Chapter 609: Chapter 553: Blood Collection_2

Baili An frowned and withdrew his palm, “When do you plan to return?”

Ning Feiyan lay on the ground as if nothing had happened, allowing the dew in the grass to wet her hair. She spoke with ease, “Si Chen, you’re so heartless. I’m severely injured right now, and yet you urge me to leave. A little carelessness and I could die at any moment.”

Baili An laughed derisively, “Are you threatening me with your own death?”

Ning Feiyan squinted and smiled, “I certainly do not wish to die.”

“Your wounds have already been dressed. What else do you want?”

With effort, Ning Feiyan slowly propped herself up and lazily half-sat on the ground, “Please bother yourself to heal my wounds, Sir.”

Baili An shook his head, “I’m not skilled in medicine, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.”

Ning Feiyan rested her chin in her hand, “The best physician in the Demon Clan couldn’t cure the wounds on my body. Why would I need you to be proficient in medicine? Sir Si Chen, don’t forget what my true form is.”

Her gaze was somewhat strangely enigmatic, with a hint of seductive suggestion.

Baili An quickly understood.

The Enchanting Demon clan was naturally skilled in the Yin Yang Replenishment Technique. They possessed innate Spiritual Power and extraordinary Talent, capable of using other’s Essence Blood and cultivation to repair their own Realm. They could also heal wounds and nourish the soul.

With the corpse demon’s grievous injury, the corrosion of Liao Poison, and a sword wound on her neck, these consecutive fatal injures had brought Ning Feiyan to a state of despair, as if no medicine could cure her.

But Baili An was undoubtedly the best medicine for her.

Faced with Ning Feiyan’s teasing gaze, Baili An’s complexion turned slightly green. Without making a sound, he took a half-step back and diplomatically said, “I’m not versed in the ways of Dual Cultivation. I can’t help you, my lady.”

Ning Feiyan was taken aback by his reaction, but soon her eyes turned cunning, and she said with a casual chuckle, “No matter, I could teach you.”

After saying this, she seemed to tug at her injury and suddenly knitted her brows, her face turning pale as she covered her mouth and coughed violently. It took her a good while to recover her breath. The cloth around her neck was soaked with a deep hue and her whole being was pale and weak.

Her statement that she could die at any moment was not an exaggeration.

Baili An hesitated for a moment, but finally crouched down and said with great reluctance, “With the state you’re in, how much could you really replenish? Stop struggling or you’ll only make your injuries worse.”

Ning Feiyan buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling.

Seeing her like this was truly frightening, and just as Baili An was about to say something, Ning Feiyan suddenly burst into laughter. She laughed so hard that she shook and tears came out, “Are you foolish, Sir? Out here in the wilderness, do you really think I’m propositioning you?”

Baili An was stiff, his face burning with shame.

Ning Feiyan grabbed Baili An’s sleeve and shook it, clearly amused by Baili An’s earlier troubled and conceding expression, “You were really wavering just now, thinking about whether to help me heal, weren’t you? What do you mean by worrying that I might make my injury worse with my antics? Are you saying that if you did it, it wouldn’t work?”

“Go away!” Baili An forcefully withdrew his sleeve, baring his tusks in embarrassment and anger, “Are all you Enchanting Demon women so vile, shamelessly saying such brazen things.”

Ning Feiyan glanced at him, suddenly getting up, grabbing Baili An’s collar with both hands and tugging it apart, revealing some meticulous muscle definition. She pounced forward, straddling Baili An’s waist and chuckled lightly, “How can a woman be vile? It should be called romantic.”

“Get off me!” Baili An knew that she was as fragile as a porcelain doll ready to break and didn’t dare to fling her off.

Ning Feiyan placed her slim index finger against his lips, perhaps really having exhausted her last bit of strength with that bout of motion, and looked pale and haggard. She was serious now, not joking around, “Rest assured, I don’t covet your body; I just need a little of your Primordial Yang Blood from your neck to replenish my body. You are a generous man, and I expect you won’t refuse such a small request from me.”

Baili An was at a loss for words.

His tense body relaxed slightly – if it was just taking blood, it was harmless after all.

But in their actions, the Enchanting Demons were indeed extraordinary. Seeking blood to heal, their eyeful suggestiveness was as warm and enticing as pleading for Dual Cultivation, how could one not entertain improper thoughts?

Baili An took a deep breath and said, “I am a corpse demon. If you take my fresh blood, aren’t you afraid the Corpse Poison will harm you?”

