420: Chapter 407: The Young Bird Should Fly High 420: Chapter 407: The Young Bird Should Fly High The spear shaft was silvery white throughout, with no visible spear tip, for it had long since pierced through a sheet of dragon scales and deeply embedded itself into a blossoming red wound. Bright red blood dyed a swath of the sea, and before long, the churning sea surface began to freeze over. Huge, sharp ice pillars continuously broke through the ice surface. A figure emerged from the ice, and at the same time, his palm, covered in fresh blood, surged with a pitch-black blood energy. Within that thick shadowy mist, a streak of silvery white cold light flickered. Another silver spear. It was as if drawn from another mystical space, sweeping a narrow silver shadow through the air. The silver spear shook and produced several spear flowers, which directly shattered a sharp and enormous ice pillar that was hurtling towards him into countless fractured ice crystals. Under the terrifying reverberation force, the spear flew out of hand, and Baili An fell heavily onto a thick sheet of drift ice, his left hand so tragically pale amidst the red that it was unbearable to look at. “What is this spear?” Hong Zhuang was utterly unable to feel any aura or spiritual power that a magic artifact should exhibit on those two spears. But the power of this spear was almost on par with an immortal artifact. She did not notice at that moment Si Li’s eyes were astonishingly bright, her pain did not subside, but her expression was nearly compelling! She extended a hand toward the raging sea. Then a silver spear, cutting through the wind and rain, finally landed steadily in her palm. The spear was incredibly heavy; Si Li, drained of strength, struggled to hold it with one hand, the veins on her snow-white wrist bulging visibly. Her eyes were full of uncontrollable excitement. Hong Zhuang looked down, her brows furrowed even deeper: “This is not a physical weapon.” Si Li’s lips curved in an evident smile: “Of course not.” It might have been Hong Zhuang’s misperception, but in her answer, there seemed to be a hint of pride. For someone as proud as Si Li, it was extremely rare to feel a sense of pride towards anyone other than herself. Yet today, she looked at this unexpectedly powerful silver spear with genuine pride. If Hong Zhuang had not descended into Ghost Mountain early or had seen Si Li’s battle with Emperor a few days ago in Xianling City, she would have understood what this spear signified. Si Li’s entrance into the city and her fight against the Emperor marked by a supremely domineering spear strike, which brought that lofty deity from the clouds down to the mortal world. The dominating spear reflected her overbearing lineage talent, the dark blood force. If the Devour Talent originated from the gift of the corpse pearl, then this dark blood force was truly an unexpected delight. In just a few months of awakening, he had managed to inherit such an extraordinary talent from her. Dark blood force could harm deities, so naturally, piercing through a sheet of dragon scales was hardly a challenge. “Today, my brother performed well,” Si Li’s hand opened, and the long spear plunged back into the ocean, her tone filled with unmistakable praise. Her beautiful fox-like eyes barely concealed a smile: “But there’s no need to continue further; retire, I will award you later.” Her tone unexpectedly carried a touch of inappropriate tenderness and pity, as if she were watching a fledgling eagle beneath her wings fluttering against the wind for a long time, finally seeing progress but incurring many wounds. She seemed to see his limit. Thus, she spoke reassuringly, signaling that you could return to the comfortable warmth of the nest to rest. Rest well, and then swiftly grow up. Baili An lay on the ice, frowning in silence. The word “tenderness” also inappropriately surfaced in his mind. But that word didn’t suit Si Li at all, as if a cold Monarch was striving to play an elder role that didn’t fit her. Thus, Baili An felt extremely awkward. He watched as Si Li pulled a red-string-tied scroll from her sleeve, its edges already yellowing and curling, but from it, Baili An could feel an ancient and weathered force. His sharp intuition told him that the scroll was very dangerous. Si Li looked at the motionless Baili An, patiently explaining, “This scroll seals a powerful consciousness from my father, capable of binding the giant serpent within it. In less than three days, even if the serpent were to become a dragon, it would still be strangled by my father’s consciousness.” The Female Demon Lord immediately cried out, “Hey! That’s not very fair, wasn’t it agreed that you’d come to rescue me? After it’s strangled, what about my body?” Si Li replied, “I’ll mark the left eye of the serpent with our clan’s symbol, ensuring it doesn’t harm the seal on your body contained within the left eye.” Baili An did not make a sound, feeling an intense cold and weakness in his bones that seemed like they could crush him at any moment. Enduring the severe pain throughout his body, every muscle pull felt excruciating as if sliced by blades, but he still struggled to stand up from the ice, with his back to Si Li and didn’t leave the battlefield. Si Li’s gaze became somewhat dark and cold; she didn’t say much to make her displeasure known, only her tone sunk as she uttered his name. Baili An didn’t turn around; amidst the turbulent winds, he stood firm, slowly raising his head to look at the serpent’s indifferent, blood-red, cruel eyes. His consistently clear mind made his body suddenly powerless. In an instant, the heavens, earth, and mountains all seemed incredibly heavy, maliciously collapsing towards him alone. He knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault. Si Li’s purpose was very clear, she had come to slay the giant serpent and rescue the Demon Lord. And his purpose had never changed, he wanted to save Fang Geyu. Si Li held the scroll, capable of killing the giant serpent, marking the left eye, thereby extracting the Demon Lord. But she had no intention to save Fang Geyu, just as he had no intention to save the Demon Lord. Corpses loathed humans just as humans abhorred corpses. Between their paths, it was a life-or-death struggle. Indeed, the lone high-flying raptors hunting on Cold Ridge never pitied the rabbits about to be strangled and consumed by pythons at the edge of the wilderness. Fang Geyu was trapped within the dragon’s belly, and it was impossible to determine her exact location within it; how could he convince Si Li to mark and rescue Fang Geyu for him. From the start, Si Li never mentioned Fang Geyu’s name, thus there was never any possibility of negotiation. Although the silver spear pierced the dragon scales, deeply embedding itself in the giant serpent’s body, for such a massively huge body, the wound was indeed as minor as a human’s chipped fingernail. But as he watched the long spear under the dragon’s belly, somewhat concealed, he didn’t find his persistent efforts laughable at all. Though unsure when Si Li’s patience would run out and then use the scroll to fulfil her promise of reviving the Demon Lord. He thought, as long as he still has the strength, he should keep doing something. After all, that girl from Shifang City, who rightfully belongs in his heart, how could he continuously let her stay in such a…