Chapter 523 · Volume 1

Crying?

In a corner of the burial ground, beside a massive white bone, members of the heavenly demon race with multi-colored hair were gathered together.
They had lit several campfires and were likely resting.
Low groans and moans could be heard from time to time.
Evidently, the demons of the Demon Abyss had also suffered heavy losses during the day's battle.
The little book spirit quickly located Chi Ji's figure among the crowd.
She was wearing the armor Xu Xian had given her.
However, she had a black robe draped over it, meticulously concealing her entire face and hair.
She looked a bit travel-worn and disheveled.
Xu Xian approached silently, and the sentries failed to notice him.
Upon reaching Chi Ji's vicinity, he also took out a black robe and threw it over himself.
At that moment, Chi Ji was staring blankly at the flames by the campfire.
She was oblivious to the sounds around her.
Though her face was hidden, one could still sense her dazed state.
A whole day had passed, and Bai Mang had never shown up; to make matters worse, her illusion art had failed.
The day of slaughter had already exhausted her energy.
Yet, she still had to find the strength to deal with the demons around her.
These people followed her because of her status as the demon son, and they would protect her with their lives for the same reason.
But what if her identity was exposed?
She didn't dare imagine the scene.
She herself would likely be fine.
Given her status as the Crimson Demon's daughter, these people wouldn't dare trouble her, but being abandoned by everyone was likely inevitable.
When that happened, without anyone to protect her, how could she survive in this burial ground with her strength?
She didn't want to die.
No one wanted to die, especially in such an ambiguous and worthless manner.
Of course, she also didn't want these demons who followed her to die...
Listening closely, she could hear sighs from time to time.
Many of the heavenly demon descendants were pointing at her and whispering behind her back.
Their words were filled with doubt.
"Why is the demon son acting so strange?"
"How should I know?"
"The demon son barely did anything today. I don't know what's wrong..."
"Maybe he just disdains to act?"
"It's different from the rumors..."
"Could it be that the demon son isn't interested in the emperor's inheritance?"
"Impossible. My grandfather said the demon son is very greedy... he loves money very much."
"He hasn't even shown his face, covering himself so tightly. Who knows if it's really him."
The discussions varied in volume, evolving from silent muttering to blatant gossip, growing increasingly reckless.
This proved that the suspicion in their hearts was intensifying.
When she thought about it, she couldn't blame them.
After all, her performance today was indeed too abnormal in the eyes of other members of the heavenly demon race.
As the demon son of the Demon Abyss, he was hailed as the number one genius in ten thousand years.
In external rumors, the demon son was even compared to the Little Grand-Uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect.
In today's chaotic battle, setting aside Xu Xian—who was said to be a cold-blooded killer who gathered the people of the Wendao Sword Sect while all other beings avoided him—even those with famous demon immortal bloodlines, descendants of the beast god, spirits, geniuses of the Three Sects, and descendants of hidden sects had all made a name for themselves, slaughtering in all directions.
There was also that auspicious beast from the Wendao Sword Sect.
She had seen it with her own eyes.
But what about her?
Bearing the title of the demon son, the number on the back of her hand was still only in the single digits...
She stared at the glaring number eight on the back of her right hand and smiled bitterly.
"Heh..."
"I really am incompetent, aren't I?" she muttered to herself.
She couldn't blame others for talking about her; she was simply too mediocre.
It was also Bai Mang's fault.
Why did he think she could replace him?
Suddenly, a flask of wine was extended before her eyes. Chi Ji froze and instinctively looked over.
She saw a person in black sitting beside her at some unknown point.
His entire body was hidden under a black robe. He looked toward the fire, but his hand was extended toward her.
Chi Ji's brows furrowed.
The person's hand shook slightly as he said flatly, "Want a sip?"
Chi Ji's thoughts snapped back, but her mind instantly became a tangled mess. "You?"
The newcomer turned his head, revealing a pair of emerald eyes through his mask. He smiled and said, "Sorry, I'm late."
Chi Ji was stunned.
These eyes were even more beautiful than a woman's—with long, elegant brows and pupils that seemed to hold the morning light. His faint smile felt like a spring breeze brushing over a mountain.
Bai Mang's eyes.
The demon son's gaze.
Her throat tightened, and she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue, her lips trembling beneath her mask.
She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt like crying.
She also didn't know why, but all her previous resentment and blame vanished the moment she saw him.
She had clearly planned to scold him severely when she met him.
But...
Seeing her head lowered and silent, her shoulders trembling slightly, Xu Xian tilted his head and teased, "What's this? Are you crying?"
Chi Ji looked up, her reddened eyes glaring at him fiercely. She snatched the wine flask from his hand and said stubbornly, "I am not."
As she spoke, she carefully lifted a corner of her mask and took a large gulp of the strong liquor.
Unfortunately, she drank too fast and was feeling emotional, so she started coughing uncontrollably, drawing many gazes from the surroundings.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Xu Xian said casually, "Slow down. No one's going to steal it from you."
Once Chi Ji recovered, she asked, "Where on earth did you go?"
Xu Xian scanned the surroundings. "This isn't the place to talk. Let's find somewhere private."
Chi Ji hummed in agreement. "Alright!"
The two of them stood up one after the other and walked toward a dark corner of the camp.
However, as the demon son, her movements were naturally watched, though no one paid too much attention.
Perhaps she was just going to relieve herself?
Even if their cultivation was sealed, they could go long periods without eating, so they didn't really need to use the bathroom.
But... there was no rule saying they couldn't.
A few close guards followed her closely, but Chi Ji dismissed them.
The two met in the shadows. After the little book spirit confirmed no one was around, Xu Xian slowly removed his veiled hat.
He revealed his ten-colored long hair and a face beautiful enough to cause chaos among all living beings.
Xu Xian couldn't use the Truth in Falsehood simulation anymore, but the little book spirit still could.
So, it wasn't a big problem.
Looking at this face, Chi Ji's resentment vanished instantly.
Why be angry? Why scold him? He's so good-looking...
She also slowly removed her mask and took off her heavy black coat.
Fiery red long hair.
Curvaceous figure.
And that slightly weary face with eyes that sparkled.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Everything was understood without words.
A moment later, they walked out one after another and returned to the camp.
When Xu Xian stood before the crowd in the guise of Bai Mang, all previous doubts and suspicions were dispelled.
The ten-colored rainbow hair and that face—they wouldn't mistake it. It was the demon son, Bai Mang.
They had seen him two years ago.
In the sky above the Nether Capital, he had looked exactly like this, except for his size.
For some reason, when he revealed his true form, an invisible pressure washed over them. When he looked their way, no one dared to meet his gaze.
They had a vague illusion that the person from before and the person now were not the same.
The feeling was strong, yet they couldn't put it into words.
The heavenly demons stood up instinctively and lowered their heads in unison, showing a terrifying level of respect.
"Greetings, Young Lord!"
"Greetings, Young Lord!!"

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