Chapter 565: Chapter 537: A Gift for the Demon Lord
When Baili An regained consciousness, he had no idea how much ti had passed.
He tried to open his heavy eyelids, but all he saw was darkness; even the corpse demon’s natural ability to see in the dark seed utterly useless here.
Upon waking, his body felt numb, and the piercing pain from the wound in his chest seed delayed.
A describable, intense pain like burning fire surged up from his bloody flesh, his body was soaked in blood, cold and sticky, extrely uncomfortable.
Slowly thinking, he rembered the long sword in Hong Zhuang’s hand that had penetrated his body.
The cold, penetrating Blade seed to linger in his mind; that sword seed to have a special power to seal the Corpse Pearl.
Inside him, the Corpse Pearl seed as if it had died, and no matter how much Baili An summoned and tried to connect with it, it was in vain.
Even the corpse demon’s Healing Talent failed him, the wound in his chest did not heal at all, and during the bumpy journey, his flesh continually cracked, worsening the injury.
The sensation of being suspended let Baili An know that he was not on solid ground; the small space around him was shaking slightly, and it seed he was confined within a container space.
At that mont, the sound of a giant door opening ca from outside, followed by a conversation overhead.
“Welco the return of Si He to the Demon World.” Judging by the voice, it seed to be a guard of the Netherworld City.
Ning Feiyan responded lightly, almost as if asking casually, “Has His Majesty returned to the Royal City of Ming Continent?”
The Demon Soldier answered, “Demon Lord had returned to the Royal Hall seven days ago and has been ditating inside ever since.”
“Um,” Ning Feiyan responded again, “This is a Secret Feather I found among the Heluo tribe. I hear your Qingzhou Thirteen Tribes have ancient spirits causing chaos, resulting in many casualties among the City Guards. This feather can repair and suppress the damaged Barrier, hopefully decreasing the casualties for the Qingzhou Thirteen Tribes.”
Her tone was gentle and accommodating, a stark contrast to the person who had slaughtered countless Ghost Soldiers that night.
The Demon Soldier was imdiately extrely grateful and fearful, “This… Si He has such ticulous care, mindful of the tiniest concerns of Qingzhou Thirteen Tribes amidst her busy schedule; how does Qingzhou deserve…”
“Mutual support is essential, and the Qingzhou Thirteen Tribes, being a crucial part of our realm, cannot afford to fail,” said Ning Feiyan eloquently, giving enough favor and benefits without making it feel like charity to these minor figures in the Demon Clan.
In just a few sentences, this small Demon Soldier probably could have offered his heart and lungs to her.
Baili An didn’t know where Ning Feiyan got the patience; even while returning to the realm, she could still chat casually with the Demon Soldier.
But gradually, he truly began to sense Ning Feiyan’s extraordinariness.
In the middle of their conversation, the Demon Soldier suddenly ntioned, “By the way, Si He, when Erhe Zangxin was reporting the military situation of the Demon World to His Majesty the other day, His Majesty injured his demonic bone. His mood has been… extrely irascible lately. I heard that Young Master Mi Lu has asked you to go to the Zhenming Palace in the next few days to offer incense and watch over His Majesty, but perhaps this is sothing that could be postponed?”
“His Majesty is in a bad mood?” Ning Feiyan’s tone was teasing but inscrutable, “That’s quite the coincidence. I recently captured a little trinket that should amuse His Majesty.”
There was laughter in her voice, yet it was also sowhat enigmatic, “His Majesty will definitely be very pleased.”
The Demon Soldier looked at Ning Feiyan’s smiling face, inwardly couldn’t bear to dispel her naivety.
Having dominated the Demon World for years, slaughtered God-Demons, and entered the Netherworld Bureau, the Demon Lord with his thunderous thods would not be easily amused by a re trinket.
It would be regrettable if, attempting to amuse, it was herself who ended up hurt.
He glanced at the iron cage held in Hong Zhuang’s hand behind Ning Feiyan.
A black curtain wrapped around the cage, isolating the aura inside and obscuring a clear view of its contents.
But it was likely sothing brought back from the Mortal World.
The Demon Lord disliked objects from the Mortal World, and if this trinket was given as a gift, Si He’s fate might not be much better than that of Erhe.
From their conversation, Baili An realized that he was likely already within the Demon World.
Ning Feiyan had sealed his cultivation and imprisoned him in this cage, seemingly planning to gain favor from the Demon Lord.
But what made her think that presenting him as a gift would please the Demon Lord?
Ning Feiyan was not such a shallow person, Baili An did not believe her sole purpose in forcibly bringing him to the Demon World was so simple.
At that mont, the voice of the Demon Soldier from outside ca, “May I know what exactly is the little trinket in this cage, Si He?”
Ning Feiyan smiled aningfully, and before she could speak, a chilly wind laden with murderous intent blew over from the direction of the Rift Valley.
Hong Zhuang struggled to stand firm in this fierce wind, stumbled a few steps, and the black cloth covering the iron cage was lifted at one corner.
A few rays of starlight from the Demon World faintly fell onto the cold iron cage.
With the help of the dim starlight, Baili An saw Ning Feiyan standing steady amidst the chaotic wind; her gaze was smoky as she glanced at him lightly, her green hair swirling ssily in the wind, truly a beauty beyond compare.
“It’s been too long since I left the realm, and the Demon World has fallen into such disarray, even bringing vulgar objects from the Mortal World into the Royal Hall, Fei Yan, when did you beco so unruly?”
As this speech began, a particularly frail youth stepped up.
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