Chapter 372: Chapter 372
372: Chapter 360: Offering Oneself as the Sheath 372: Chapter 360: Offering Oneself as the Sheath The beautiful head tilted and glanced at the unconscious Si Li, biting the little girl’s finger without letting go, and said unclearly, “She’s going to slip off.”
Little Kunlun shook the beautiful head but couldn’t shake it off.
Annoyed, she said, “It hurts terribly; I have no strength left.”
The giant whale seemed to understand her annoyance.
Its fan-like tail beat upward, creating waves that pushed the nearly slipping off Princess back onto the whale’s back.
The cold river water splashed on Si Li’s face.
Perhaps feeling the coolness, it miraculously awakened her from near death.
Si Li opened her eyes.
Her pupils, like peridots, displayed a vague and weak light.
In her sight were the endless river and its waves.
Instinctively alert, the Princess tried to sit up, but a slight movement pulled at the wound near her heart.
A sharp pain struck, causing her vision to darken.
In her heart, the Ancient Sword of gold had not left.
At that moment, a cold little hand brushed the wet hair stuck to her cheek.
Little Kunlun’s tone was extraordinarily surprised, “Having taken a hit from my mother’s sword, it’s truly strange that you could still wake up.”
Due to the constraint by the Heavenly Sword, Si Li’s body was stiff and cold, making it hard to move; she could barely roll her eyes.
She looked indifferently at the pale girl, “Little Kunlun.”
Little Kunlun gave a slight smile, “Yes, it’s me.”
Si Li displayed an ancient and bizarre expression.
Little Kunlun placed that head in front of Si Li and said, “Don’t show such an expression.
I’m not so arrogant as to try to save a demon of the Corpse Demon Royal Family rejected by the world; the one I want to save is her.”
The beautiful head facing her blinked at Si Li.
The mature and charming Demon Lord, the naïvely beautiful Little Kunlun.
Their features were almost ninety percent similar.
Si Li pondered deeply.
The beautiful head that was biting the girl’s finger finally let go and slowly rolled to the front of Si Li, saying, “She is Kunlun’s Little Master.
Born two thousand years ago from beyond the mountains, she was struck by Evil Soul Nails planted by Xing Wu of the Demon Prison, who intended to use the divine descendant’s soul to create a second Blood Beast in Demon Prison, but he failed.
Kunlun’s Little Master was rescued by her personal Divine Servant.
With the Evil Soul Nails in her heart, the dying Little Master was brought back to Kunlun Pure Ruins.
Everyone thought she would die, but at that moment, my Hundred Nights Book accepted her as its master.”
Si Li asked, “Is that why she would save you?”
Little Kunlun rested her chin on her hands and smiled slightly, “Yes, otherwise I really wouldn’t want to fight with Xing Wu; he’s too fierce.”
She actually encountered Xing Wu in Demon Prison?
Si Li was slightly moved, sensing the distinct sweet scent of divine blood in the air, knowing the severe hardship she had suffered at Xing Wu’s hands.
She glanced sideways at Little Kunlun, “You were nailed with Evil Soul Nails the day you were born, doomed to a life without cultivation.
The Hundred Nights Book may keep you alive, but it can’t provide you with the energy to protect others.
Xing Wu is of the Demon Clan; why not hand over this head to him?”
Little Kunlun feigned a yawn to cover up the unwelcome tears at her eyes’ corners.
In the presence of others, she couldn’t cry shamefully.
“Hand over Demon Lord to Xing Wu?
Princess, are you treating me like a three-year-old child?
If Xing Wu uses this head to unlock the seal on the three realms and resurrect the Demon Lord, and she summons the Hundred Nights Book back, wouldn’t I be dead for sure?”
The beautiful head laughed, “A drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring.
If Your Highness Little Kunlun can help me resurrect, I’ll certainly reciprocate with this book.”
Still words meant to deceive a three-year-old.
Little Kunlun smiled and gently touched the noble skull of the Demon Lord, “If so, that would indeed be perfect.
But how does Demon Lord know that Xing Wu isn’t here to kill you?”
The beautiful head and Si Li both were startled.
The loyalty of Demon Prison was very limited and extremely cold-blooded, selfish, despicable, and unfaithful, devoted in life solely to one person who must have the highest status and authority within the Demon Clan.
And the Demon Lord was undoubtedly that person.
In this era of decline among demons, the Demon Lord was undoubtedly the most influential and powerful in the Demon World.
More importantly, she was the Demon Lord.
Not like Yihe, who holds no legitimate claim or smooth words, nor like the frail Demon Young Master who had awakened from a long seal.
From any perspective, resurrecting the Demon Lord was beneficial and harmless to Xing Wu of Demon Prison.
The beautiful head was very surprised and asked, “How can you be sure that Xing Wu is here to kill me?”
Little Kunlun blinked rapidly, pushing back the tears about to form, boldly pretending to be fearless, “I can’t be sure of his stance.”
Si Li narrowed her long, fox-like eyes and stared coldly at her.
Little Kunlun continued, “But the life of the Demon Lord is tied to mine.
If you die, I have to die.
Although there are many in the Demon Clan who want to save you, there are also not a few who want to kill you.
Since I can’t be absolutely sure that Xing Wu is here to rescue you, it’s naturally safer to protect you personally.
As for the Princess…”
She smiled sweetly at Si Li, lightly poking her finger at the ancient sword in her heart, cocking her head and asking, “I wonder if the Princess can recover from this wound?
If you lose your fighting capability, you’ll become a burden on this journey, and I might just have to leave you behind.”
Si Li sneered, “Since you are the daughter of the Kunlun God, you should know what it means for this sword to be embedded in my body?”
Although the Heavenly Sword was ancient from the Immortal World, its Sword Qi was unceasingly murderous, without a sheath that could contain it.
Therefore, it was usually sealed in an ancient Divine Temple, using the temple as a sheath to suppress the Sword Qi.
Now that the sword was embedded in her, the intent to slaughter had not dispersed; naturally, it regarded Si Li’s body of the Corpse Demon as its new sheath.
Unless pulled out, the powers of darkness around her were all concealed, making her indistinguishable from an ordinary person.
Little Kunlun pursed her lips in a smile, her smile as pure and ethereal as an ink flower just about to bloom, “Princess, since you’re so gravely affected by the sword seal and have lost all your cultivation prowess, yet you forcibly entered Ghost Mountain, I can’t believe you don’t have a means to draw the sword.”
Such a young girl, merely thirteen, yet already so astute?
That woman had really raised a monster.
At that moment, the sounds of water intensified!
Behind the giant whale, the rolling waves were blood-red, as far as the eye could see, like countless red thread-worms swarming through the River of Oblivion.
“What is that?” Little Kunlun’s face grew solemn, suddenly sensing something ominous.
The beautiful head yawned, “That’s Xing Wu’s Witch Worms, tsk, the little girl actually guessed right.
He’s indeed here to kill me.
I wonder what Shu promised him to make him invest such a heavy cost.”
With such a quantity of Witch Worms entering the deathly River of Oblivion, if ventured one way without return, could severely deplete the resources of Demon Prison.