Chapter 574: Chapter 540: Myself and I_2

Unfortunately, he came for Ning Feiyan and, not having received the soothing he had anticipated, Mi Lu was like a raging lion, unable to vent his anger and thus could only take it out on Hong Zhuang.

“You lowly wretch! Just looking at your face completely turns my stomach! I heard that an Enchanting Demon was initially destined to be the Young Princess Consort of our tribe, which is laughably absurd! Have you even looked in the mirror at that sorry state of yours? What makes you think you’re worthy of my bed?”

Mi Lu was thoroughly disgusted by the face before him. He thought about how she was originally going to be the candidate for his consort, and if it hadn’t been for this thing delaying things, Ning Feiyan would have been his long ago.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He swung his steel whip, raising a Gale, its angle maliciously aimed at Hong Zhuang’s lower back in a fierce lash.

Inside the hall, a sharp cat-like cry suddenly rang out.

The Female Demon Lord narrowed her eyes, and the sinuous steel whip suddenly twisted and contorted, producing a grating metallic sound, and exploded into numerous sharp fragments that scattered chaotically.

She had no intention of rescuing Hong Zhuang, so many of the flying fragments embedded themselves into Hong Zhuang and Mi Lu’s bodies.

Mi Lu hadn’t expected such an unexpected turn. He screamed in pain as numerous cuts appeared on his body, gripping the broken half of the whip and turning around fiercely, only to see a figure that shouldn’t have been there.

Hong Zhuang’s eyes widened, utterly shocked and without delay, she knelt down bloodied and trembling, “Greet… greetings, Your Majesty.”

The Female Demon Lord slightly lifted her narrow eyes and hummed faintly, showing no remorse for accidentally injuring anyone.

Mi Lu froze, the alcohol in his system mostly dissipating, fear clearly etched on his face, though he tried not to make it too obvious. He forced his voice to steady, “How come you are here?”

Facing his own elder brother, the Female Demon Lord’s eyes showed little emotion, “Breaking into the River Lord’s chamber; brother, you really have lost all sense of propriety.”

Mi Lu wiped the blood from his cheek and sneered angrily, “You speak of me lacking propriety when you disrespect your elders? How dare you accuse me?”

“Brother seems confused,” the Female Demon Lord said calmly, stepping forward casually, only to see Mi Lu’s knees suddenly bend, forcing him to kneel on one knee, overwhelmed by her powerful aura.

She had taken only two steps yet managed to make Mi Lu kneel subserviently before her.

The Female Demon Lord looked down at him from on high, her smile partly mocking, partly deriding, “In all of the Demon World, who is held in higher esteem than Us?”

Mi Lu’s eyes bulged, his sockets reddened, shocked at her audacity to treat him so. Now that the father had been confined, she dared to act so impudently!

Previously in the Demon World, although she wasn’t overtly cordial towards him, she should have well understood his role and status.

Their father had placed her on the throne of the Demon Lord, all because in the midst of the End of Dharma, a Demon Lord’s sacrifice was necessary to ensure a semblance of peace for the generations of the Demon Clan.

She was merely a sacrifice, and yet she dared force him to kneel!

Ignoring Mi Lu’s furious, bloodshot eyes, the Female Demon Lord merely smiled coldly, though her gaze was icy, “Brother, this cat, do you know who injured it? We are quite curious and hope you could dispel Our doubts.”

Mi Lu was astounded, beholding the cold murderous demeanor of the Female Demon Lord, who even came to the Chao Mu Hall, initiating such commotion, just for a cat?

The Female Demon Lord smiled again, seemingly uninterested in Mi Lu’s response, saying, “The new wounds on the cat bear the mark of your Qi, could it be that this wound was your handiwork?”

Mi Lu frowned, not even having time to speak, as the Female Demon Lord always acted swiftly. She lightly lifted her hand, and with the quivering candlelight, a terrifying wind arose from her fingertips, harshly splitting open a deep and painful wound on Mi Lu’s lower back.

