Chapter 822: Chapter 650: An Unremarkable Fondness Ning Feiyan remained silent at first, but when she spoke, it caused a clattering sound. Mi Lu swept the teacups and kettle off the table in front of him, creating a mess on the floor. At the tea party, the whispering immediately ceased, and the many Demon Generals looked at the gloomy expression of Young Lord Mi Lu with perplexed faces. Although the issue of the Monarch’s Return Banquet had temporarily interrupted his engagement with Ning Feiyan due to Yihe Si Chen’s intervention, everyone present knew the depth of Young Master Mi Lu’s affection for her. Even though the owner of Chao Mu Hall had changed, Young Master Mi Lu was still the blood brother of the Demon Lord, and Yihe Si Chen was to be the future Royal Consort of the Demon Lord. With such a complex relationship, not even a newly appointed Lord Yihe would dare to harbor improper thoughts toward Ning Feiyan at such a crucial moment. Thus, in the minds of many Demon Ministers, even though this marriage was annulled, the fact that Ning Feiyan was still the Young Princess Consort of the Demon Clan was undeniable. The deep-seated obsession Young Master Mi Lu had for Ning Feiyan had been there since his youth. And even though many years had passed, he still treated her with care and respect. The anger today was clearly directed at Ning Feiyan, which was quite inexplicable indeed. The demons looked again at Ning Feiyan, only to see her demeanor was completely normal, showing no sign of anything unusual. Regarding Mi Lu’s abnormal angry attitude, she just responded with a faint smile, not taking it seriously at all. Erhe Zangxin raised his hand to touch the mask on his face, his eyes deep and his emotions indiscernible. Soon, he made a gesture, and two attendants quickly came up to clean up the mess. A faint laugh came from under the mask: “From where do Ning River Lord’s words arise?” Ning Feiyan chuckled: “The Netherworld Dragon’s catastrophe has plagued the Demon World for such years, even the old Demon Lord was troubled by it. Now, with those human cultivators as bait, through my master’s trip to the earth veins, the gains were significant. The Netherworld Dragon transformed into bones and slumbered, billions of malevolent spirits were sealed forever, and we even brought back two Dragon-Slaying Swords, each feat being an unparalleled achievement for the Demon World. This tea party hosted by Lord Zangxin is indeed most timely.” The phrase ‘my master’ was truly intimate and ambiguous to the extreme. However… the demons in the room were already used to Ning Feiyan’s usual charming and seductive demeanor and found nothing amiss. It was Young Lord Mi Lu, who had just come out of the dungeon, whose gaze toward Ning Feiyan showed a desire to tear her apart and drink her blood! Zangxin immediately understood Ning Feiyan’s intent; in just a few words, she was trying to credit the entire issue of the Netherworld Dragon to that boy. Zangxin’s gaze grew slightly cold, but the laughter in his voice did not change: “Ning River Lord’s words are incorrect, the Netherworld Dragon is the hand of catastrophe in the Demon World, even the old Demon Lord could only suppress it, not kill it. The destruction of the Netherworld Dragon’s physical form and the bone suppression of malevolent spirits might have other hidden stories. Ning River Lord should not blindly attribute the credit recklessly.” “Other hidden stories?” Ning Feiyan said with a smile, “What kind of hidden stories? Within the malevolent spirit earth veins, the forbidden land of ten thousand demons, when the Netherworld Dragon awoke, only my master was in the earth veins, along with those incompetent human cultivators who were useless.” “Does the Erhe River Lord believe that among those human cultivators, there was such a powerful person hiding? If this were true, how could our mighty Demon World remain safe to this day? It would have been overthrown by the Human Race long ago, wouldn’t it?” In this matter, Ning Feiyan clearly had the advantage of ‘reason,’ her words were not aggressive, yet highly persuasive. The awakening of the Netherworld Dragon made many demons originally believe that the Demon World would face an unprecedented, devastating war. The breaking out of billions of malevolent spirits was like a locust plague, and they were just the crops in the field, ready to be devoured if not careful. Although that day the Demon Lord defended the empty city alone, sending the seventy-two Demon Generals and multiple River Lords with a heavy force of the Demon Clan to retreat and defend outside the Royal City border. The Demon World Royal City is the place with the deepest, richest magic energy, if the Netherworld Dragon had broken out and devoured a mouthful of the earth’s magic energy, it could instantly grow into its full state. Nowadays, accounting by age, the Demon Lord is considered young, her cultivation realm far inferior to that of the old Demon Lord’s generation, facing the Netherworld Dragon and the billions of malevolent spirits suppressed for ten thousand years, she could be described as narrowly escaping death. But one had to admit, the bold move by the Demon Lord that day to order the retreat and defend the city did indeed win much admiration from the Demon Ministers. Though the Female Demon Lord has reigned for over a thousand years, since the day she ascended, she has been sealed and dismembered, with truly little time actually in control of power. Under her, there are not many truly loyal and able ministers. For Zangxin and Mi Lu, this was a good thing, and they could take advantage of the Demon Lord’s short reign to plot in the shadows and win over ministers and warriors from all sides. But unexpectedly, Ning Feiyan’s tactics were even superior, never making moves to socialise or win over others. With just a few words, she managed to borrow momentum to win a huge wave of goodwill for the newly appointed Yihe Si Chen. Although everyone present found it absurd that Baili An could single-handedly slay the Netherworld Dragon. But as Ning Feiyan said, within the realm of the earth veins, no demon dared to enter, and the human cultivators were dead, exterminated, wounded, clearly proving themselves a bunch of useless beings. Yet the Netherworld Dragon inexplicably turned into a White Bone Corpse Mountain, eternally subduing the mountains and rivers. A cataclysmic disaster ended silently, an impossible feat seemingly achieved without trace. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⸺fire.net