Chapter 440: Chapter 440

440: Chapter 426: Self-Righteous Redemption 440: Chapter 426: Self-Righteous Redemption “Arao, listen to me, the assassination tonight must not be real,” Shen Qiuzhi…

“Master…” she called out softly.

A warm and wet feeling immediately spread across his chest, and Arao, who lay upon it, began to breathe even more rapidly upon hearing that name.

Unconsciously, blood spilled from the corners of her lips, her Spiritual Power barely suppressed and showing signs of violent outburst at any moment.

On her pale cheeks, layers of ancient red Demon Mark surfaced as the tears in her eyes had long since dried.

Her dry eyes fixed on the void behind him, she murmured, “I only found out today that her full name was Shen Qiuzhi.

How nice it sounds, this name.”

A surging Demonic Qi of black and red emerged from her body, causing him to frown deeply upon seeing this.

Feeling her precarious state, he hugged her tighter, swirling a clear energy from within his Spiritual Palace that engulfed the Demonic Qi from her, ensuring no one outside the tent could sense anything.

Just as he was about to speak to explain and calm her emotions, a foul sweetness rushed to his throat, rendering him too uncomfortable to speak.

He wrinkled his brow without a sound, swallowing the sickly sweetness and proceeded to regulate his breathing first.

Arao’s gaze still dazed and numb, she did not notice his distress, her back sporting a pair of shadowy black and golden Demon Wings, faintly visible.

“Master, you are completely right.

This attack today must have been fake.

The moment my sword pierced through her throat, it met no resistance; she had no intention of killing me.

One might even say she…

threw herself onto my blade.”

The redness in her eyes increased, a ghastly sight: “She knew the difficult situation I’m in now.

When they let her out, she had already decided how to make her death more valuable!”

A weak smile touched Arao’s face: “She always lived with such clarity, so she did not come to save me but to use her death in exchange for me to stay clean in the Mortal World.”

A crackling sound, the wick inside the copper platform sizzled.

The candlelight brightened slightly, as if at this moment, a string that had always been calm was tightened to an extreme.

And then it suddenly snapped.

A new fire rekindled in Arao’s numb eyes, the sorrow gone, leaving behind a look that was crazed and ferocious.

“But who gave her such permission!

Why should she decide for me how the world’s warmth and coldness, life and death, joys and sorrows should be!?

Who allowed her to come into my life and then leave without a trace!

Her blood stains my lethal weapon, she dies in front of me————and what right has she to assume!

She became utterly obsessive and grim, finally spitting out with heavy emphasis: “Despicable!”

The Demon Marks on her cheeks resembled the strokes of a demon, finally converging into an indelible black flame between her brows.

The Sword Master’s pupils shrank violently, realizing the true function of this black flame; the words that had risen to his lips stopped abruptly, his heart suddenly grew cold as he realized everything that had happened tonight must have fallen into someone else’s control and scheming.

Arao’s emotions were far too dangerous; he could not let this continue.

He gently lifted his hand, his palm marked with a golden talisman.

Arao’s gaze trembled, and she suddenly pushed him away harshly, seeing the golden light emerging in his palm, she frowned: “Master, your disciple isn’t mad.”

She summoned her sword Willow and took to the air with Sword technique without waiting for his reply, saying, “Now that she has died and the immediate danger has been removed, but I will not break the promise I made to Master in three days.”

“I know exactly what I should do…”

After leaving these words behind, she flew out of the tent, disappearing into the deep rainy night.

Rain drifted down, soaking through her clothes.

The cold rain and wind howled as if dead spirits were weeping.

Arao’s features turned cold from the gusts as she flew north on her sword, eventually landing on a mountain lake.

The lake water was clear and still, and she stood atop the mirror-like surface, the wind stirring up her black dress, her sword Willow producing thousands of leaves and voices, pushing the rain away from the surrounding mountains.

At that moment, the mirror-like lake formed ripples, and a pair of indifferent eyes slowly opened from the depths.

“Have you come to offer a sacrifice to me?” a detached voice asked from the bottom of the lake.

The voice carried a hint of weariness, as though awakening from a long slumber.

“I came to kill you.” Arao’s eyes were dead, stirring no ripple of emotion.

Three Black Flood Dragons broke through the lake, their bodies exuding a strong scent of decay and death, but beneath this death, the true Dragon Spirits lay hidden.

Under this inexplicable power, the girl spoke again: “Does the Monarch know that by your actions today, you will become the first in history to forsake your subjects and realm?”

Arao sneered: “Wasn’t I the first to be forsaken?”

“If you persist in this path, My Lord, you will pay a painful price,” the girl’s voice held a warning.

Arao, expressionless, retorted: “Using yourself as bait, you lured my Master and his followers into the mountains, hoping to use the blood of the immortals to break your seal and revive Yihe, summon endless Demon Soldiers, and overturn the world.

Since you dare to try to destroy him, who is among those people, why discuss any price with me?!”

The three Flood Dragons coiled and rose, spewing forth the Water Element Formation, isolating this lake’s space.

The girl spoke with calm detachment: “You are here because Qiuzhi informed you of my revival plan, you killed Zhisu then Lin Xi, destroying my most crucial pieces for killing the Heavenly Seal Sword Master.

You would risk being doubted and interrogated by the world, just to disrupt my entire scheme and let those righteous men live longer.

But I must ask, Monarch, after doing so much, who can understand your painstaking effort and what can you gain from this world?”

Suddenly, the girl laughed: “I believe it will only be suspicion, wariness, probing, and…”

Arao’s fingertips suddenly stiffened, turning pale with strain.

The girl’s laughter became clearer, carrying an ease and leisureliness: “Looking at you, Monarch, I assume Qiuzhi has already been sacrificed, hasn’t she?”

Arao clenched her teeth: “Yihe Shu Ci, just how far do you intend to provoke me!”

“No, I merely find it utterly ridiculous and laughable, you could have been the ruler of the Six Realms, with the Demon World under your feet.

The supreme power, unrivaled force—all forgoing, yet obsessively guarding one untouchable person.

Shu Ci has never seen any Demon Lord living like a Saint.”

Gossamer willow leaves fluttered between the lake surfaces, resembling wind-lifted golden catkins.

Arao’s pale, cold face was like a layer of frost as she said, “A demon like you could never understand.”