Chapter 603: Chapter 551: Jokingly Comes True_2

Above all, compared to Ning Feiyan, whose temperament was solitary and difficult to grasp, they naturally preferred the Young Master Hong Zhuang, who was innocent and harmless.

Even though the chief position of this Spring and Autumn Conference belonged to their Enchanting Demon Clan, and everyone was relieved and joyous, they inevitably worried about Young Master Hong Zhuang’s feelings.

They feared that her condescension to others this time might lead to unresolved grievances in her heart.

Mrs. Ning even complained for several days, blaming her husband for bringing Ning Feiyan to such a solemn occasion as the Spring and Autumn Conference.

Although Ning Guanying also felt slightly uncomfortable, after all, the ultimate beneficiary was their Enchanting Demon Clan, which was still better than letting the Nine Serpents Faction’s power grow and expand.

That night, he held a simple, hastily arranged celebration banquet, which was incomparably different from the grand feast of thirty years ago that shined all night with three thousand Spirit Life Lamps and was celebrated by numerous birds.

The level of disregard was evident.

Baili An saw that Ning Guanying and his wife left the banquet early, heading in the direction of Hong Zhuang’s residence, seemingly for fear that their youngest daughter was feeling distressed and suffocated by the defeat, each carrying her favorite snacks and cakes to pacify her.

Meanwhile, Ning Feiyan sat alone at the vast banquet table in complete silence, her expression indifferent, as if she was out of place in the entire world.

The copper bell under the eaves swayed gently, the night air of the forest filled with the fragrance of grass and trees, and two green lamps cast their light, as a sudden gentle rain began to fall on a still night.

The already quiet banquet became even more deserted, Ning Feiyan relaxed her gaze and looked up at the cloud-covered night without getting up to leave.

The green lamp flickered out, and in the dim afterglow, her shadow gradually disappeared into the darkness with the changing angle of the light.

It wasn’t until the first beam of light pierced through the dense clouds at dawn, her clothes soaked through, that she was about to leave, when Ning Guanying returned and said to her, “I have a favor to ask of you.”

Ning Feiyan stared at him, then suddenly smiled.

Although Hong Zhuang was young and energetic, and felt indignant about the defeat, she wouldn’t cry and fuss about it all night.

What truly troubled her was that, at the Demon City’s Spring and Autumn Conference, she didn’t win due to her cultivation strength but caught the eye of the Demon Clan’s Si He with her outstanding beauty, who intended to take her as one of his concubines.

Si He was famously amorous, known across the states.

He was cruel and perverted, easily turning the affairs of the bedchamber into a gruesome torture; countless witches had died on his bed every year. Many women caught his eye, but none ever truly became his wife.

Being favored by an Upper Demon Clan was euphemistically called a delight, but the end was often tragic, mostly becoming mere playthings and furnaces.

Hong Zhuang was the apple of their eye, the treasure in their palm; how could they let her be squandered and ruined by others?

His request was absurd and excessive.

The Enchanting Demon Clan possessed a Secret Technique that required a clan leader to use half of their life’s cultivation as a medium; it could break any evil curse, and he believed the birthmark on Ning Feiyan’s face was a congenital curse that could be broken with this technique.

However, this technique was extremely overbearing. Once it invaded the body, it could damage the core of the Spiritual Body, making it impossible to undergo ascension for life.

Those subjected to this technique would have weak bodies like mortals; even if they tried to force ascension, they would be scattered into ashes by the heavenly thunderbolts, never to recover.

This technique was too cruel and overpowering, hurting both others and oneself, but it could remove the mark on Ning Feiyan’s face, making half of her face indistinguishable from Hong Zhuang’s.

Ning Guanying firmly believed that if the birthmark was removed, it would be difficult for others to tell between Ning Feiyan and Hong Zhuang.

The injured core of Ning Feiyan’s Spiritual Body would enable her to replace her younger sister and marry into the Demon World.

As for his Hong Zhuang, with a similar appearance to her sister, they could find a way to recreate that birthmark on her face. Given her not insignificant strength, if she could replace her sister and assume the position of a Demon General, cultivating for a hundred years and breaking through ascension wouldn’t be difficult.

“Nowadays, the status of our Enchanting Demon Clan is low, and all kinds of demons covet our innate Spiritual Bodies. The war five years ago was a cruel example of this.

Although Si He has a fierce reputation, if Feiyan can win his favor, our clan’s status will surely rise, who would dare to provoke us? By then, everyone in our clan from top to bottom would be grateful and remember all that you have done,” Ning Guanying earnestly pleaded.

Speaking, he looked at Ning Feiyan, seeing her serene expression, his heart softened slightly, and hesitating, he added:

“I know you have been sensible and clever since you were young, unlike Hong Zhuang. She hasn’t suffered much growing up, is stubborn, and sending her to the Royal Hall would only displease Si He.

But you, Feiyan, are different. You know how to adapt and protect yourself even in the harsh conditions of the Southern Wilderness Demon Land. For Hong Zhuang, this path leads to a dead end, but for you my child, it could be a great opportunity. If you can capture Si He’s heart, I and the whole clan will have to rely on you in the future.”

As the saying goes, the squeaky wheel gets the grease. When someone truly decides to favor one side, no matter how excellent or hardworking the person before them is, they rarely merit genuine praise.

Baili An felt that the words spoken by the father were more poisonous than poison, more injuring than a sharp sword.

In his heart, Hong Zhuang was a treasure no one else could touch or tarnish, while Ning Feiyan was just a wild weed that could be easily and thoughtlessly sacrificed.

Just as she was sent as a hostage back then, so it was this night too.