Chapter 33: Reason?

No one believed Nangong Yong could survive. Everything she had done merely proved her impending death, and there was no way to save her.

Yet Nangong Yong was indeed rescued—by someone utterly unimaginable.

The advance of the space before them halted, and Emilia’s expression shifted slightly, tinged with confusion. Xia Yan stepped in front of Nangong Yong, his gaze calm.

“You can’t kill her,” Xia Yan said.

“You think you can stop me?” Emilia retorted angrily.

Xia Yan ignored Emilia completely. Instead, he turned to look at the woman behind him.

“Xia Yan!” Nangong Yong’s voice was fragile and full of longing. She gazed at the young man before her, as if he were her entire world, willing to comply with any request he made.

She tried to step forward, wanting to embrace him.

As before, Xia Yan reached out and gripped her shoulders, preventing her from moving closer.

The girl’s eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

“I simply don’t see any reason for a woman to die for me,” Xia Yan said slowly. “But if not for this sudden war, I might have killed you myself, Nangong Yong!”

Nangong Yong froze, incredulous.

“You disgust me,” Xia Yan said coldly. “Just seeing you for a second irritates me. If you ever appear on the battlefield again, you are my enemy, and I will not hesitate to kill you.”

Despair flooded Nangong Yong’s eyes.

“You never should have come here as a guardian, imposing your beliefs on others. Your abnormality doesn’t mean everyone else is abnormal,” Xia Yan continued. “Nangong Yong, given the choice between following this demon or staying with you, I would choose the former without a second thought.”

Nangong Yong sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face. The Polar Tea in her hands dissolved into a rainbow light and vanished.

She was still dressed as she always had, her attire and hairstyle closely resembling Su Zhu’s, yet to Xia Yan, she was nothing like Su Zhu—not at all.

He felt no trace of nostalgia for her, only cold indifference and cruelty. Her last shred of hope faded into nothingness.

Xia Yan returned to Emilia’s side and said, “Let’s go.”

Emilia’s expression was peculiar, but she said nothing more. She took Xia Yan’s hand, and the space before them tore open once again. As they stepped into the spatial tunnel, their figures vanished.

They were now in another district of the city, still in Fuxiang City, but within its urban center, surrounded by skyscrapers and ordinary people living leisurely lives.

With a thought, Emilia conjured glowing bandages from thin air, instantly wrapping Xia Yan. It was a healing ability, wielded by this pureblood, and its power was astonishing.

Xia Yan felt his wounds swiftly mending, even his shattered bones beginning to heal.

They entered a café. The female attendant glanced at the duo as they walked in. The young man was odd—there were faint bloodstains on his clothes, yet he seemed unharmed, and the skin on his right hand appeared noticeably paler than his left.

As for the girl, how to describe her? She was beautiful, but strange, utterly indescribable—a feeling beyond words! One could only say she hardly seemed human.

“Give us a private room,” Emilia said.

Upon hearing the girl’s words, the attendant’s mind spun wildly, then blanked. When she regained consciousness, she found herself standing outside the most luxurious private room, bewildered as she looked around.

She muttered to herself, “What just happened?”

Inside the private room, Emilia regarded Xia Yan with interest, as if appraising a rare collectible. The pureblood’s gaze was full of malicious amusement—her reputation was poor, and her temperament unpredictable.

Xia Yan still didn’t understand why she had saved him. Even considering the wager with Ai You, the former director, she had no reason to rescue a human like him.

A long silence stretched between them. The atmosphere was heavy and awkward for Xia Yan, yet the pureblood seemed unbothered, savoring the moment’s tranquility as she quietly sipped her tea.

As for why a café served tea, that hardly seemed odd.

“Emilia, you shouldn’t have saved me.” Perhaps the mood unsettled Xia Yan, prompting him to speak first.

“Xia Yan, is that how you address your savior?” Emilia said regretfully. “Humans are a truly cruel and cold-blooded race.”

Xia Yan frowned. “Are you saying you came here because of me?”

“Why else would I come? Those trash in Fuxiang City aren’t worth my trouble,” Emilia sighed.

Xia Yan felt helpless. So you let me kill the mutated species, have their entire race hate me, and even get wanted?

She seemed to read his thoughts, laughing quietly. “Xia Yan, I only did that to sever ties with you. If a human is associated with me, your identity becomes questionable. Even if you’re not a spy, everyone will see you as one.”

Though she spoke nonsense, Xia Yan could only accept it. After a moment’s hesitation, he said, “Thank you for saving me.”

Saying this felt awkward—thanking a pureblood demon was hardly appropriate. But regardless, she had indeed saved him, and Xia Yan couldn’t deny that.

Emilia lifted her tea and took a dainty sip, ignoring his gratitude. “Xia Yan, you are truly cruel. Facing a woman who loves you so deeply, you strike her with such words.”

The pureblood seemed genuinely puzzled. She asked, “Is this just a deception? Did you purposely fool me, so I wouldn’t kill that woman?”

She looked truly confused, not at all her usual mischievous or malicious self.

“That Nangong Yong is a lunatic, her hatred for other races borders on madness,” Xia Yan explained. “But she did save me. If I did nothing and let her die like that, it would go against my conscience. She can die, but not because of me.”

“I see,” Emilia mused.

“Emilia, even though you saved me, in two months, when I go to the demons for our appointment, I will kill Ai You, the former director,” Xia Yan said seriously. “I won’t let your favor sway me.”

“If you kill Ai You in public, you’ll die horribly. That’s demon territory—everyone will kill you,” Emilia warned.

Xia Yan said nothing, his eyes resolute. Ai You must die; her crimes were unforgivable.

“Xia Yan, your second ability—Devil,” Emilia smiled. “It’s a transformation that completely defies the demon race, a bloodline power surpassing all demons except purebloods.”

“Purebloods’ transformation is stronger than the Devil ability?” Xia Yan asked.

“I have no obligation to explain,” Emilia replied lazily.

“Isn’t it ironic?” Emilia sneered. “A human, the lowest bloodline, developing a power that surpasses all demons.”

Xia Yan had no answer, nor did he know how to respond.

“Don’t forget the agreement between us,” Emilia said, looking at Xia Yan. “There’s still nearly two months, but we won’t wait for you. You must come to the demon clan and await the battle.”

Xia Yan frowned.

“One month. Come within one month,” Emilia teased. “Or you can come with me today—I don’t mind taking you to the demons, though it would lower my status. But I won’t let anyone else see.”