Ning Feiyan laughed, “What harm could the Corpse Poison of someone with your cultivation do to me?”

Sister Wen in the Chaotic Netherworld Valley had said something similar before, yet in the end, she still ended up weak and wobbly.

But Ning Feiyan, a demon of the Tribulation Realm with the protection of Si He’s power, truly didn’t fear a touch of Corpse Poison.

Baili An closed his eyes and turned his cheek aside, exposing his neck, and eventually acquiesced.

Ning Feiyan didn’t stand on ceremony. She leaned down, bit open his neck, and gently sucked the cold yet unusually sweet-tasting fresh blood within his body.

After a while, the woman’s cool and weak body on top of him started to gradually warm up. Baili An saw tiny demonic scripts emerging on the creamy skin behind her ear; those scripts Devoured and refined his Primordial Yang Essence Blood, and finally vanished without a trace.

Ning Feiyan was a person who could endure and control herself to extremes. The familiar aura of Primordial Yang that triggered her wanton thoughts was suppressed by her calm demeanor without showing the slightest hint. She didn’t take more than necessary, and only when her breath was slightly more stable did she take her lips away from his neck. A trail of small, neat bite marks still seeping Blood Pearls – not wanting to waste, she tenderly pressed herself against them again, cleaning them up like a small kitten.

Her pale lips were subtly tinted with the blood, making her appear even more enchantingly beautiful. The two Treasure Beads by her ear seemed to burn brightly along with her stabilizing breath, looking extremely lovely.

Baili An touched the stinging wound on his neck, feeling oddly mixed.

So this was the strange sensation of having his neck bitten – usually, he was the one biting others’ necks to drink blood. Now, roles reversed, it felt peculiarly weird.

He thought he had only given a bit of Primordial Yang Blood, but somehow, Baili An felt that this fox-like woman in front of him had stolen something from him.

All of a sudden, from the house next to them, came the sound of a door opening.

The green lamp’s gentle light dispelled the cold darkness, and a tall woman dressed plainly approached with a lamp, her face registering surprise as she took in the scene in front of her – Ning Feiyan’s lips still tainted with fresh red blood, clearly having just performed ‘blood collection’ on the young man.

Ning Feiyan and Baili An turned their gaze towards the woman at the same time.

Baili An had seen her in the illusion – she was Ning Feiyan’s mother.

Compared to her appearance in the past, more fine lines had appeared at the corners of her eyes, and the resentment and madness from before had been replaced by a deep, inscrutable weariness.

Being pressed down like this by her daughter in front of her mother was somewhat indecent, he propped himself up and patted Ning Feiyan’s butt, signaling her to get off.

He hadn’t patted her back because there was no piece of good flesh left there.

Under the woman’s eerie, silent gaze, instead of standing up, Ning Feiyan pressed herself closer to Baili An, her eyebrows lifting in a coquettish smile. “At first, I thought this was Si He Wang Yi’s plot, but I didn’t expect you, Mother, to be involved as well.”

Mrs. Ning’s eyes twitched slightly, and she looked down, saying, “I really had no other choice. Sir Si He said he could help me rescue Hong Zhuang, so long as I lured you here.”

Ning Feiyan scoffed, “Does Mother think I would ignore my own sister?”

Mrs. Ning looked up with humble and hopeful eyes, “Are you willing to save her?”

Ning Feiyan laughed coldly, without an ounce of sympathy, “Of course not.”

Mrs. Ning’s expression instantly froze.

Ning Feiyan spoke mockingly, “After a thousand years, Mother truly has not learned a thing. I said it back then when that arrow was shot; we were even, and all debts were paid. I have already fulfilled my duty to protect Beiyuan with the name of Si He. Now, when I am hanging by a thread and might die from my injuries at any moment, you still conspire with outsiders against me. On what grounds do you expect me to save anyone for you?”

Mrs. Ning’s gaze slipped, looking towards Baili An, “If I am not mistaken, he is not of our Demon World?”

Ning Feiyan’s lips curled into a thin, cold smile, “If Mother is smart, you should forget everything you saw today. Otherwise, it won’t just be those one hundred thousand people of the Enchanting Demon clan who will perish.”

Mrs. Ning’s hand shook slightly, tilting the lamp so the flame caught on the entire lantern, igniting it with orange fire. In the firelight, her face flickered, looking somewhat grim and eerie, “You will regret this.”