Chapter 569: Chapter 538: The Sparrow Comes Later_2

“Don’t tell me that you intentionally sustained these serious injuries and sealed away your cultivation as a price for falling into my hands, just to come inside this Royal Hall of the Demon World?”

Ning Feiyan thought the young man was ridiculously absurd, mad to the extreme.

Baili An glanced at her and said, “I indeed had the desire to enter the Demon World, but as I am not from the Demon World, it was nearly impossible for me to break into the Royal Hall of Mo City on my own. However, I did not expect to encounter you, Lord Si He, on the way back.”

Seeing him speak in such a calm manner as if he was narrating something utterly normal stirred a certain unease in Ning Feiyan’s heart: “Weren’t you afraid of dying at my hands then?”

Baili An affirmed with conviction, “If you had truly wanted to kill me, you wouldn’t have patiently accompanied me through mountains and ridges. At that moment, I was certain that you wanted me alive.”

Ning Feiyan’s brows furrowed tightly, further mystified by him: “What is your purpose in coming to the Demon World?”

The situation reversed, and within a few words, Baili An successfully turned the tables, sparking Ning Feiyan’s curiosity and suspicion.

He smiled, his intuitively recovering claws scratched at her wrist, and he said, “I don’t like this kind of interaction where one is held in hand.”

Ning Feiyan, finding him quite presumptuous yet not minding, twisted her waist, kicked off her embroidered shoes and small socks, and lay on the bed, easily cradling Baili An in her arms in a languid pose, her finger playing with his tail, half-smiling, “Like this, do you still enjoy it?”

The cat in her arms stiffened slightly, his four paws unsure where to rest, his legs curled up into a ball, not struggling, Baili An slowly uttered two words: “Mi Lu.”

Ning Feiyan, intrigued: “Mi Lu? You dare to set your sights on him?”

Baili An flicked his tail, dodging her hand.

Inside the Bronze Gate, although Mi Lu appeared extremely frail, Baili An had captured a familiar aura within his body.

The essence that flowed out of Fang Geyu was strikingly similar to his.

Though Mi Lu concealed it excellently, the aura within him seemed insufficient to influence Fang Geyu fatally like that.

If… if there was a method within the Demon World to decode how to Break the suppression of that thing, he was willing to take his chances in the Demon World.

As it turned out, his guess was correct. Today, when he saw Mi Lu, the aura of the Evil God from within him was increasingly intense, even about to overshadow the scent of his Demon Clan.

But even so, he was still Mi Lu, and not some other being.

If he could unravel the secret on Mi Lu, did that mean… Fang Geyu would no longer have to suffer like this.

Baili An, looking at the dirty red marks around Ning Feiyan’s neck, said, “Lord Si He, you are also gaming for Mi Lu, aren’t you? I feel that, at least for the moment, our goals align.”

Ning Feiyan, unapologetically tightening her hold around Baili An’s body, lifted his plump, velvety chin, and looked into his eyes, her breath as gentle as orchids, “I’ve realized… you really are a dangerous little thing.”

Baili An, unapologetically wiping the bloodied mess on her sleeve, squinted his eyes and smiled: “The feeling is mutual.”

After spending a short night together, Baili An found Ning Feiyan to be an extremely realistic and indifferent person,

If you prove too frail and useless, she would wear the gentlest smile, slowly drain your worth, and mercilessly snuff you out without any shred of pity.

However, if you could maintain a bargaining position equal to hers, you might learn some precious information from her.

For instance, Young Lord Mi Lu made a grievous, irremediable mistake in his youth. In his quest for power, he trapped himself in his desires and took a shortcut to open the seal of the Demon Clan’s Taboo, Devouring an Evil Beast. Later, he was almost Devoured by that beast’s heart, but the old Demon Lord spent half his cultivation to force it through to him, thus assimilating the beast.

Yet strangely, over the years, the Evil Beast inside him grew by feeding on his inner self, with Mi Lu’s present cultivation, it should have been impossible to suppress it.

