Chapter 605: Chapter 552: Merits and Demerits Offset Each Other

The forsaken demon girl decapitated the Demon Emperor and resealed him in Beiyuan Forest, yet she refrained from extinguishing the Enchanting Demons’ word curse flames that inhabited the forest.

Raging fires stretched on, consuming thousands of forests like serpents devouring everything in their path.

The mountains and rivers that were home yesterday, in all their glory, were now mostly destroyed overnight. Who knew how many could survive beneath the Demon Fire that engulphed the forest?

Ning Guanying, as the master of the Enchanting Demons, was duty-bound to protect the Beiyuan Forest.

The Enchanting Demons were born in the vast woodlands, raised amongst countless waters. Now with demonic chaos and slaughter encroaching, what was more heartbreaking was that they had no way out.

Should the fierce Demon Fire devour the entire Beiyuan Forest, the unowned fiery entities would draw in the Spiritual Energy from the earth veins of Beiyuan, and amidst the never-ending blaze, a consciousness-bearing monster spirit would inevitably be born.

Then, not just Beiyuan, but all other lands of demons would suffer, and the Enchanting Demon race would be cursed for eternity on this continent.

Thus, Ning Guanying united his entire clan in a vow to seal the mountain and isolate the demonic Spiritual Energy from the forest, effectively barricading themselves from the rest of the world.

As a result, the spiritually rich land of the Beiyuan Forest was doomed to fall into perhaps thousands of years of barrenness, unable to sustain life.

With the stream’s slow decline and the Star River’s stars falling, the mountains silently faced the north field, and the great fire became mute.

Amidst the swift fire and wind, Ning Feiyan returned by traversing the river, her footsteps as if treading on the calm waters of the Star River.

With each step, the mountains and rivers crumbled; the waters of Mohe flooded, and the endless miles of demon flames were extinguished at this moment.

The fierce Demon Fire, caught in the river, spread rapidly like ink on paper and then faded away.

The fire consuming the Ancient Forest was swept away by the flowing water, finally falling into the palms of Ning Feiyan, turning into a clear brilliance of blazing fire.

From the light emerged a being, which eventually took form as an artefact.

The Demon Fire Spiritual Artifact humbly bowed to her, transforming into a luminescent scimitar that was as thin as a butterfly’s wing, beautiful and almost enchanting.

Seeing this, Baili An realized Ning Feiyan’s intention.

She had given the Emo Curse to the Beiyuan Demon Emperor. The Demon Emperor turned it into a spoken spell, retaliating against the Demon World. The cursed fire devoured most of the Spiritual Energy of the ancient forest, finally refining and becoming a naturally born Spiritual Artifact of the world.

The Emo Curse had been within her since birth. Ning Feiyan naturally had a hundred ways to subdue it.

Ning Guanying was stunned, gazing at the devastation of the scorched wilderness, unable to comprehend what had happened.

In a fury, he exploded, “You rebellious child! To fulfill your own ambitions, you sacrificed and harmed your own kind! Madwoman! You are truly insane, do you not fear retribution?!”

Ning Feiyan’s wrist lightly turned, and the scimitar with bursting flames in her palm flickered with spirit light, morphing into a silver ring.

She leisurely slipped the silver ring onto her wrist, looking at him with a half-smile, “Not only is father’s heart unjust, but he is also unreasonable.”

In the cold moonlight, she extended her hand out and gave it a scrutinizing look – that hand was fair and beautifully slender, truly resembling aristocratic daughters adept in playing the zither or adorning their hair with flowers.

She smiled lightly and said, “These hands have always remained pure, untouched by the blood of our kin.”

Ning Guanying trembled with anger. Had it not been for the profound Demonic Qi emanating from the river beneath her, he almost wished he could rush over and tear her to pieces, “Monster, spewing nonsense!”

Ning Feiyan’s gaze calmly swept over the restlessly fearful crowd. She smiled and took a few steps forward as if to speak.

Just then, the peaceful pattern of drifting leaves in the forest became chaotic; a rushing spirit arrow tore through the dense foliage, turning it to dust.

Among the interplay of light and shadow, the smile on Ning Feiyan’s face vanished like smoke. She caught sight of the arrow’s trajectory with the corner of her eye but watched indifferently as a barb-tipped sword pierced into her shoulder bone.

Blood trickled down into the dark river below.

She quickly shifted her gaze toward the woman perched on the ancient tree, her face full of lethal intent. That woman glared back with vigilant hatred, as if she were staring at a wolven predator about to invade their homeland, wishing she could devour its flesh and drink its blood.

But Ning Feiyan just silently looked back at her without a word, with a shockingly bloody shoulder and her original lustrous lips now drained of color.

Her pale lips moved slightly, and she sighed, “How can there be such bitter hatred? As I said, I have never harmed a soul of our kin.”

Mrs. Ning cried out miserably, “Preposterous! Ever since childhood, your thoughts have been impure. Those in the clan insulted you, abused you, hit you, even I never liked you. We adored Hong Zhuang so much, and you hated us just as fiercely. If only my heart hadn’t softened when I gave birth to you, a monster, why didn’t I strangle you then!”

Hearing this, Baili An thought to himself, was it not her own hands that sent Ning Feiyan to the Southern Wilderness Demon Land as a hostage? After a decade of separation, how could she be so certain of her impure thoughts?

It all came down to guilt and insecurity – she had treated her unfairly and believed that the child who suffered her harshness could only harbor hatred and no love for their homeland and kin.

How could such a child ever compare to Hong Zhuang, who was indulged with pure love by their side?

Knowing that her partiality might inspire jealousy to madness and easily lead someone astray, why did she stubbornly persist in her views and withhold even the slightest bit of care?

It’s already too late to pull back a horse from the brink of a cliff or to patch up a boat when it’s reached the middle of the river.

But now they were on the verge of a horse’s fall and a boat’s sinking, yet she had no intent of making amends.

She sternly scolded Ning Feiyan for being insane, but how could she know who had made one mistake after another, grievously wrong at every turn.