CHAPTER 831: CHAPTER 653: LIVING MEDICINE (PART 3)

Seeing this scene, Baili An’s eyes deepened as he followed the trail of blood. He saw that in the potion, Ning Feiyan’s right wrist was similarly cut with a blood opening, her blood soaking into the bath, turning into rich blood energy, which all flowed completely into Baili An’s body.

The Female Demon Lord said he had been sleeping for three days, which meant... Ning Feiyan has actually been bloodletted here by her for three days.

The shock on Baili An’s face was gradually replaced by anger. He tightened his embrace around Ning Feiyan’s slender waist once more, ignoring the shame of being watched and, with a grim face, prepared to lift her out of the water.

Yet, due to the aftereffects of the Heavenly Tribulation, he was extremely weak, his legs unable to exert any strength. Just as he tried to lift, his knees went soft, and he fell back into the bath barrel with Ning Feiyan in his arms again.

Ning Feiyan choked on a few mouthfuls of water, yet still unhurried, looked at his performance with interest.

After several useless struggles, Baili An not only lacked the strength to carry her out, but inadvertently gave Ning Feiyan the opportunity to entangle herself ever-tight and intimate with him through the momentum of the fall.

As expected, she saw the Female Demon Lord’s face gradually darken, and felt greatly delighted.

She, Ning Feiyan, had never been someone who would willingly be controlled unto death.

Being subjected to bloodletting like livestock for three days, her extremely proud heart couldn’t possibly be without resentment.

Moreover, she inherently had a vengeful disposition.

With a cold face and on the brink of eruption, the Female Demon Lord forcibly pressed down on Baili An’s shoulder, scolding, "Do you wish to die?"

Baili An was rendered motionless by that hand, his brows knitted tightly: "They say the poison of the Peacock Feather cannot be cured, Your Majesty truly went to great lengths to devise such a blood therapy."

The Female Demon Lord sneered: "Do you think I have been deliberately targeting her?"

Baili An replied: "Your Majesty has spoken too seriously."

The Female Demon Lord’s face was as somber as water: "Do you think ordinary blood therapy could dissolve the Peacock Feather poison within you? Surely you’ve heard the myriad rumors about the Enchanting Demons.

The Enchanting Demon clan is born with Spiritual Power, which can be used for many purposes. Their soul in wine can lift curses, their flesh can dissolve myriad poisons, their bodies serve as cauldrons to refine cultivation and nurture Yin and Yang."

"Whether in the Demon World or the Mortal World, in people’s minds, the Enchanting Demon is utilized as live medicinal materials, like Ning Feiyan, who possesses the Mohe’s power, and whose cultivation is the highest Tribulation Realm Enchanting Demon in centuries, the useless Peacock Feather can only be dissolved by her fresh blood."

Baili An glanced sideways at the Female Demon Lord: "So what?"

The Female Demon Lord did not favor his current gaze, and though her face darkened, she patiently explained: "She needs to bloodlet for seven days to purify the poison blood for you. I’ve shackled her feet, even if you have strength, she cannot leave."

Baili An’s heart surged with anger: "Doesn’t the Demon Lord fear chilling people’s hearts by treating their subordinates this way?!"

The Female Demon Lord coldly uttered words without emotion: "I am the Monarch, she is the subordinate. If I want her dead, she dares not to die?!"

Baili An ground his molars, his black eyes filled with suppressed fury, just about to erupt, when his gaze met hers. For some strange reason, the buried scars in the chest seemed to ache fiercely again.

Feeling a slight bitterness, she snorted, her voice still cold, yet faintly tinged with grievance:

"Why glare at me, if I truly wanted to kill her, why use so many life-preserving precious medicines.

You are a corpse demon, only fresh blood is your best medicine. These medicines are useless to you; is all you see in me just slaughter and hatred?"

In his concern for Ning Feiyan, Baili An hadn’t quite realized this point.

He hesitated for a moment, unable to continue arguing or apologize, soaked in the water, unsure how to urge the Female Demon Lord to let Ning Feiyan out.

At this moment, Ning Feiyan chuckled: "It’s just bleeding a little, Your Majesty is not really threatening my life, Master should sit calmly and heal."

"But..."

"But what?" Ning Feiyan smiled charmingly: "At the Monarch’s Return Banquet, Master requested me from Her Majesty. From then on, everything of mine belongs to Master. If Master dies from poison, according to the rules of the Demon World, I am to be buried with Master."

Baili An was taken aback.

"Bleeding for seven days, I may not die, but if Master is gone, I must die!"

Ning Feiyan steadied Baili An, finding a comfortable position in the water herself, leaning against the edge of the bath barrel, her fair and delicate arms raised lightly, and the wound on her wrist glaringly red.

She picked a cherry from the plate beside her, savoring it leisurely: "Only four more days, Master just needs to wait patiently."