Chapter 576: Chapter 541: Master is Not Here_2
The hall was filled with plentiful rare and precious medicines, yet Baili An’s wounds from the battle with Ning Feiyan in the valley had remained untreated. The stab wound that pierced through his chest and abdomen had even begun to fester slightly due to prolonged neglect.
The smell of fresh blood was unpleasant, but she didn’t mind at all as she placed the small bundled-up Baili An on her bare feet.
She used a damp cloth to gently wipe the blood from his fur before she began to treat his wounds with medicine.
Her neatly tied hair had come loose at some point, falling in a cascade over her shoulders, softly brushing against him.
Under the faint halo of light, her features were serene and jade-like, stripped of the usual malevolent sharpness. A rare delicate docility now colored her face.
Baili An looked up, meeting her deep, dark eyes that were smiling gently at him.
For a moment, he couldn’t comprehend how a person who could smile so purely and clean could be the formidable Female Demon Lord that all of the Six Realms deeply respected and feared.
His wounds were quickly treated, the skin under his paws soft and warm, the warmth of a living person.
She put down the cloth and medicine, took a clean handkerchief, and wiped the blood off her hands, then picked up a piece of lotus seed cake and held it to Baili An’s lips, her eyes curving as she said, “Little White, this is your favorite lotus seed cake, try it.”
Facing her smile, Baili An didn’t feel any urge to resist and obediently bit off a small piece, the soft, crumbly texture blooming deliciously on his tongue.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t really distinguish the sweet from the bitter.
He nibbled on the cake bit by bit, she fed him a sip of warm tea, and his stomach began to feel slightly uncomfortable.
Since becoming a cat, Baili An retained many corpse demon traits, such as lacking taste and being unable to digest human foods.
Yet there were differences from when he was human, such as now as a cat he would feel drowsy from time to time. Perhaps because the corpse pearl was sealed, his spirit was extremely weak.
His consciousness gradually started to become weary and fuzzy. Strangely, since entering the Demon World, Baili An had always been on high alert, even though he had that contract with Ning Feiyan, he had always been very cautious around her.
The Female Demon Lord was far more dangerous than Ning Feiyan, more fearsome, more cruel?
Yet now, nestled on her foot, Baili An’s mind gradually relaxed, his eyelids heavy as he nuzzled her foot with his belly and curled up comfortably.
The Luminous Lamp cast deep shadows, the Jade Furnace burned brightly, and wafts of blue smoke rose.
The Female Demon Lord watched the small bundle on her foot with gentle eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks from her dark, glossy eyes.
She whispered softly, “It’s good… you’re still here…”
As his sleep deepened, Baili An faintly felt himself being lifted by a hand, cradled in a soft, warm embrace, wrapped in a familiar scent, a wonderfully strange sensation.
It was his first time as a cat, yet the feeling of being completely embraced and falling asleep together felt oddly familiar.
Vaguely, he heard her say, “Little White, holding you , it feels like we’re back in those days when we relied on each other for survival, when our master wasn’t there, thankfully… I had you.”
The Immortal Tears in his bones seemed to stir at that moment.
When he opened his eyes again, he knew he was still in a dream.
What met his eyes was the Land of the Eight Desolates, a place he had never reached before, the dying sun above him didn’t bring the searing pain he expected.
Below him was a pool of blood, reflecting the silhouette of a cat.
As twilight deepened, ruins stretched across the desolate lands, and beyond a desolate desert stretched out endlessly. He crossed the ruins, sprinted across the sharp cliffs of the Gobi, running swiftly, his mood inexplicably agitated.
He didn’t know what he was looking for or why he felt so urgently.
Until he reached the shores of the Flame River aflame with fierce fire, within which demon after demon tormented, like the world’s furnace smelting all beings.
Demons fought each other in the fiery blaze, intestines spilling, heads decapitated by axes, blood cascading like broth.
The fires of Hell could not be more chaotic than this.
The flames were toxic yet could not stop him.
What he was looking for seemed to be within that fiery Flame River.
As he charged into the Flame River, the countless fighting demons seemed to instantly find a common target, rushing madly towards him.
Baili An didn’t know what this frail cat body could manage.
But the next moment, he saw himself emitting Sword Qi, the Sword Qi forming a dragon, sweeping across and turning the Hell of battle into a chaotic scene. The limbs and parts of demons scattered around, the air thick with deadly Demonic Qi, not a single demon capable of stopping him.
He seemed excessively strong.
Yet the fire here seemed to continuously Devour his Spiritual Power, weakening his strength more and more.
Ahead, still, lay the endless sea of black demons.
In this Land of All Evil, where even gods dare not linger for half a day, always at risk of Demon Spirits possessing him from the fierce fires, he had fought from one shore of the river to this end.
Finally, he found the terrified and helpless young Female Demon Lord behind a throne made of whitish bones.