Chapter 889: Chapter 680: Incurable (Part 2) Baili An silently watched her, his thoughts seemed puzzled. Arao lifted her gaze and smiled faintly, then raised the teacup, drinking the clear tea in one gulp. “You…” Baili An’s voice and color changed, his eyes slightly widened. After finishing the cold tea, Arao furrowed her brows slightly, staring into the bottom of the cup, seemingly talking to herself: “The taste during the immature and mature stages differs greatly.” The Heart Burning Fruit she was cruelly forced to swallow back then truly felt like burning fire, a pain like her organs were torn into pieces. But now, this immature Heart Burning Fruit surprisingly offered a taste of bitterness and sweetness. The emptied cup was casually tossed onto the thick soft carpet, not making a single sound. Arao’s eyes sparkled as she smirked, looking at Baili An: “Do you, like Zangxin, think I’m a madwoman?” Baili An looked down at the teacup on the floor: “I think you’re quite mad.” “If so.” Arao lazily draped a thin blanket over herself. Whether it was the immature Heart Burning Fruit acting up inside her, she did not know, but the red line between her brows seemed almost enchantingly red. She hid a faint unbearable pain at the corner of her eyes, yet she gave a light smile, looked deeply at Baili An, and said: “If I truly go mad, it won’t be .” As she spoke, a streak of crimson blood trickled from the corner of her lips, dripping onto the snow-white thin blanket. Arao wiped away the blood at her lips with her fingertips, lowered her head, and furrowed her brows for a long time, then she suddenly chuckled: “It’s not as painful as back then.” Baili An didn’t respond. He bent over to pick up the empty teacup from the floor, refilled it with tea from the teapot, and said: “Tomorrow holds many affairs. You should rest early.” Outside the window, the sound of rain pattered, and night winds breezed through branches, rustling softly. Baili An picked up the cold boots, took the umbrella, and left. The night rain stained the lattice windows, while the glazed lanterns under the eaves of the palace remained unfazed by wind and rain, with sparse rain and gusts of wind, just like plantain leaves weeping. Arao pushed off the thin blanket, stood by the window, watching the silhouette under the palace corridor gradually fade into the rainy night, her eyes reflected by the rainy haze, seemed somewhat weary and desolate. The person who once offered her a clear dream and yet led her to a life of desolation. She unfurled the magnificent red glow, seeking him amongst all things. Unable to await the clear wind and grass, to walk shoulder to shoulder through the wind and rain? The one who made her longing turn into hurt, leaving no good remedy—why does he not turn back to look at her? Drinking poison is far too bitter, too bitter… “Is it done?” Still at that corner, by that palace pillar, Erhe Zangxin seemed to have arrived as expected, waiting for a long time. He was the master of the immature Heart Burning Fruit; ingesting the immature fruit, he could clearly sense it. Baili An stopped in his tracks, his gaze cold: “Ning Feiyan encountered trouble.” “I’m deeply sorry and regretful about that matter.” Zangxin spoke with a tone of pity, shaking his head repeatedly. “I have done my utmost to order people to protect Ning River Lord, even defying the Young Lord’s orders, removing the assassin he sent out, and ultimately, even my strongest Dark Gun Demon died in Beiyuan Forest, Master Si Chen, I sincerely did my best.” Baili An coldly laughed: “River Lord Zangxin truly has a grand sincerity, turns out I was too clever for my own good. In the Demon World Royal Palace, everywhere are the Demon Lord’s vigilantes. That day, when you blatantly waited for me here, you never intended to hide it from her, did you?” Zangxin slowly squinted his eyes, smiled lightly: “The process is not important, the result is the most important. Ultimately, our purpose is fulfilled.” Saying that, he thoroughly examined Baili An from top to bottom, and said: “Or, did Master Si Chen see Her Majesty consciously drink poison, flying into the flame knowing it was there, did it soften your heart? Haha, after all, Her Majesty is a woman, a woman born very infatuated and beautiful. Master Si Chen softening his heart is only human.” Murderous intent surrounded Baili An entirely, his demeanor growing colder: “You knew she would willingly take the poison long ago?” “This all thanks to Ning River Lord’s fulfillment. If she hadn’t arrogantly gone to Beiyuan, how could I have succeeded so smoothly? After all, I knew she faced the Beiyuan Demon Emperor. On this journey, how could she have survived, rather take this opportunity to set down conditions for protection with you, even if losing a loyal talent like Gu Changjing in the Dark Department is of no consequence. After all, my people must not die in vain. Her Majesty knew this, so despite knowing this was my plan, she had no choice but to personally enter the game.” Zangxin’s eyes narrowed, his smile like a wolf full of ambitious intent under the night: “If tonight Her Majesty still cannot ingest that immature Heart Burning Fruit, she knows that even an inadequate person like me must try everything to avenge my poor subordinates against you, Master… Thus, she can only taste the fruit herself doomed.” As the words fell, a sharp green sword light suddenly flashed before Zangxin’s eyes, as swift as a flying swan beneath the harsh forest, sending shivers down the spine. Even Zangxin who was prepared was taken by surprise. Thinking internally how terrifyingly fast this person’s cultivation speed is, even though he has crossed the Tribulation Realm, in Realm Cultivation he couldn’t compare. Yet the momentum of the sword forced him to seriously confront it. Orıginal content can be found at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥 Zangxin’s wide sleeves surged with fierce winds, dancing and billowing, the swollen sleeve mouth opened like a dragon’s mouth, capturing Baili An’s hand holding the descending Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword. Within the receiving and capturing, like smoothing thin snow, easily dispersing the sword’s murderous aura. But before Zangxin could relax, a ripping sound was heard, the black robe sleeve was torn open with a sharp slit.