Chapter 731: Chapter 615: Shedding Skin and Changing Bones Baili An earnestly said, “Miss Yin, you are a person who always seeks revenge.” Yin Baishuang scoffed, her smile tinged with a chilling malice, “If he were to die just like that, wouldn’t it be too easy for him? I’ve wandered alone in this vast world for two hundred years, deeply understanding the taste of restlessness without a place to call home. I’ve endured this bitterness; how could Meng Zifei simply die in peace?” Through the murky sky light pouring down from the heavens, Baili An clearly saw the deep despair in her eyes, those dull, directionless eyes that seemed to no longer distinguish the days. “If he were an absolute evil-doer, killing him with one stroke would indeed be clean and save trouble, but unfortunately, he is not. Meng Zifei has always wanted to be a gentleman, but his selfish desires are too strong; he wants to be a villain, yet his obsessions are too deep. In the end, he is but an ordinary person with both evil and good in his heart.” “When a person dies, they forget everything completely. He would completely forget Shang Ying. He would let go of his guilt, regret, love, and longing for Shang Ying along with death. However, in this world, how could such an easy release be possible?” Yin Baishuang’s remarks seemed illogical, yet they contained a strong and intense desire for revenge. But to Baili An, it seemed that the object of her revenge and torment wasn’t Meng Zifei, but rather herself. Baili An pondered, “Perhaps as the lady said, Meng Zifei isn’t a big evil devoid of morals, but in my view, this man isn’t as simple as he appears on the surface.” Yin Baishuang seemingly saw through his mind: “So when the stone demon caused trouble, did you deliberately refrain from helping?” Baili An said, “I cannot see through Meng Zifei’s purpose at Hundred Hills Mountain.” Yin Baishuang sneered, “Didn’t he say he was abandoned and humiliated by the Demon Clan, thus thrown here?” “How can Miss Yin not believe his story, yet feel that I would believe it?” Baili An couldn’t help but laugh, “Meng Zifei is certainly not of the same ilk as Jiang Shaoyu; his schemes and intentions are no less than Zangxin. Before deciding to collaborate with Zangxin, he would not have left his fate to be used and then discarded; thus, Meng Zifei’s entry into the War Slave Camp has a purpose that is not simple.” Baili An analyzed all the people and messy threads with meticulous clarity. Yin Baishuang stared at him for a long time, perhaps trying to find a reflection of someone in his eyes. After a while, “Indeed, even the most careless of people wouldn’t involve his disciple without spiritual power so deeply.” Baili An offered a faint smile, “Not necessarily. Perhaps Meng Zifei himself did not anticipate that, at a critical moment of life and death, Miss Xiaolan would choose not to abandon him, despite her lack of cultivation, knowing fully well that staying was a path to death.” Yin Baishuang furrowed her brow, deep in thought: “Are you saying, the usually calculating Meng Zifei, unexpectedly miscalculated with that young lady?” Baili An said, “Miss Yin, do you know what people with deep plots fear the most?” Yin Baishuang was enlightened by his word: “Those who are truly sincere.” People who play games of deceit do not fear their own kind, for they treat opponents as part of a game. Rather, it is those with a childlike purity, who can catch the schemers off guard. Baili An said, “Although Miss Xiaolan came from a rural background, as a mountain priestess who worships spirits, she has her own beliefs and faith. Meng Zifei’s acceptance of disciples was casual, but her initiation was heartfelt. When we first met in Xianling City, I could see it, even though Meng Zifei couldn’t change the reality of her having no Spirit Root.” “Throughout their journey, he sincerely taught her various Daoist Skills and protected her excellently during the Demon Suppression missions. Perhaps for Meng Zifei, all these were just his basic decency and responsibility, but for Xiaolan, it truly solidified the ancient saying, ‘Once a teacher, forever a father.'” Therefore, it wasn’t that Meng Zifei had no plans for Chen Xiaolan; rather, in his view, the teacher-disciple relationship of less than a year wasn’t enough to entrust life and death. He believed that in the face of Zangxin, a cruel and cold Demon, how could a human girl continue to fight desperately? Zangxin and Meng Zifei gathered for benefits, and Chen Xiaolan’s actions, perhaps unwittingly, handed Meng Zifei’s weakness directly into Zangxin’s hands. Probably, this was also one of the main reasons Meng Zifei entered the War Slave Camp and was unable to act effectively for a long time. Although Meng Zifei appears gentle, he is by no means weak at heart. If not for Chen Xiaolan being deeply stuck in the Beast Cage, how could he willingly allow the slave collar to humiliate him for so long? Now, Chen Xiaolan has been rescued by him, and it’s likely the long-quiet Meng Zifei has started to make his own moves. Baili An was very curious about what Meng Zifei’s purpose was. Tian Gan Mountain, the mountain roads were rugged, slippery from the mist, proving right what Ning Feiyan had predicted, and the Demon Generals searching the mountain had significantly decreased. She and Su Jing didn’t spend much effort before finding Wen Hanwei and the others. The three had suffered some injuries, among which Wen Hanwei’s were the most troublesome. It wasn’t that the injuries were very severe; when Ning Feiyan checked her, she didn’t find many external injuries. Rather, it was Divine Sense that had been heavily damaged, causing her to frequently fall unconscious over the past few days.