Chapter 491: Chapter 486: A Chilly Autumn Rain The Female Demon Lord shook her head, showing no shame, but instead sighed, “Pitiable, pitiable.” The person she deemed pitiable was neither herself nor Si Li, but Ning Feiyan and Hong Zhuang, those two Enchanting Demons. Ning Feiyan had already become one of the Six Rivers during the old Demon Lord’s reign. She was entrusted by the old Demon Lord to serve Mi Lu, and Hong Zhuang was her most loyal retainer, and likewise, was loyal to Mi Lu. As she had just mentioned, after all, she had faced calamity on behalf of Mi Lu, and as his elder brother, how could he not offer assistance in this resurrection battle of the Demon Lord? And so, Ning Feiyan and Hong Zhuang naturally became the disposable pieces he used to maintain the image of the Demon Clan’s generous and broad-minded Young Lord. Seeing Hong Zhuang’s foolishly protective behavior, it seemed her order this time was to rescue the Demon Lord at all costs. Ning Feiyan, too, was a restless one. For many years among the Six Rivers, although not the strongest in power, she was the most difficult to control. With Mi Lu’s skills, he was not powerful enough to completely subdue her. Hence, if not to sacrifice her, who else should be sacrificed? Looking closely, it truly appeared that the agreed-upon Si Li had sincerely come to rescue her. It was just unfortunate that the only person who could save her had been struck by the sword seal of the Sealing Demon Sword from All Heavens, and now that her cultivation was lost, she truly had no way out. The Female Demon Lord was clearly aware of her current predicament. She turned her head to gaze at the wind and rain swaying in the courtyard, “Young man, don’t you find this rain to be extraordinarily strange?” Baili An’s gaze shifted slightly, but he did not speak. The Female Demon Lord sighed lightly, “You brought Mi Lu to me, but I see no Mohe, his guardian river. From this, it seems Erhe Zangxin must have fled, but do you really think he would abandon his own Monarch?” Baili An said, “He infiltrated the Bronze Gate, his purpose wasn’t just to restore Mi Lu’s cultivation, was it?” The Female Demon Lord neither confirmed nor denied, “The Bronze Gate, which has been without an owner for many years, Feng Qing is one of the key fragments to the Bronze Gate, and with the key, one has the qualifications to inherit the rights to the Bronze Gate. Three thousand years ago, he founded the Taoist Sect precisely to acquire this key fragment, Feng Qing. In other words, everything within the gate, the Ancient God, the Dao Demon, and the Heavenly Ghost, were all his targets for this trip.” Baili An’s palm lightly tucked into his sleeve without making a sound, “Are you saying that Erhe won’t let us easily returned to the Mortal World?” The Female Demon Lord laughed, her enchanting eyes with their hook-like lashes looking at Baili An, “Young man, although you’ve done many remarkable things along the way, do you truly believe that everything will go as you wish, and that good fortune will always favor you?” Baili An ignored her words tinged with mockery, stepped to the window, and caught a palmful of cold rainwater. Indeed, the rain was falling very desolately and cold. The water in his palm was clear at first glance. But upon closer inspection using spiritual power, one could discover countless transparent, slender larvae struggling within the rain. He furrowed his brows, his expression turning grave. The Female Demon Lord said, “One autumn rain, one onset of cold; this rain truly penetrates the heart with its chill.” Baili An’s eyebrows twitched, and the rainwater in his hand instantly froze into ice. With a surge of dark energy in his palm, he shattered those unknown larvae along with the ice, dispersing them. There was a slight creaking sound. The two old windows slowly closed shut. The Female Demon Lord, who was pondering her own little schemes, suddenly felt light-headed as a pair of cold hands cradled her head. The slightly damp black hair spilled out from between his fingers, and the Female Demon Lord seemed not to have reacted to the sudden move, stunned in his arms. Baili An held her and returned to the bed, took the neatly stacked dry towel from the bedside, and wrapped it around her head, meticulously wiping her hair and face. In the dim room with the day turning to dusk and no candles lit, a handsome, youthful face was visible in the semi-darkness, with warm, gentle black eyes as he looked down. The Female Demon Lord became unusually quiet, her eyelashes slowly trembling as if they were a pair of wounded butterfly wings fluttering. Baili An used spiritual power when wiping her hair; the moisture quickly evaporated, warmed up, and the slightly curly black hair became soft and fluffy under his fingers, spreading behind her. When she opened her eyes again, there seemed to be a fleeting drowsiness and a vague exhaustion, making it difficult to predict the emotions hidden in those eyes. She said, “Thank you. I’m not cold anymore.” Baili An put down the handkerchief and fell silent. The Female Demon Lord thought he was pondering how to inquire about the strange autumn rain and wind. Wearing a smile on her lips, she was about to prompt and guide him, taking the opportunity to help him succeed, which was also a crucial step in her resurrection. But before she could take the initiative to confess, he couldn’t help but speak first. “Why do you want to become the Demon Lord?” This question caught her completely off guard. For an instant, something seemed to flash across her eyes, a fleeting surprise and confusion. But quickly, she calmed it down. An indistinct emotional turmoil churned within the Female Demon Lord’s dark eyes, “Why do you wish to know this?” Baili An considered the question seriously, and then said, “Curiosity.” “Curiosity?” She found his response amusing. Her gaze lowered to a self-mocking curve, “A gentleman, a good person, would be curious about such trivial matters? In the perceptions of you humans, everyone knows that the throne of the Demon World symbolizes supreme power, an object of envy for all, to reach the pinnacle, to dictate life and death, to consume the sun and the moon with authority, to rule the twelve provinces of the Demon World, and all sorts of ghosts, demons, and monsters dare not disobey. What a spectacular glory.” “So, for me, a demon, long oppressed and exploited, to desire to become the Demon Lord, do I need a legitimate reason?” Baili An shook his head, “I cannot understand, and furthermore… I am not human.” The Female Demon Lord was startled for a long time before laughing out loud, “Right right, how could I forget. You were originally a corpse demon. What do the thoughts of humans have to do with you?” Baili An didn’t find this very funny, but seeing the Demon Lord laughing until tears came out, he couldn’t help but stop. As the laughter subsided, a certain unmovable indifference settled on the Female Demon Lord’s expression. She said, “Because I want to see the true vastness of the sky and the ocean, to find a place for hope in which to establish my life, I do not want to live by clinging to someone or be pitied and used up only to be discarded in the end.” “So, I want to be the Demon Lord.” Soft, fluffy black hair gently fell from her forehead, her piercing, clear eyes now appearing mysteriously cold. Baili An stared at those deep eyes for a while, then shook his head, “I think, with your abilities, even if you do not become the Demon Lord, you can live a very free and exciting life. Therefore, that is not the real reason.”