Chapter 572: Chapter 539: Fatal Weakness_3

A faint red vertical scar between her eyebrows flickered unsteadily a few times, its color deepening. At last, under her erratic heartbeat and gaze, a trickle of fresh blood slowly seeped out.

The Female Demon Lord’s body swayed unstably, her complexion gradually losing its color and turning a ghastly pale as she bent her fingers to press against her brow, seemingly suppressing immense pain.

The Heart Protecting Incense around her clearly had no more use in her current state; she furrowed her brows tightly and irritably kicked over the two incense burners, shedding her black fox fur coat and, using the moonlight, left the hall.

At this moment, Baili An was facing a significant trouble.

An uninvited guest had invaded Ning Feiyan’s sleeping quarters.

Si He resided in Chao Mu Hall, and since Ning Feiyan had always disliked having outsiders attend to her, there was not a single member of the Demon Clan serving in the hall, not even Demon Soldiers guarding the doors.

In the vast Demon State, ordinary people wouldn’t dare to intrude uninvited into the sleeping palace where Si He resided.

But if someone did dare to intrude into Chao Mu Hall one day, they would surely not be ordinary.

Mi Lu, intoxicated and carrying a jug of wine, barged in like this.

Having suffered under a seal for many years and emerging prematurity, his body had always struggled to grow properly. His appearance was naturally not ugly; resembling the Female Demon Lord by three parts, he was quite a sight.

However, his gloomy and vicious demeanor, combined with a hunched back and crooked waist, made him look more like a resentful, sinister monster.

Upon entering the hall, he rashly smashed the jug, his eyes reddened from the alcohol, glaring maliciously at Hong Zhuang, “Where is Ning Feiyan? Have her come out for Young Lord! I have questions for her!”

Hong Zhuang was setting up a new cradle for Baili An, unaware that this Evil Star would take the initiative to come knocking.

Her expression was sour, yet it was clear that she was cautious and respectful towards Mi Lu; after all, the Enchanting Demons have always loyally belonged to the command of the Young Lord of the Demon Clan.

She hurriedly stood to welcome him, “Your Highness, today is the day Lady Fei Yan performs the incense ritual for His Majesty; she is not in the hall.”

Mi Lu was clearly excessively drunk and not very conscious; not knowing where this intense rage came from, he suddenly drew out the demon bone steel whip from his waist and ferociously lashed it towards Hong Zhuang’s face!

“Stop wasting my time; today I came to know she never intended to devote herself to me from the start! From the beginning, she sought every possible way to escape from my grasp! Monarch’s Return Banquet! What a Monarch’s Return Banquet! She plans to use this challenge for a ranking change to become a higher-ranking River Lord! I will not allow her to have her way; today I will take her Devil Yin! I want to see how she can still refuse!”

Hong Zhuang seemed unable to dodge, remaining rooted and simply clenching her teeth.

Nested in the small cradle, Baili An witnessed this scene, squinted his eyes deeply, and forcefully pushed himself from the crib’s siding to collide into Hong Zhuang, narrowly and dangerously dodging the strike for her.

The sharp spikes on the whip sliced like a knife, blasting open a fresh, fiery wound on his back, sending a venomous pain through him.

Hong Zhuang looked complicatedly at Baili An, about to rise to check his wounds.

However, she saw Mi Lu with a cold glance, lifting the weakened Baili An from the ground and scoffing disdainfully, “A mere ailing cat dares to protect the person I intend to kill before me? It seems you are tired of living.”

Hong Zhuang’s expression drastically changed, knowing the significance of Baili An to her sister at this Monarch’s Return Banquet, she hurriedly said, “Your Highness, this is the cat my sister cherishes most.”

Mi Lu’s murderous intent solidified, then recalled the smirking glance Ning Feiyan gave him when he injured the cat a few days ago when entering the city.

He scoffed coldly, walked to the window, and flung Baili An out, then turned his head coldly to give Hong Zhuang a cruel smile.

Hong Zhuang met his gaze, her body uncontrollably trembling as if recalling some horrible nightmare, her face completely drained of color.

The pain hidden in her bones began to slowly burn anew.

Outside the window, the injured Baili An did not rush to return to the hall; in his current state, facing Mi Lu, he was utterly powerless.

Calculating the time, Ning Feiyan should be returning soon. Thus, he could only hasten to find her, to alleviate some of the suffering for Hong Zhuang.

His body, already afflicted with old injuries and now with new wounds—if not for Hong Zhuang occasionally feeding him fresh blood behind Ning Feiyan’s back these nights, he would likely lack even the strength to leave the bed.

Thinking of this, Baili An couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger.

Enduring the pain in his body, Baili An did not dare delay a moment longer and sprinted towards the Monarch Netherworld Hall on the black stone-paved road, leaving a trail of startling, mottled bloodstains.

The demon guards in the Royal Hall all recognized the Jade Token around Baili An’s neck; naturally, they wouldn’t hinder him, and throughout his journey, he didn’t encounter Ning Feiyan, which inevitably made him anxious.

As he passed a peach forest in front of the Netherworld Palace, under the night sky, the scattering peach blossoms blurred his vision. Unable to find his way, he ran aimlessly for who knows how long; he continued losing blood until the weakness in his body made it hard to even see the road.

Finally, he hit someone’s lower leg with his head and stumbled to the ground, unable to get up for a while.

He struggled to keep his eyes open, clearing his vision through the fluttering peach blossoms to meet a pair of enchantingly beautiful eyes.

He was gently lifted by her, those eyes looking at him with immense complexity, seemingly a mix of loss and recovered joy.

He heard her speak to him with boundless delight, “Kitty, I have finally found you.”

Baili An had never imagined that he would reunite with the monarch of the Demon World in such circumstances.

Even more so, he never expected that being casually transformed into a cat by Ning Feiyan, he would miraculously and strangely resemble the cat once raised by the Demon Lord.