Chapter 633: Chapter 566: The Youth and the Sword of Death

Demons from beyond the borders whispered incessantly.

This was the first battle of Shu Ci at the Monarch’s Return Banquet in recorded history.

Who could have imagined that the weakest among the Six Rivers would challenge the strongest of Mohe if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes?

No one believed Baili An would survive this battle, so those whispers included mockery, schadenfreude, anticipation, and greed.

The Six Rivers had vanished from the Mortal World for thousands of years, never acknowledging their master.

Now, this young man had brought the Six Rivers back to the Demon World to challenge Yihe Shu Ci. Without imagining, it was certain he would die in that minor world today.

As such, the masterless Six Rivers would naturally find a new master.

Knowing the implications, how could the Demon Clan resist stirring, watching eagerly for what would happen next?

Ning Feiyan returned to her seat, oblivious to the voices discussing around her. She did not allow her Divine Sense to probe into the Leaf World to watch that lopsided battle whose outcome could be predicted.

She stared absently at the Battle Order in her hand, lost in thought.

“Just now, Master Shu Ci said, ‘Hong Zhuang has been imprisoned, and no one in the world will collect your corpse.’ It seems now, with River Lord Ning’s great capability, you must be safe and long-lived every year. How would you then need someone else to collect your corpse?”

Zangxin, who hadn’t spoken for a long time, slowly spoke up, his words laced with an inexplicable smile.

“River Lord Ning truly is a natural-born poison for men. However, I wonder, after this battle, will you collect the corpse of that young man and erect a tomb for him as a consolation?”

Ning Feiyan tightened her grip on the token, raising her misty eyes, her thoughts inscrutable, “Please forgive me, I don’t understand what the Second River Lord is saying?”

The smile in Zangxin’s voice hadn’t faded as he continued, “No matter the alignment, Demon or Immortal, there are too many men in this world willing to bow down to River Lord Ning, wishing to die for you. The Young Lord of Tianlong Sect felt the same, as does the Hierarch of Wandao Immortal Alliance. Countless men have cried over you. I am very curious today whether you are moved by this young man, and whether his sacrifice will bring you to tears even once?”

Ning Feiyan looked at him quietly for a long while, her expression light and breezy, “Who can speak of the future? When he dies, perhaps the Second River Lord should come and see if I will weep.”

What an emotionally detached and cold-hearted person would say such words.

She put away the token, as if she had instant relief.

Zangxin was absolutely right, men of the world all seek benefit, and beauty too is a benefit.

Too many men are willing to die for beauty.

The Young Lord from Tianlong Sect stubbornly pursued her until his death on Ghost Mountain, not even earning a fraction of her sympathy or a tear.

How could there be any sorrow?

She was such a callous character, irredeemably bad, always manipulating others. How could she be so fallen to not even govern her own heart?

Of course, if weeping could simply achieve her goals, acquiring what she desired,

She wouldn’t mind putting on a show, granting you a few pity-inducing tears.

Unfortunately, her tears are too precious, having not yet encountered anything of value that could draw out even a few drops from her.

Or perhaps, the lives of the men who willingly schemed for her and died were too cheap to be worth her theatrical tears.

So, why should her heart be troubled?

It was just another day, rightly using others’ lives to shield her own was enough.

It was just a trinket she picked up carelessly, now just as carelessly discarded. If he died, then he died.

So, why should her heart be troubled?

Ning Feiyan smoothed the creases on her sleeve, as though aligning her complex emotions along with the fabric.

She joined the demons as another spectator below the stage, her Divine Sense probing out from her brow, watching the battle like the indifferent eyes of the demon crowd.

Zangxin saw this and couldn’t help but frown slightly.

This woman… her heart was truly impregnable.

If His Highness truly were to marry her, it was hard to say whether it would be a blessing or a curse.

Mi Lu’s spinal ridge had been ruined at the Bronze Gate, and being of pure Demon King descent, his body structure differed fundamentally from ordinary demons.

With his wings damaged, all was damaged, his Divine Sense far weaker than before, shortly after observing the battle, he felt tremendous pressure from Shu Ci’s powerful force.

He rubbed his aching brow, and one of the demon Qi Ren, who had long served by his side, brought him a cup of Spiritual Tea.

Mi Lu’s gaze fell on the mask on Qi Ren’s face, suddenly lowering his voice, “Do you think that boy will survive this battle?”

Obviously, Mi Lu asked a redundant question, but Qi Ren had served him for many years and thoroughly understood the Young Lord’s mind. He lowered his gaze and said solemnly, “The more River Lords the Young Lord commands, the more advantageous it will be for his future campaigns for the throne. Qi Ren clearly knows what to do.”

Mi Lu then nodded, satisfied, and drank his tea.

The appearance of the Six Rivers was a huge boon for the Demon World.

But the fact that this young man was the Lord of Six Rivers did not seem like good news to Mi Lu.

Fortunately, he wouldn’t survive today, and those eyeing the position of the Six Rivers were not just the demons spectating below.

However, compared to the Blood Feather River falling into the hands of other demons, Mi Lu would much prefer his Protector to inherit this position of the Sixth River.

Qi Ren had been protecting him since his birth, and Mi Lu’s trust in him could even be said to surpass that in Zangxin.