there erged an inexplicably captivating charm on the lad that irresistibly drew her gaze, like a beacon in the night.
Murderous intent, aversion, disgust, affinity, empathy, all these complex and extre emotions intertwined.
Feeling that this little fellow beca more and more enchanting!
A sharp pain struck again inside her skull.
The Princess clutched her forehead in agony, her heart filled with vexation: What sense does it make to secretly refer to him as a little fellow, provoking such an intense reaction.
She had always been stubborn and unyielding, never willing to be beneath others. Even as she questioned Baili An harshly about what had happened, Zhao Wenjun knew in her heart the terrible consequences of feeding back on the blood of a Corpse Demon.
She beca this boy’s descendant! Beca Baili Yu’s son’s descendant!
She, a living person, was assimilated into a Corpse Demon by a junior, suffering imnse loss at Baili Yu’s hands, paying a hefty price for a thread of freedom, she sched tirelessly for centuries, enduring to advance in darkness, and finally, after all this ti, acquired the Fla Marrow to gain liberation and freedom.
Yet she was cast down into an even deeper, darker Abyss.
Being a Corpse Demon, unfit for any of the Six Paths, a taboo in the Mortal World!
What a bitter irony, what a grave humiliation!
The laughable part is, being assimilated into a Bloodliner, where he is the master, the father, under that suprely oppressive bloodline rule, she is unable to give rise to even a hint of disrespect or hostility.
The Princess knew she was trapped in an unsolvable deadlock.
She had struggled for centuries to place herself out of the chess ga, seeking a position free from worldly suffering.
Seeing Baili An remain silent for a long ti, she let out a tragic laugh, her body slowly slumping down, her eyes, unable to muster hostility or murderous intent, turned void and lifeless.
She gradually cooled, feeling a bleakness akin to ashes in the heart: "Kill then. For you now, killing would only take a command, it’s as easy as a flick of the wrist, isn’t it?"
Baili An frowned: "I think you’re mistaken about sothing. The Corpse Demon’s ’Blood Oath’, though it involves bloodline suppression and contractual relations, doesn’t an that I hold dominion over your life and death."
The Princess’s expression remained unchanged: "Do you think, as the Princess of Qin, now turned into a Corpse Demon, I would have any place to stand in the Mortal World?"
Baili An gazed steadily at her and said: "As the leader of the largest grey force dealing in humanity, information, slavery, and resources on the Tianyao Continent, the ruler of the Underground Dark City, Princess, you have managed to live flawlessly in this era of thriving righteousness without leaving the slightest trace, living more openly and cleanly than anyone. Now, you’re just red-eyed and fanged, why should you fear having nowhere to go."
The Princess furrowed her brow: "You knew my identity all along?"
Baili An replied: "Not all along, only learned just now."
Through the recent understanding of the Princess Zhao Wenjun, Baili An discovered that though this woman is proud and cunning, appearing full of sches, she operates differently in essence from Ning Yaoguang’s ends-justify-ans approach.
She isn’t a gentleman, nor a villain.
Calming down, her Spirit Root is top-class, her strength formidable, her Sword Dao mastery not beneath Sword Master Yu.
Just by her skill and swordsmanship, there’s no place on this vast earth she couldn’t lay her own path with freedom.
Judging by her attitude towards Sword Master Yu, it doesn’t seem like she can’t live without a man.
Why, then, would she humble herself to steal others’ Spirit Roots to appease Sword Master Yu?
For six hundred years, she disguised herself as a weak, incapable individual, not skilled in cultivation.
For an aspiring swordsman, that’s not necessarily a good thing.
"I believe you needed Lady Ji’s Spirit Root to resolve a crisis, not to please a man. You’re not such a foolish woman."
"Oh?" The Princess’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile: "When you were angrily biting at earlier, you weren’t so calm and rational."
Baili An did not deny it: "Can you deny that you didn’t deliberately provoke back then?"
The Princess knew that the Empress of Central Netherworld was Baili An’s Achilles’ heel; how could her provocation not hit ho!
As the wound on his shoulder healed quickly, Baili An took out a new set of clothes from the Green Water Jade and slowly changed into clean and tidy attire, analyzing:
"Eight hundred years ago, it was the ti of intense war between the Langya Demon Sect and the righteous sects of the Central Plains.
Back then, the Heavenly Seal Sword Sect, in terms of scale and resources, was barely a second-rate Cultivation Sect.
Yet, it managed to rise to the top of the family ranks within two hundred years, I can’t believe it was without the support of a powerful force behind it."
"Sword Master Yu prided himself on integrity, believing in doing and not doing, and wouldn’t typically deviate to manipulate the rules of the grey world.
If it weren’t for you, Princess, establishing the Dark City from behind, organizing the disruption of the demons between the Central Plains and the overseas, providing substantial support and help to the Heavenly Seal Sword Sect in secret and openly.
I believe these were your covert efforts, unbeknownst to Sword Master Yu."
Six hundred years ago, when the war between the righteous and demonic paths was ending in a hundred years, the world had settled, but the Dark City Lord had beco soone that had to be removed and couldn’t stand the light."
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