Chapter 631: Chapter 565: The Rites Between Monarch and Subjects

As she turned around, amidst the shattered jade beads, the ink-black pupils of the Demon Lord brewed a pool of bloody hue.

Among the crowd of demons, a young witch holding a jade gourd of wine revealed a look of surprise, while subconsciously clutching the shaking little coffin tightly in her wallet.

With the vast sky breezing, outside the kneeling throng of demons, a young man carrying a sword, holding an umbrella, walked alone.

He professed to be from the six rivers of the Demon World, donning the attire of the Demon Clan, his body swirling with blood feathers dancing in the air. With every step he took, the red Demonic Qi flowed with his garments, naturally tuning into the aura of heaven and earth.

At this moment, however, his aura starkly contrasted with those kneeling Demon Clansmen. Walking among the numerous Demon Generals, he stood out distinctly, embodying an out-of-place presence amidst everything around.

It was such an unguarded figure that had suddenly burst into Ning Feiyan’s line of sight.

The words he had just spoken, she felt as though she understood them, yet as if she had not grasped a single word.

Her gaze, deep and enigmatic, watched as Baili An parted the crowd, walking into this world and stepping onto petals battered by the rain.

The rim of his glaze-colored umbrella faintly glowed with moisture, shimmering and refracting a soft, warm halo as if the sky had cleared after the rain.

As the rain ceased and the clouds receded, it was the perfect picturesque scene. At this instant, a hint of truth seemed to peek through the sheer edge of the umbrella.

With the wind fluttering his garments, Baili An’s soft black fringe danced against his cheeks. He seemed to glance at her inadvertently, his slightly raised eyes tranquil like deep waters, clear and straightforward, harboring no complex or extraordinary emotions.

He stopped under the Time Platform, the shadows of the green trees stirred by the wind and rustling upon the umbrella in his hand. Ning Feiyan’s attention fell upon him, noticing that at some point, he had shed his Xianling City attire.

The dark purple garment was embroidered with faint cloud patterns on the collar and sleeves, his black hair simply tied up with a green jade hairpin.

This was an outfit Ning Feiyan had never seen him wear before, yet it felt strangely familiar.

However, before she had time to discern where this feeling of familiarity originated, the umbrella-holding youth casually planted the dark Ancient Sword into the ground, retrieved an iron Token from his sleeve, and held it out in front of Ning Feiyan:

“Last night, while engaging in a game of chess with River Lord Yihe, it grew dark without us noticing, and in the obscurity, I mistakenly took this. Such a precious item ought to be carefully preserved by River Lord Yihe; if it were to fall into the hands of those with ulterior motives, it would be unfortunate.”

The iron Token in his hand turned out to be her identity Battle Order.

Ning Feiyan was filled with a myriad of thoughts. She nodded calmly on the surface, took the iron Token and stored it, but inside, she was completely at a loss.

She had originally suspected that Baili An stole her Token and had conspired with the Demon Lord to harm her.

Earlier, inside the side hall, when he said he was not responsible, she felt he was lying.

Now, as he presented his own Battle Order before her, claiming he had inadvertently taken it, Ning Feiyan felt he was lying again.

“Was it you?!” Mi Lu stared at Baili An with a murderous look, and suddenly rose to his feet.

In the battle at the Bronze Gate, he had been gravely injured, his wings destroyed, and his spine shattered—all by Baili An. Mi Lu had yet to seek revenge, and now it seemed the audacious man had delivered himself to his doorstep.

Yihe Shu Ci did not recognize the youth before her, but hearing him claim to be from the Demon Hell’s six rivers, and observing the blood feathers circling him, she knew his identity was genuine.

However, it puzzled her why the Blood Feather River, which had been lost to the Mortal World for thousands of years, would suddenly acknowledge a master and return. She turned to the resentful Mi Lu, “Your Highness, do you know him?”

Mi Lu responded bitterly, “Inside the Bronze Gate, he inflicted deep wounds upon me, for which he should be executed!”

Baili An placed his hand calmly upon the hilt of the Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword, and spoke composedly, “At that time, given the circumstances, I had to act to save the Demon Lord. I hope for your understanding, Your Highness Mi Lu.”

Ning Feiyan, who had also entered the Bronze Gate alongside Zangxin, wore a look of surprise and feigned ignorance, “What was Your Highness doing there?”

Mi Lu’s expression tensed. His entry into the Bronze Gate with Zangxin to prevent the Demon Lord’s revival was a secret maneuver. Although of noble lineage, at the end of the day, he was still only a Young Lord, and could not bear the accusation of regicide.

If he insisted on using this occasion to attack Baili An, it would be tantamount to giving the Demon Lord a reason to punish and execute him.

To defeat the enemy at the cost of greater loss was a folly.

The more one speaks, the more mistakes one makes. Biting his teeth with unwillingness, Mi Lu became silent, closing his mouth.

However, Baili An’s unexpected arrival confused the multitude of demons at the Monarch’s Return Banquet.

“This youth claims to be from the Demon Hell’s six rivers? When did a new Demon Lord arise, such a major event, why have we never seen a decree from His Majesty bestowing such a title?”

“The aura within him is indeed that of the Mohe, but what did he say earlier? Was he challenging Shu Ci and not Fei Yan? Then why did Fei Yan accept the challenge?”

“What exactly is going on here?”

Not to mention these Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals whose thoughts were in complete disarray, even Ning Feiyan’s mind had already turned into a complete mess.

She maintained a calm exterior with great effort, but inside she harbored too many doubts.

The Demon Lord’s earlier appearance of forcing her into a dead end seemed all too real; it was evident that the Battle Order in the first box was indeed hers. But why then did it now appear in his possession?

As astute as Ning Feiyan was, an idea crossed her mind that she found utterly ludicrous.

This was the Demon World, where lurking on every side were Evil Ghosts waiting to devour.

Human nature was inherently wicked, not to mention these demons born from the sins of this dark land. She had never held any hope for receiving helping hands within this Demon Hell.