Chapter 553: Chapter 532: The Heart’s Direction Wants Nothing_3

Their Enchanting Demon clan also struggled to reach where they are today.

But Ning Fei Yan never expected that, after a ridiculous ordeal with that youth who possessed Black Immortal bones, she could receive such unexpected surprises.

Although Ning Fei Yan loathed cultivating Demon Essence this way, after careful consideration, it still beat being used and then discarded by Young Master Mi Lu.

Hong Zhuang wore a complex expression, her worry evident, “But in the end, the truth cannot be concealed forever. Once we return to the Demon World, the Young Lord will certainly demand you marry him. As a subject, how can you deceive and avoid this?”

Ning Fei Yan chuckled softly, “Only the weak are manipulated by others. Now, I have found an amusing pastime to keep our Demon Lord thoroughly entertained, as for Mi Lu…”

“He doesn’t even have the qualifications to play with us yet.”

Hong Zhuang momentarily fell silent.

Ning Fei Yan hadn’t slept for three days, and weariness crept into her eyes. She yawned lazily, saying, “Don’t think about killing that corpse demon lad anymore. Though he’s not exactly endearing, our lord enjoys playing at hiding weapons. Keeping him as a curiosity will prove entertaining in the future.”

Hong Zhuang was impressed, yet doubtful, watching her in that state. Could she truly feel no bitterness about losing her purity?

Ordinary women should by now be overwhelmed with grief and despair, shouldn’t they?

Why then could she remain so eerily composed, analytically discussing the grand situation of the Demon World with her?

Sometimes, Hong Zhuang truly didn’t know if there was anything in this world that could make someone like her genuinely care.

Ning Fei Yan was her deity, and that hadn’t changed.

But only now did she finally realize, her deity had somehow become this empty shell.

Or perhaps, she had always been this way from the beginning.

When their family faced disaster, she lived in agony after her face was ruined, existing neither as human nor ghost, despised and abandoned by her parents. It was Ning Fei Yan who saved her, who protected her.

From that day on, she lived to guard her sister, becoming Young Master’s sharpest blade. Wherever the blade pointed, her heart followed.

But what about her sister? Was there anything in her heart that she deemed worthy of protection?

Perhaps truly exhausted, Ning Fei Yan wrapped herself in Hong Zhuang’s outer robe and slowly drifted to sleep on the beauty couch.

With her eyes closed in such peaceful silence, she remained so enchanting that it was impossible to discern any troubles.

Hong Zhuang sighed softly, moved closer, and pulled a light blanket over Ning Fei Yan’s body. She quietly watched her sister’s sleeping face and finally could not help but whisper, “Sister… good night.”

She knew that, even in sleep, even with her at her side, her sister would never reveal the slightest flaw or weakness for her to see.

“It seems you’ve been sleeping quite well these past few days?” Qing Xuan remarked, noting Baili An’s deathly pale complexion and couldn’t resist teasing.

Baili An didn’t know why, but after drinking Sanqing Wine, he felt more tired the more he slept. He subtly rubbed his waist and frowned, “Does Lady Qing Xuan have a matter to discuss?”

Lady Qing Xuan smiled slightly and said, “I wonder, City Lord, have you felt any changes in your body over these past few days?”

Faced with her inscrutable smile, Baili An was taken aback.

Of course, there were changes–great changes at that.

After three days of drunken sleep, Baili An had awakened to find that three spiritual nodes within his body had been ignited.

Central Court.

Sun and Moon.

Divine Gorge.

These are the three most important spiritual nodes within the chest and abdomen, which had ignited in tandem overnight, forming a stream-like bridge of spirit thread between his heart and netherworld, intertwining to create a very fine, delicate bridge.

Divine Gorge in the abdomen, netherworld in the heart.

He had a Corpse Pearl from a Shebi Corpse nested in his belly; the entirety of his dark power was concealed within that pearl.

But as the three bridge-like spiritual nodes connected and created the channel, the dark power within the Corpse Pearl responded to the netherworld from a distance.

Each time the dark power surged into his heart like a tidal wave, it produced an odd resonance, vibrating slightly.

Sometimes, it made Baili An feel as if his own heart had begun to beat again.

But a corpse demon, already dead, could not possibly have a heartbeat restored.

And yet, he truly felt that something inside his own heart was indeed ‘waking up’ gradually.

As that being changed, the Corpse Pearl within him also began to tremble with a sense of subjugation.

Because of this, Baili An’s cultivation surged at an astonishing rate, with no need for deliberate breakthrough. The spiritual power inside his body continuously cleansed his meridians and nodes for him.

After awakening and briefly meditating to stabilize, he had broken through directly to the Ninth Grade of the sea-expanding realm.

From reaching Chengling, it was only a matter of knocking at the door.

He had no idea what had transpired in these three days to cause such a dramatic transformation.

Seeing Qing Xuan’s expression, Baili An keenly sensed she might know something. He restrained his expression and said, “The Sanqing Wine of Xianling City is indeed miraculous. Si Chen’s cultivation has greatly improved in these past few days. I am very grateful for the opportunity you have given.”

Qing Xuan smiled noncommittally. She led Baili An to the arsenal of Xianling City and said, “All of this was meant for you; there is no need for thanks. Apart from the banquet and the Sanqing Wine, every new City Lord is entitled to a single opportunity to select weapons from the arsenal. I see that the City Lord has yet to find a suitable weapon. Perhaps you could pick three today.”

Baili An was already aware of the rule allowing one to select weapons, but he did not know one could choose three.

Choosing a weapon from the arsenal was also a test of one’s judgment, and Qing Xuan naturally would not enter with him.

Baili An did not spend much time in the arsenal, swiftly returning with three items in hand.

As Qing Xuan saw the three things he held, her gaze paused briefly, showing a hint of disappointment.

A sword.

A stone.

And a Jade Pot.

These were the weapons left behind, overlooked by others in the arsenal.