Chapter 415: Chapter 415
415: Chapter 402: She Stands Above the Mortals 415: Chapter 402: She Stands Above the Mortals Is it not forbidden for members of the Corpse Demon Clan to drink blood?
But that’s not right either.
Back on Kongcang Mountain, didn’t she let him bite her?
The flush at the corners of Si Li’s eyes slightly faded, clearly indicating a character of strong willpower.
The enticing sweetness that entered her stomach wasn’t much, and she slowly managed to suppress the wildness within her heart.
She wiped the remaining blood from her lips with the back of her hand, fixing him with an unfriendly stare, “Committing insubordination!
Disrespectful to your elders!
Ignorant of life and death!
Do you think you can just touch your elder sister’s tusks?!”
The Female Demon Lord had already burst into laughter at Baili An’s side, “Among the Corpse Demon Clan, tusks are viewed as their pride and dignity, and even their creator cannot touch them.
Baili An’s face darkened, “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
The Female Demon Lord’s smile was filled with malicious intent, “If I had, then wouldn’t we have missed this great show?”
Baili An glared at her, realizing he had violated a taboo, and had no choice but to bow apologetically to Si Li.
Si Li’s expression was icy, though inside she was still angry.
Seeing his appearance, it was clear he had no knowledge of the Corpse Demon Clan’s main rules and taboos.
For a moment, she was unable to lash out at him, and so she coldly said.
“Considering you are unaware of the rules and this is your first offense, I’ll let it go this time.”
“Yes, Si Chen understands,” he replied.
“Also, you need not feed me blood on your own initiative.
I won’t die that easily.”
For some reason, Si Li seemed particularly repulsed by his blood, even going so far as to avoid it when possible.
Baili An naturally wouldn’t continue to blunder and interfere.
He responded, “Now that we have entered the Bronze Gate, it seems quite different from what I imagined.”
Si Li sat up straight, lost in thought.
Indeed, according to legend, once you enter the Bronze Gate, you never return, and you never again see the days with the sun and moon, or the green mountains and white clouds.
Thus, in the minds of the people.
The Bronze Gate was a man-eating Hell.
But now, having truly entered the Bronze Gate, they found that this world completely overturned their previous understanding of the Bronze Gate.
Here, the spiritual energy was extremely rich and abundant, and there was no lack of dark powers either.
Here, you could look up to see the stars and the moon, and from afar, watch the continuous green mountains, thousands of miles of rivers and seas.
This place seemed like another Human World.
Yet, there was an indescribable difference.
Upon closer observation from a distance, it was apparent that there wasn’t much actual land in this world—the air was more filled with the cold and damp sea breeze.
While there were thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, the sea world occupied more than ninety percent of it.
Thus, Si Li was very fortunate to have fallen into the Ice Sea during that frenzied pursuit, and their current location was a small island with not much geographical area.
Below the Bronze Gate was unexpectedly a vast expanse of three thousand plane-worlds.
This world might be filled with many unknown dangers, but it was not the terrifying world of certain death as people thought.
Baili An pondered deeply.
Perhaps those cultivators who had fallen into the world of the Bronze Gate had settled down to continue their cultivation and their lives.
Then, where should he search for the great serpent.
“If you wish to find the great serpent, I can tell you where it dwells,” said Hong Zhuang, who had been silent until now, suddenly speaking.
Baili An looked at her, signaling her to continue.
This demon assassin, no longer using a hood to cover her ruined face, had a gaze even deader and colder than when they first met, like a stagnant pool devoid of emotion: “But you must promise me one thing.”
Baili An was silent for a while before saying, “Do you want me to kill Xing Wu for you?”
Hong Zhuang’s eyes, bereft of emotion, watched as the grass underfoot was stirred by the night wind, her voice cold: “His life can only be taken by me, avenging her is something I’ll never be so weak as to have someone else do for me.”
She slowly raised her face, marred by green traces and demon marks, and looked at Baili An, “I want you to give me the head of the Demon Lord.
My sister has died, and the mission she couldn’t complete, I will continue for her.”
Without any hesitation, Baili An unfastened the head from his waist and tossed it to her.
Hong Zhuang hugged the head of the Female Demon Lord, her gaze showing a trace of surprise at his straightforward attitude.
Si Li narrowed her fox-like eyes, “This is the head I brought out from the Red Flame Quicksand, and you just returned it to the demon clan so easily?”
Baili An said, “Sister Si Li’s goal is to resurrect the Demon Lord, and her goal is the same.
There’s no conflict between the two.
Moreover, Sister Si Li, now that you’ve lost the Corpse Pearl and are sealed with the Immortal Mark of the Venerable Demon, you no longer have any cultivation left.
Even if you kept this head, you wouldn’t be able to resurrect her.”
Hong Zhuang coldly said, “They say humans are a selfish lot, and although you are a Corpse Demon, your human heart has not died, and so you are the same.
Ignoring the well-being of the world for one woman, do you know once our Monarch fully resurrects, the demon warriors will take Langya Demon Sect as a base in the Human World and slaughter the Hundred Immortal Sects?”
She expected a mocking remark to provoke an angry retort from Baili An, but to her surprise, he just nodded in agreement and said casually, “You make a very good point, so I regret it now, can you give the head back to me?”
Saying so, he actually took two steps forward, trying to snatch back the head.
Unable to stab him, Hong Zhuang retreated two steps, and taking his words seriously, adopted a defensive cold posture.
The Female Demon Lord rolled her eyes helplessly.
Baili An stopped walking, looked at her, and said seriously, “I was fooling you, why so tense?”
Hong Zhuang’s half-face not covered by green traces and demon marks flushed with embarrassment, she hugged the head closer and glared at him, “Is that supposed to be funny?”
With no hint of mockery or playfulness, even somewhat indifferent, Baili An said, “You were born a demon, your heart chooses slaughter, you care nothing for all life, yet you try to press me with the righteousness of life, aren’t you also mocking me?”
He gazed down, looking at the dignified head -*-
The well-being of the world is too ethereal for me; I am neither a god nor a saint, so to me, the well-being of the world comes second, she comes first; I am very clear about what I am doing right now.”
Hong Zhuang opened her lips but couldn’t say a word, yet a trace of respect arose in her heart.
There are too many in this world who fish for fame and play at righteousness, having their own selfish desires yet pretending to be righteous, only showing their squalid nature.
Everyone has their selfish desires; if everyone could be as straightforward as him, there would indeed be very few.
“Such a sentiment—she comes before the well-being of the world,” the Female Demon Lord chuckled, but there was no slightest trace of amusement in her deep eyes as she stared intently at the young man, “I truly hope you’ll never forget these words.”