Yet somehow, the Beast remains dormant inside him, showing no signs of acting up.

The information Ning Feiyan provided was scant, she clearly concealed much of what she knew.

Baili An was not in a rush; now that he had successfully entered the Demon World, it wouldn’t be difficult to find opportunities to refine this agreement with Ning Feiyan.

As for the temporary loss of his power and cultivation, Baili An was unconcerned.

He knew that the Demon World was far more dangerous and brutal than he imagined.

With his cultivation at the Sea Expansion Realm, in the Mortal World, he was still considered a formidable force, but in the Demon World, once his identity was exposed, this bit of cultivation wouldn’t be of any help to him.

He might as well go with the flow and be content as a cat.

Whether it’s humans or demons, they always disregard and underestimate harmless beings.

Since he was useful to Ning Feiyan and she’d gone to great lengths to bring him into the Demon World, naturally, she wouldn’t let him die easily at the hands of others.

Rather than fretting about how to regain his strength from Ning Feiyan, stirring her suspicion and dissatisfaction, it was better to save some worry and legitimately enjoy her protection.

Though Ning Feiyan couldn’t watch over him all the time, she circled a jade bell around his neck, her token in the Demon World, so common demons knowing that he was Ning Feiyan’s cat, naturally wouldn’t trouble him.

He and Ning Feiyan had thus entered a stable state.

She no longer confined him in an iron cage; after being busy outside all day, she would occasionally pretend to play affectionately with him when she returned.

Yet Baili An knew this woman, though seemingly tender, was incomparably cold-hearted inside.

Having been in the palace for several days, his weakening condition went unnoticed by her. For his injuries, Ning Feiyan seemed oblivious, not having Hong Zhuang tend to his wounds.

Instead, day by day, she watched his wounds fester with pus most gently and then left with unmistakable pleasure and satisfaction.

Baili An thought this woman must be mentally ill.

Hong Zhuang, as always, was quiet and taciturn. It seemed she had fewer tasks recently, often seen fussing over a cat bed within his chamber.

Since the first night, when Baili An slept on the creaking bed she made and it collapsed at midnight, breaking his leg, she became obsessively persistent in crafting a perfect little bed.

Hong Zhuang even went so far as to procure books on carpentry from the Mortal World, studying them day and night.

Baili An watched her almost lose her Sanity and, feeling somewhat sorry for her, said, “I’m not afraid of the cold; sleeping on the ground is fine. You really don’t need to go to such lengths.”

This girl wielded a great broadsword, but she was incredibly clumsy with delicate tasks; in a few days, her fingers were full of dull wounds, fighting against whom knows what.

She made the bed and glanced at Baili An before moving away quickly: “Do you have a favorite girl?”

Baili An: “Huh?”

“What do you think of her… Ning Feiyan?”

Baili An was a bit slow to comprehend her meaning: “What do you mean?”

That sinister, two-faced, cunning woman, how could she be?

Hong Zhuang remained silent for a while before adding, “Ning Feiyan really dislikes you, so I also very much dislike you, so much so that even though I know you saved me once, I could still stab through your chest without hesitation.”

Baili An’s mouth twitched as he looked at her, asking with incomprehension: “So, you make a bed for me every day to try and kill me?”

Hong Zhuang coldly replied, “I don’t kill people with such childish methods, but this is the first time I’ve seen Fei Yan show her dislike and malice for someone so clearly, without any disguise.”

There are many people Ning Feiyan dislikes, and it could even be said there are very few people in this world whom she truly likes.

She would never show these emotions on her face, even to those she utterly detests. Ning Feiyan always greeted them with a smile, as if wearing a perfect mask, never letting you feel the slightest hint.

But when it came to this cat, she could discern, without realizing, Ning Feiyan’s habitual guise of kindness had been stripped away, revealing her rare, authentic self.

She liked this honest and real Ning Feiyan.

If this young man could frequently show her this side of Ning Feiyan, she… wouldn’t mind treating him a little better.