Chapter 179 - Self-Rescue Manual of a Villainess

"Drip... drip... The sound of water dripping onto the ground seemed particularly harsh in the spacious and quiet indoor environment. However, Nan Xi paid no mind to it, nor did she fear the surrounding darkness. After all, she harbored the remnant soul of the powerful demon Aolmos, who could once contend with Emperor Xin. Or to put it more accurately, she was Aolmos now. Although Nan Xi couldn't fully unleash Aolmos' abilities at the moment, she at least possessed his courage. How could Aolmos, who used to navigate Emperor Xin's formations effortlessly, fear the basic darkness? Nan Xi was no longer the weak and vulnerable girl she used to be. "Nan Xi, do you really think he will come to see you?" Mockingly, Aolmos asked his new plaything in the deserted construction site, "He has never willingly entangled himself in uncertainties. He values his life more than anything." Nan Xi was somewhat silent at his words, but she didn't directly respond to Aolmos' question. Instead, she took out the envelope once more. The already untied string suggested that the envelope had been opened before. In fact, it was because of this letter that Nan Xi had come here in the dead of night. The letter had suddenly appeared on her bedside the previous night. Initially, Nan Xi had thought it was a message from her sister. She had rarely seen Nan Yin these days, only being informed of her preparations for a major project. In reality, Nan Xi spent most of her time alone at home. However, upon opening the letter, she realized that it was nothing like what she had expected. The signature at the end of the letter had troubled her to the point of sleeplessness that night. She had read the letter over and over again. Why was Nan Xi so terrified? It was because the person who wrote the letter was none other than her father, Nan Shan, who had long been thought to have perished in a sea of fire! Nan Shan! Nan Xi had complex feelings towards this man, her biological father. Although Nan Shan had never displayed any paternal affection towards Nan Xi in her early years, there had never been a shortage of the basic necessities of life. In fact, Nan Xi had grown up in a very privileged material environment. In such circumstances, although Nan Xi was unlikely to feel any affection for Nan Shan, she harbored no resentment towards him. On the other hand, Nan Shan often treated Nan Yin with emotional neglect, at least in Nan Xi's eyes. Despite being good to Nan Xi, Nan Shan seemed to treat Nan Yin more like an object than a living person. Nan Xi was therefore unlikely to have any fond feelings for Nan Shan, especially since he had perished alongside her mother, Bai Xi, in the sea of fire. Nan Xi could never forget the radiant smile on her mother's face with her beautiful white hair as she found release in the blaze. Nevertheless, when she saw that Nan Shan had requested her to come to this construction site that night, Nan Xi found herself here as if compelled by invisible forces. She was filled with too much curiosity, and these questions needed answers from Nan Shan. "It seems that the person inside you harbors deep resentment against me." As Nan Xi was lost in thought, a man's voice suddenly came from behind her, bringing her back from the past. Nan Xi instinctively assumed a defensive stance, but as she turned around, she knew that the person she was waiting for had arrived. Looking at the handsome man in a crisp white suit standing before her, Nan Xi's memories flooded back and converged into a bittersweet emotion. "Nan Shan..." "What's wrong, don't want to call me Dad now?" Nan Shan grinned at the girl before him, his tone unexpectedly gentle. This tone felt familiar to Nan Xi, yet it made her uneasy. When she was younger, she had felt that this treatment by Nan Shan was pleasing. However, now that she had matured, Nan Xi felt that something was amiss. No matter how good parents are, they cannot maintain constant doting over their children. Over the span of fifteen years, it was impossible for anyone to remain consistently gentle, yet Nan Shan had been just that—consistent in his tenderness towards Nan Xi. Previously oblivious, she now felt that it was incredibly abnormal. It was as if she had not been Nan Shan's daughter but rather a fragile treasure in need of utmost protection. Seeing Nan Xi's silence, Nan Shan paid it no mind. He simply sat down on the ground, appearing as if he were not clad in an expensive white suit at all. Seeming disheveled, Nan Shan casually sat on the messy concrete ground and asked Nan Xi, "How's life with your sister?" "Fine... fine..." Nan Xi whispered, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with Nan Shan's sudden concern for her life upon their meeting. "Well, of course, you are my greatest treasure. To be honest, losing you was my greatest failure. If that wretch hadn't interfered, I would have cultivated you into a perfect human." "Perfect... human?" Nan Xi furrowed her brow. Honestly, it was the first time she had heard that term from Nan Shan's mouth since childhood. Suddenly, Nan Shan became frantic. "Yes, a perfect human! You are my most perfect creation, my only proof to those fools that humans can achieve perfection." Nan Shan's sudden hysteria startled Nan Xi, causing her to instinctively take a step back, which the observant Nan Shan noticed. "What? Why do you seem afraid of me?" Nan Shan ceased his hysteria, reverting to his composed demeanor. He looked at the girl before him with the same gentle tone as before. "Why are you afraid of me? I would never harm my most perfect creation." "Come here, come closer to me. Embrace me. Only I can explain the power of that demon within you. Don't you yearn to gain his strength?" Nevertheless, no matter what Nan Shan said, Nan Xi's gaze grew increasingly unfamiliar. It wasn't until Nan Shan mentioned Aolmos that Nan Xi unexpectedly asked, "What about my mother?" "What?" Nan Shan was taken aback by Nan Xi's sudden inquiry about her mother. "Do you care about that woman?" Nan Shan lightly laughed, pushing up the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Unfortunately, she's dead." "She perished in the sea of fire." "And are you... still nostalgic for her?" The reader group has been reported for some reason, and I'm not sure why. The new group is 559462731.