Chapter 541: Chapter 278: The Woman at the Top of the Food Chain

Si Chen had yet to clearly see what had flown out, but she felt within her soul that it was something extremely important to her; hence, she reflexively reached out to grab it.

Baili An was stunned by the impact. Clenching onto that piece of tail and refusing to let go, he was like a little wolf cub guarding its food.

His gaze locked onto the object that had landed on the bed. His head tilted in puzzlement, his eyes filled with a canine’s confusion and bewilderment.

He knew that object all too well. Even now, in his drunken haze, he recognized the little wooden rabbit carving he had made with his own hands. How could he not?

He pulled that face, released Si Chen’s tail, and got hold of the little wooden rabbit before she could.

Then, bracing himself up, he lay on her slightly sweaty and cool back. Waving the wooden rabbit in front of Si Chen, he made a rumbling noise from his throat—an unintelligible sound of danger.

Si Chen’s violent struggling turned still. She stared blankly at the object in his hand before her eyes guiltily flitted away.

Her aura significantly diminished.

Baili An, persistent, switched sides and placed the wooden rabbit in front of her. His tone was displeased, “This rabbit is mine.”

Si Chen tried to argue in a tiny voice, “Once you gave it away, it’s no longer yours.”

Even with the stolen goods right in front of her, she still refused to admit her crime.

Baili An remembered the teary-faced little girl who had cried all night after her carving was stolen, and his chest began to heave slightly with anger.

Annoyed, he slapped her behind with a smack, “Jing, you’ve learned bad habits, stealing things from little girls, that’s wrong!”

Her small tail shivered from the pain, and Si Chen, furious and humiliated, turned her head to glare at him. Her eyes were filled with tears, looking aggrieved, “I didn’t steal, I exchanged something for it.”

Baili An thought for a moment and seemed to recall such an event. He mumbled an apology, his hand reaching down to rub the sore spot.

But upon further reflection, it seemed like a despicable forced trade—the little girl never wanted those trinkets.

Of course, her trinkets were no match for his little rabbit.

His short temper flared up again, and he backhandedly slapped her twice more, “The little girl didn’t want to trade; you bullied her until she cried.”

Whether the little girl cried or not, Si Chen didn’t know, but right now, she was the one in tears of anger. Stubborn and domineering, she slurred with a hint of drunken irrationality, “Then I indeed robbed! Stole! Took advantage of the young! If you dare, bully back!”

As soon as the words escaped her, she regretted it.

The breath on her back grew slightly chaotic as it began to lose control, and the boy’s feverish voice rubbed against her ear, “You bad woman, I’m going to teach you a good lesson.”

His intense heat sapped her of all resistance.

Afraid that she might flee, Baili An tightened his hold around her slender waist from behind, seemingly looking for a comfortable and convenient position.

Si Chen let out a light snort, her voice tinged with a hint of sobs.

Her beauty was tantalizing, like frost on flowers, the essence of jade amidst the soft glow of red, her allure was enough to intoxicate.

Her slender white fingers clutched the covers, murmurs spilling from Si Chen’s lips, and her breathing became more and more intense. With no retreat, no escape, her body seemed entirely at his mercy.

Beads of sweat rolled down her elegant and perfect spine, the gauze fluttering in the wind.

A breeze carrying the night rain crept into the room, bringing the subtle fragrance of Demon Butterflies that struck like charms of the night.

A faint light flickered, dancing in her eyes, turning into a hazy, ambiguous menace.

Ning Feiyan stood in front of the window, casually picking up a pair of small silver scissors, and snipped the wick of a green lamp.

The bright light of the resplendent chamber dimmed a few shades.

The overlapping figures within the translucent curtains also became more obscured.

Hanging from the delicate lobes of the woman’s ears were two fiery red Treasure Bead earrings, like mysterious foreign flames, not even the long night could steal their bright intensity.

Her appearance, reflected in these exceedingly beautiful and dazzling beads, did not dim, but instead, seemed more ethereal and otherworldly.

With her eyes naturally smiling, she gazed intently upon the bed and sighed faintly, her voice tinged with shallow laughter: “This is truly a helpless predicament. I invited Marquis Changming to ply you with Sanqing Wine, but what I wanted to see was not such a sensual scene.”

Her smile seemed helpless yet also exuded a friendly toleration. She parted the curtains and entered directly, unabashed, interrupting the night’s event of the wolf devouring the little white rabbit.

Baili An instinctively sensed a trace of sinister danger. His fingers turned into claws, with a faint luminescent glow aiming at the threat behind him.

Ning Feiyan’s fingertips danced like butterflies, and she effortlessly met his palm strike, her fingertips radiating with the purple Demon Butterfly, a force derived from Si He’s primal power. Si He was born naturally suppressing the other six rivers, its power unimaginable.

The Demon Butterfly exploded into a cloud of purple mist, delicately enveloping Baili An but containing an extremely terrifying force that sent him crashing heavily into the wall.

As he flew back, a faint, thin light from the Immortal Tears twinkled unnoticed in midair.

Ning Feiyan’s lips curved into a smile, her eyes reflecting contrition as she looked at Baili An, “I truly am sorry, young master. Under normal circumstances, Fei Yan wouldn’t be so inconsiderate as to disturb such beautiful moments, but given your special identity as my Demon World’s River Lord, we naturally cannot sit by and watch the River Lord be taken by others.”

Though her face was smiling, her dark aqua eyes showed true ruthlessness, “Every River Lord of Mohe must endure betrayal, loss, and abandonment—the sorrow of utmost despair. Only by undergoing Nirvana and transcending the demons can they truly become the Lord.”

Ning Feiyan shook her head, still smiling as she gazed at the beauty nestled within the soft blankets, “The Sanqing Wine of Kunlun is indeed exceptional. To witness Miss Jing untouched by the enticements of ore, wordly beauty, and wealth is a fortune of three lifetimes. However, it’s a pity that for the greater cause of my people, I must ask you to depart this world peacefully.”

She drew the thin cover over Si Chen’s pale shoulders and chuckled, “Rest assured, Miss Jing, you may die in peace. I will dress you properly, ensuring that none of those filthy men see an inch of your body.”

Ning Feiyan, while speaking, delicately traced her smooth, white skin, her touch finally resting on the vampire bite marks on Si Chen’s neck from where Baili An fed.

Even in murder, her eyes brimmed with an unceasing smile, revealing no trace of cold-hearted cruelty, as if she was merely pinning flowers or playing the zither, indulging in the world’s pleasures.

With a sudden flare of sharp crimson intent extending from her perfectly trimmed nails, the surrounding Demon Butterflies frantically scattered, trembling at the sight of something profoundly horrifying.

Si Chen lay between the bed curtains, seemingly bereft of awareness due to the Sanqing Wine, oblivious to the lurking danger.

Ning Feiyan’s intentions were clear—to inject the poison through her fingertips into the bite, so that within a short moment, Si Chen would inevitably perish.

At dawn, Ning Feiyan, in the guise of a female official or maid, would rapidly spread the news of Si Chen’s death at the hands of a corpse demon. Currently, the Master of Taixuan was present in the city.

As Si Chen was personally chosen by Her Majesty, naturally the theories of a dark conspiracy would form, with no resolution in sight.

However, Si Chen, of the Taixuan Sect, seemed particularly easy to kill tonight.

Indeed, the path of desire is one that erodes the mind and destroys the foundation.

Regarding the path of longing, Ning Feiyan had always stood at the apex of the food chain.

When she killed, it was either do or die—her actions were fatal!