Chapter 416: Chapter 416

416: Chapter 403: Sword Ballad 416: Chapter 403: Sword Ballad Baili An’s intuition told him that the gaze of the Female Demon Lord had become dangerous again.

He frowned but did not respond, instead, he said to Hong Zhuang, “Can you tell me the whereabouts of the great serpent now?”

Hong Zhuang replied, “The great serpent enjoys listening to the Sword Ballad.

If you sing a segment of the Sword Ballad, you won’t need to search deliberately; it will come to find you from thousands of miles away.”

“There’s no need to doubt my words.

My sister, Ning Feiyan, is the only demon to have entered the Bronze Gate and come out alive.

She knows many things that we do not, including the fact that the great serpent likes listening to the Sword Ballad—she told me so.”

The Female Demon Lord withdrew her dangerous gaze and returned to her usual languid demeanor, yawning and saying, “Feiyan is indeed a capable child.

When I first entered the Bronze Gate, my consciousness sensed her presence.

It’s a pity that her preparations were not thorough enough, and I, too, had yet to break the Spirit Seal and perceive my exact location, thus missing the chance to be rescued.

Now it seems the time has come, and it’s appropriate for me to open my eyes and properly face this new world.”

“Demon Lord?” Hong Zhuang inquired, perplexed.

The Female Demon Lord lifted an eyebrow and explained, “Little Hong Zhuang, you are in luck.

Your goal aligns with his once again.

The place where my body’s seal resides is none other than within the right eye of the great serpent.”

Hong Zhuang was rendered speechless by shock.

Who could possess such skill to not only seal their great monarch but also to approach the great serpent that symbolized doom and disaster, stare directly into its terrifying eyes, and imprison the Demon Lord within them?

Even Zhu Zhan, the supreme ruler of the Immortal World, might not be capable of this feat.

Seeing her silence, the Female Demon Lord laughed lightly and teased, “What’s the matter, little Hong Zhuang?

Are you scared now that you know my remains are in the serpent’s eye?”

Hong Zhuang’s gaze was resolute and fearless, “I am willing to offer my soul for Your Highness.”

“Little Hong Zhuang is indeed obedient,” the Female Demon Lord gladly accepted her loyal oath, revealing a faint smile, then leapt into Baili An’s arms without hesitation, saying, “Although little Hong Zhuang is obedient, I find her too weak.”

“Little Si Chen,” she drawled, calling his name while squinting her enchanting eyes, “I am a benefactor to your father and sister.

You must protect me well; take care not to harm my fair and lovely face during a fight.”

Though Baili An did not flaunt his power, after all, he was a Lord of Six Rivers, with considerable means and extraordinarily reliable heritage— the Demon Lord decisively sought a safe haven for herself.

Even if it meant being tied without dignity to someone’s belt.

Baili An frowned, thinking to himself how the ruler of the Demon World could be such a shameless woman.

Hong Zhuang, who had just pledged her soul and vowed to serve to the death, had an expression that was even more fascinating at this moment.

Baili An hung the beautiful head back on his waist and remarked, “I now understand why you, as the supreme ruler of the Demon World, are being pursued by so many of your own subordinates.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because, Your Highness the Demon Lord, you truly are both cheap and dramatic, extremely annoying to deal with.”

The blunt insult not only did not incite anger in the Demon Lord, but she seemed pleased by the comment instead as a genuine smile finally appeared in her aloof eyes.

“It seems you don’t hold back when insulting someone, little Si Chen.

Come, say more—I like to watch you scold people.”

Demon Lord, have you no dignity?

The sky roared with damp seaside winds, thick black clouds in the heavens dispersed by the fierce gale as Baili An stood atop a vast dark rock, the oceanic world vast and endless.

The sea in this world differed from the tumultuous Four Seas of the Mortal World, with raging winds and towering waves.

Here the wind was strong, but the sea surface carried an eerie calm and silence, as if a huge cold mirror lay across it, devoid of any startling waves or ripples.

A giant full moon hung high in the sky of this world, its cold harsh light spreading over the mirror-like sea surface, casting the silent sea into a world of desolation.

Not knowing whether the creatures in this sea were hidden in the depths or for some other reason, Baili An used his Divine Sense to probe the area and did not detect any life force fluctuations in these waters.

This world, almost indistinguishable from the Mortal World yet filled with strangeness and unfamiliarity, what secrets could it be harboring?

Baili An closed his eyes and began singing the Sword Ballad.

In the Tianyao Continent, the Sword Ballad was not a rare ballad; many folk heroes and wanderers of the pugilist world enjoyed creating their own to accompany drinks and merriment.

Furthermore, some extraordinary swordsmen liked to adapt their swordsmanship and oral instructions into Sword Ballads to teach their young disciples and grand-disciples, which would be easier to memorize and understand.

Baili An did not understand why the great serpent was so deeply attracted to such educational ballads for young disciples.

Could it be that simply by standing in a corner of this world and singing a simple Sword Ballad, it would truly summon the disastrous great serpent from thousands of miles away?

“In the cold Mei month, one lone firefly glows, beacon fires and green lamps light the chill walls, I borrow from you a three-foot sword, though cold and forgotten; the tune has no traces, the blade no intent, what companions follow through thousands of snowy mountains late at night, black hair turns to white, and the cloud sword seeks a thousand autumns, may you find peace, may you find rest.”

The clear voice rose beside the shore, like a gently penetrating force, the youth’s dark eyes reflecting the sliver of Heavenly Sea; countless shooting stars fell through the night sky from the depths of his eyes.

The falling stars did not rise again, reminiscent of the dust of life that had passed in history.

The youth sang with fluctuating tones yet without any hint of hesitation or pause, his gentle voice veiling an undertone of martial vigor.

Hong Zhuang, who listened to the Sword Ballad not far away, was moved by an unexpected reverence for the young man.

She had recently sworn allegiance, willing to sacrifice her soul for the great cause and mission of resurrecting the Demon Lord.

As an assassin of the Demon Clan, her oath could not contain a shred of falsehood— prepared to sacrifice herself without hesitation to complete her task.

However, this did not mean she harbored no fear of the great serpent, a symbol of death and calamity.

In Ghost Mountain, she had seen the great serpent in person—even merely as a reflection, without seeing its full form, its immense and terrifying presence chilled her blood and bones, causing her hand holding the knife to tremble slightly.

She feared the great serpent not just because of its majestic mountain-like body or its breath that could ignite the darkest depth in beings’ hearts, making them see death.

The Demon Lord had asked her if she feared the serpent.

Although Hong Zhuang did not answer, the obvious response could not be denied.

Yet this young man, summoning the serpent from the closest point to the sea, remained undeterred in his determination to save someone—and Hong Zhuang could not understand why within his song of summoning, his voice held no tremble and carried no sense of fear.