462: Chapter 458: Must Not Be Known by Others 462: Chapter 458: Must Not Be Known by Others The Demon Lord’s beauty peeked out from his embrace, her eyes blooming with an exceptionally enchanting and graceful allure, as if the mist of just waking from sleep hadn’t yet cleared from her gaze. Those smiling eyes focused intently on Fang Geyu, dark as though drawn with thick ink, profound enough to make it difficult for others to look directly at her. She spoke in nonsensical phrases, appearing harmless to both humans and animals. Yet Fang Geyu’s eyes gradually widened, a fierce blaze igniting within them, as wild winds and raging waves surged within. To her, that bewitchingly beautiful face was akin to the cruellest thing in the world. She couldn’t help but clench her fingers so tightly they creaked, her grip on the Ten Directions Sword nearly overwhelmed by a murderous intent. The events of the previous days were still vivid in her mind. That face, belonging to legends and nightmares, had unexpectedly entered her line of sight. Fang Geyu slowly bowed her head, seemingly calm as she placed the Ten Directions Sword below her. Her fingers leisurely intertwined over her knees, her pale pink nails gradually turning a shade paler. When she looked up again, it was as if the myriad of emotions in her eyes had been slain the previous night. With an undisturbed smile on her face, she haughtily tilted her pale chin and drew out a long “Hmm?” “What kind of ghost or monster has come this way now?” Speaking thus, she glanced at Baili An with a look of frustration for not fighting back, saying, “Usually, picking up little cats and dogs, little deer, and rabbits is fine, at least they are cute and pure, good enough to be eye-pleasing mascots.” She continued disdainfully, “Are the rabbits not cute enough, or are the deer not plump enough? Why would a stray dog also fight over a big-headed ghost you’ve snagged? Baili An was taken aback as he was about to seize the Demon Lord’s head. He knew that the lady’s sharp tongue had reached an expert level, but he didn’t know where such massive resentment came from today, her words exceptionally sharp, more devastating than ever. The proud Lord of the Demon World was reduced by her to feel like an old prisoner on the execution ground, to be whimsically played with by dogs. He couldn’t help but look down at the Demon Lord’s head in his embrace, still smiling, if not for several bulging veins on her forehead, her tolerance would have been extraordinary. “How audacious!” roared Hong Zhuang, a demon assassin walking side by side with Si Li into the cave, her face filled with rage. A bone-chopping knife flew from her hand, landing in her palm, appearing as though she wanted to tear Fang Geyu into thousands of pieces. “To speak disrespectfully to our Lord, a death of ten thousand cannot be excused!” Si Li held his arms across his chest, his face showing little emotion, but inside he was pondering… This head had been brought by her from the fiery Quicksand Land in the North and handed over to the young man. Was this human girl insinuating that she was actually the dog playing with the head? She frowned subtly, not saying a word. Fang Geyu watched the furious demon assassin woman, her brows stern, and scoffed coldly, “So it turns out to be a demon dog lurking among the Wandao Immortal Alliance, in recent years, the reach of the Demon Clan has truly grown longer and deeper.” Hong Zhuang’s brows furrowed deeply, her killing intent surging. Fang Geyu withheld her cold sneer, her voice indifferent and cold as she uttered two words, “Get lost.” As her voice fell, a terrifying golden light flitted through the deep blackness of her apricot eyes. Hong Zhuang, touched by that gaze, felt her soul tremble with fright, and in an instant, like a venomous snake suddenly stared down by a celestial predator from above, instinctively scattered her killing intent. Verdant mountains touched the clouds, even the wind blowing from the east bore wisps of misty chill, ancient blemished rocks grew soft delicate ancient moss. Sparse shadows slanted across, a pale moon hung in the sky. Burdened with thoughts, Fang Geyu came alone to a wind-shielded spot between the mountains. She saw the black-robed woman standing tall against the sky amidst the brilliant frost. It was simply a beautiful, straightforward silhouette. Yet Fang Geyu felt she seemed more like a person from another world, abruptly standing there, silently and pitifully overlooking the eternal turmoil of the ages. In her world, only countless corpses lay scattered, with wandering lonely spirits. She walked through the worldly dust, yet her coat remained unsullied. Just watching from afar filled one with a beautiful despair. Under the moonlight, proclaiming herself as Heart Demon, she slowly turned around and spoke softly, “Miss Fang, have you decided to hand over those remains?” Fang Geyu was momentarily speechless, after a long while, she whispered lowly, “For whom does the Heart Demon come into existence?” The woman paused slightly, seemingly surprised by this somewhat puzzling question, then said, “It is born of the heart, conceived by desire.” Fang Geyu stepped in front of her, her eyes intensely fixated on her, “Tianxi Yun Rong, born with a pure sword body and an unblemished heart, constantly devoted to the Sword Dao, born for the sword, how could mere mortal world hinder her heart and breed demons?” “It seems that Miss Fang does not intend to hand over the Immortal’s Relics today. Since that’s the case, as our paths diverge, you and I have nothing further to discuss.” It was evident that under her calm demeanor, she subtly did not want to discuss the topic of how the Heart Demon was born, and she had no obligation to relieve Fang Geyu of her confusion. Raising her hand to summon a sword wind, her attire fluttering, she appeared ready to ride the wind away. Seeing her so impeccably resolved, Fang Geyu realized sidestepping the issue was futile. With no other option, she resorted to her trump card, gently uttering a phrase, “Miss Yun Rong… your husband is truly impressive.” Your husband is truly impressive! This line, like a harsh whip, snapped cruelly at her heart. In the next moment, she distinctly felt the true spirit within the other halt abruptly, her departing figure suddenly freezing, rooted in place, motionless. The wind lifted her long sleeves, even the exposed fingertips trembled palely. Seeing that she did not turn back, Fang Geyu sighed helplessly, moved to her front, and added, “Madam, your husband is really…” “Enough.” The pale lips under the hood suddenly tightened, she didn’t want to hear this extremely humiliating phrase again, she only said lightly, “You’ve won.” Seeing her , a hint of guilt surfaced in Fang Geyu’s eyes, and she dropped her typically haughty and impolite exterior, sincerely saying, “I apologize, desperate times call for desperate measures. I must quickly clarify your identity.” The clouds and wind still softly swirled in the sky, Yun Rong raised her hand to remove the broad hood covering her face. A face soon reflected against the mist, and her entire demeanor brightened due to that visage. Like white jade soaked in moonlight, smooth and translucent, so fair it nearly dazzled, contrasted starkly by her black as ink eyebrows and long hair. She gazed deeply at Fang Geyu with her watery apricot eyes, as if she could see through her soul. After a long moment, a tinge of compassion appeared in her eyes, she said, “So it turns out, your body harbors an ancient secret existence, one that allows you to resonate with death and those bones, thus seeing the past.” Fang Geyu involuntarily clenched her sword tighter, “To you, it might be the past, but to me, it’s the future.” Yun Rong gave a noncommittal response, “Did you tell him the future you saw?” Fang Geyu responded honestly, “No, just as I was about to tell him, I discovered the Demon Lord in his arms.”