Chapter 829: Chapter 653: Living Medicine The atmosphere beneath the mountain was silent and still. The Demon Ministers guarding the surroundings suppressed the silence, their expressions fraught with chaos and shock. If the death of the Netherworld Dragon truly had nothing to do with Si Chen, then how would the dragon’s soul end up in his hands? If it is indeed as Zangxin said, that Lord Shu Ci’s defeat to Si Chen was secretly ordered by the Demon Lord, and the power he currently possesses is all an illusion… Then why was he able to withstand the Dragon Soul’s Heavenly Tribulation, which even Shu Ci could not approach? All prior bewilderment and doubt regarding Baili An’s strength vanished in the instant the fireworks-like tribulation concluded. They looked at the youth in the Female Demon Lord’s embrace with nothing but awe. “Today’s tea party hosted by Lord Zangxin has truly pleased me,” the Female Demon Lord said to Zangxin, her gaze shadowy, with a radiant smile. The eyes beneath Zangxin’s mask were filled with anger, struck by that smile, his voice was cold and grim: “Regarding the establishment of the Phoenix Lord, I hope Your Majesty will deliberate carefully before making a decision.” The Female Demon Lord remained aloof: “There’s no need for Zangxin, the River Lord, to worry about this, I will decide.” Zangxin’s lowered gaze did not change, his voice deep: “Your Majesty’s decisions, of course, I dare not oppose, but at this moment, I must remind Your Majesty of one matter.” The previously suppressed emotions in his voice were now calm and unruffled, like an ancient well: “If I am not mistaken, during the battle with Manxie, the poison of the Peacock Feather that Si Chen was struck with is a rare poison in the world, impervious to all methods. The strength of the toxin varies with the host’s Realm Cultivation, meaning if a mortal with no cultivation is infected, lacking Spiritual Power as nourishment, the Peacock Feather is merely a slow-acting poison. But if it were a cultivator or an Immortal in the Tribulation Realm, this poison is truly a death sentence.” The Female Demon Lord squinted deeply: “Zangxin River Lord seems to understand the Peacock Feather poison quite well.” Zangxin sincerely said: “I just don’t wish for Your Majesty to expend effort on a dying person.” After Zangxin’s subtleties, the demon ministers finally realized that Baili An still bore the Peacock Feather poison, inevitably feeling regretful. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on Nove1Fire.net The Female Demon Lord’s gaze chilled for a moment, but quickly returned to normal: “Zangxin River Lord worries for me daily, and I am greatly comforted, but now that the Royal City is in ruins, the Inner Palace destroyed, Zangxin River Lord should focus more on its reconstruction.” Before Zangxin could reply, the Female Demon Lord had already walked out from among the demon ministers, casting a fleeting glance at Ning Feiyan as she passed, “I’m in a good mood today, why don’t River Lord Ning serve a day in the Netherworld Palace?” Ning Feiyan, who had been listening with her head bowed, trembled slightly. The subtle murderous intent in the Female Demon Lord’s words made a deep, eerie glow appear in her eyes. When she raised her head again, her brows and eyes were covered with a docile and harmless smile, her words light: “Yes, Your Majesty.” The wind shook the light window, birds alighted on branches, chirping softly. Baili An felt as if he were trapped in a swirling vortex, his consciousness suddenly plunging, as if falling into a solid place, pain reverberating through shattered bones all around. His eyelids trembled, heavy and struggling to slowly open. The annoyance and burning of the poison invading his eyes remained, yet the landscape into sight was not of simple darkness; it was blurry, faintly discernible as layers upon layers of swirling mist. The cool tang of surrounding water was strong, his back seemed to lean against a smooth jade stone, and his breath was filled with a faint aquatic scent mixed with Blood Energy, not intense but rather refreshing and pleasant. For a moment, Baili An was unsure if he was in a dream or had returned to reality, his body was so weak it was as though his strength had been drained, his head felt like it had been hewn with an axe, throbbing with unbearable pain. His eyelids opened heavily as if bearing a thousand pounds, with the color of green poison fading slightly, his eyes constantly lost focus and contracted, repeatedly threatening to sleep again. At this moment, a sharp pain came from the back of his neck. A silver needle slowly pierced into his flesh, his hazy consciousness seemed washed by cold water, Baili An softly hummed and fully awoke. His vision was still blurry, but at least he wasn’t blind. He struggled to see, only hearing the voice of the Female Demon Lord nearby: “Quite a sleeper, I’ve stayed by your side for three days without changing clothes; if I don’t get Si Chen’s reciprocation for this favor, I would be deeply wounded.” Baili An’s ears buzzed with heaviness; though he heard her words in full, he couldn’t grasp their meaning for a moment. Instead, from beside him came a cold, brief hum, without further words. Baili An’s throat shifted, arduously speaking: “Jing… girl?” “Oh? Calling on that dead face first, little corpse demon, who knew, you conceal your intentions well.” The sarcastic speaker was none other than Yin Baishuang, who of course knew Baili An called out to Su Jing due to her unexpected hum earlier. She said this purely to disgust Su Jing and the Female Demon Lord. However, Su Jing remained expressionless and unchanged, much to her disappointment. Conversely, the Demon Lord’s expression darkened swiftly from a smile, her gaze at Su Jing exceedingly dangerous. “Miss Yin is here too?” Baili An was startled in his heart upon hearing this commotion.