His posture bowed, with no capability to dodge or resist. Additionally, with his spine hit, the strike nearly cleaved him in two.

Among his agonized screams, his body collapsed bonelessly to the ground, his screams excruciatingly difficult before finally spewing a large mouthful of fresh blood to the floor.

His disheveled appearance bore no trace of the dignity of a Demon Clan Young Lord, nor of the brash arrogance he exhibited upon entering the hall.

Baili An was also shaken by his pitiful state; the Female Demon Lord treating her own brother with such utter ruthlessness, sparing no feelings.

Mi Lu gasped for air unevenly, his eyes fixated on the Female Demon Lord’s face, unable to utter a word.

Clearly, the injury inflicted by her was not merely superficial.

The Female Demon Lord walked past him, approaching Hong Zhuang, and looked down, “We ask you, where did this cat come from?”

Hong Zhuang bowed her head, her voice shaking, “It’s a small cat nurtured by the River Lord thirty years ago, lost to the Demon World for many years due to wanderlust, but was recently found in the Mortal World.”

She was internally anxious, wondering if the Empress had somehow seen through the Secret Technique that disguised the little cat’s true nature.

If so, then Fei Yan’s situation was extremely perilous.

The Female Demon Lord’s lips curved into a cold arc, “Ning Feiyan, nurturing a cat thirty years ago?”

It was as if she was watching a farce, clearly not believing her tale.

If history hadn’t shifted, allowing her to mature earlier and ascend to power, then the cat should have been found two hundred years ago in the Demon World by the Luoyan Tribe, having been rescued by her then.

The cat, being masterless, wouldn’t have recognized an owner thirty years ago.

Hong Zhuang was enduring the terrifying imperial will, sweat rolling down her face uncontrollably.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly tensed.

Just then, a set of light footfalls approached from outside.

Ning Feiyan arrived belatedly, her gaze full of surprise as she observed everything that had transpired inside the hall. When she saw the Female Demon Lord, her expression flickered, quickly returning to calm as she first bowed, “Your servant greets the Demon Lord.”

Having just parted in the Netherworld Palace not long ago, they were now encountering each other again, in her own sleeping chamber.

And tightly holding a cat, no less…

Ning Feiyan couldn’t help feeling somewhat conflicted.

“Unnecessary,” the Female Demon Lord stated indifferently, uninterested in exchanging further pleasantries, “We are here simply to tell you something.”

With a delicate touch, she removed the Jade Token suspended around Baili An’s neck, letting it fall and shatter into pieces on the ground.

“This cat, We claim it,” she declared.

“Do you object?”

Ning Feiyan watched the small cat in her arms slowly widen its eyes, feeling a tumult of emotions within.

The cat was nothing more than a shadow, hiding Baili An’s identity through an Enchanting Demon’s Secret Technique, transforming him into this completely revised state to elude the eyes of the entire Demon World.

During the Monarch’s Return Banquet, she planned to undo the Secret Technique and present a splendid gift for the Demon Lord.

Yet, to her utter surprise, the Demon Lord, before even having a proper look, outright demanded the cat with a tone so cold and authoritative that it brooked no negotiation.

Ning Feiyan’s head began to throb subtly.

If she recalled correctly, tonight in the Netherworld Palace, she had mentioned preparing a cat as a gift for the Demon Lord.

It was the Demon Lord herself who had said she didn’t care for cats, advising her not to bother wasting her efforts.

Yet here she was, taking on the appearance of snatching the cat right in her bedroom, what was this all about?

And that wasn’t the most absurd part yet.

A moment ago, forcefully demanding without a hint of reasoning, the Demon Lord gently scratched the soft fuzz behind the little cat’s head, her tone oddly conciliatory, “Little White, you are willing to come with Us, aren’t you?”

So, Your Majesty, you drop the royal “We” when addressing a little cat, do you?