Chapter 588: Chapter 546: Your Majesty, How Embarrassing

His pupils constricted, and he silently withdrew his fingers, speaking lightly, “I couldn’t stall her for three days. In just two days, she wiped out the Nine Snakes and their seventy-two clans, all by herself.”

Baili An’s tone paused slightly, his voice deepened, revealing some reluctance, “Even the elderly, women, children, and even newborn infants did not escape her slaughter.”

Ning Feiyan chuckled softly, “Are you blaming me for acting selfishly, resulting in those innocent people dying at the hands of the Demon Lord?”

She looked up and glanced at him sideways, continuing, “The strong survive, the weak perish. This has always been the unchanging law of survival in the Demon World. Since the Nine Snakes had the audacity to rebel, they should have anticipated such a day. The elderly, women, children may be innocent, but aren’t there millions of innocents sacrificed on battlefields around the world?”

The flames inside the charcoal stove burned fiercely, the firelight blood-red, reflecting in Ning Feiyan’s calm pupils, her pale smile still charming.

“Compared to being defeated in the future, becoming a plaything and prisoner in the hands of the enemy, such a death is relatively swift.”

She turned back with a smile, a thin layer of sweat still on her graceful neck.

Clearly stating a cruel fact, her every word and smile was unusually gentle, her untroubled eyes like a spreading brush of ink.

She laughed, “Master Si, instead of pitying these irrelevant people, why not pity me?”

“I, you see, am about to die.”

Baili An could certainly see her critically endangered state. Her words lacked any exaggeration; the terrifying and evil force inside her body was gradually devouring her little remaining vitality.

Yet, he had truly never seen that woman speak of her own life and death in such a light and indifferent manner.

Baili An said, “The Demon Lord is on his way; you indeed don’t have much time left.”

The fiery Treasure Bead twinkled beside her ear. Ning Feiyan turned her stunningly beautiful face toward him, her gaze deep as she looked at Baili An, the smile lingering on her lips, “So, would Master Si bear to see me die?”

“Currently in the vast Demon World, only I can help you find what you seek.”

“Aren’t you curious about the interesting sights I witnessed within the Xuántíng caverns?”

Baili An pursed his lips, looking into her eyes; he spoke earnestly, “As for our deal, from the beginning till now, it has been solely me helping you succeed. I hope you won’t disappoint in the near future.”

“Of course.” Ning Feiyan flashed a familiar teasing smile; her gentle yet deceitful eyes held a familiar mockery.

People with soft ears are always easy to manipulate, initially, she thought although Baili An was mild-mannered, he was indeed very stubborn and held his own principles strongly.

However, as they spent more time together recently, she discovered that he really tended to expose his vulnerabilities easily.

Sure enough, she heard Baili An compromise further, saying, “I can help you once more.”

Ning Feiyan’s gaze held deeper mockery.

“But…” Baili An stared at her for a long time. A calm smile suddenly crossed his face; he reached out and took off the Hook Jade around Ning Feiyan’s neck, his clear eyes were deeply mystic.

He said, “If I find out you’ve lied to me, I’ll make you suffer in the future.”

His face held an innocent smile, the harsh words carrying less threat, even seeming more like a jest.

Ning Feiyan squinted her eyes habitually, passing the sinister Tusk in her hand to him, then turned around to face away from him.

Her pale hands gently pulled at each side of her shoulders, easily slipping down the loose robe to her waist.

Her elegant spinal line was smooth and captivating, her slender waist delicate and fragile, a beauty so frail it seemed it could break easily.

Her originally smooth pale back was now covered with uneven fine scars. Those scars seemed slight but carried a black magic malice that continuously eroded her meridians and Divine Mansion.

Embedded deeply into her spine was a blood-red bead, constantly releasing a dreadful murderous aura, it was unnervingly chilling to behold.

Baili An looked down at the Tusk in his hand that resembled the bone of a Demon Beast, furrowing his brows, “What is this?”

“The Tusk of Beiyuan Demon Emperor. He spent two thousand years of his cultivation in this Tusk. After five hundred years of my refining, there remains one thousand five hundred years. The Great Emperor’s Tusk houses potent poison, similar to the Dragon Poison of the Jiaolong race. Just now, I used the Xuan fire to release all the remaining one thousand five hundred years of cultivation in it, all to cultivate the poison within the Tusk.”

At this moment, Ning Feiyan endured immense pain, her breathing gradually becoming heavy, her voice trembling and hurried.

“I want you to use that poison Tusk of the Great Emperor to cut open all the wounds on my body, shatter the demonic beneficial bead, and then pour all the intense poison from the Tusk into my body.”

Finally, she even managed to sincerely add: “That’s all, thank you.”

Her tone was casual, as if asking him to fetch a bowl of tea to drink, but the obstinate and madness within could not be concealed.

Baili An’s grip on the Tusk whitened his knuckles; for a moment, he could not comprehend why this woman could be so ruthlessly resolute towards herself.

Seeing his silence, Ning Feiyan thought he was too heartbroken to proceed, she sighed helplessly and began to explain: “Only the thousand-year cultivation of the Great Emperor can perfectly disguise the aura of the demonic benefit bead. This is the Demon World, to survive, one must do this.”

“I’m not afraid of pain.”

Baili An said, “You don’t need to explain so much to me. I understand the logic; I’m just considering where to begin.”