135: The three women's reactions made Qin Feng a hot commodity.

Nine Nether Demon Domain, Ten Thousand Demon City.

The Saintess's palace was constructed entirely of grim white bones, eerie yet grand.

Liu Ruyan reclined on a throne made from the fused skulls of countless experts, pale and terrifying.

She rested her chin on one hand, her seductive eyes filled with boredom.

With the demon codex about to open, the so-called Demonic Path Prodigies in the city were all making a fuss, either fighting over jealousy or engaged in life-and-death struggles.

In her eyes, it was laughably childish.

[What a bunch of boring fools. All of them combined aren't as fun as one of the Little Man's fingers.]

She extended her crimson tongue, slowly licking her red lips as Su Chen's handsome face—always wearing a lazy smile while being rotten to the core—surfaced in her mind once more.

Just then, a faint golden light rippled in the Void Realm before her.

A duplicate of the diary, identical to the one in Su Chen's hands, appeared out of thin air.

"Oh?"

A ripple finally stirred in Liu Ruyan's stagnant gaze, quickly turning into a burning excitement.

[More fun already?]

She couldn't wait to open the diary and began reading with great interest.

When she saw that Qin Feng—who had been beaten and thrown out of the auction—was not only alive but had also obtained a Demonized Qilin Arm and was planning to come to Nine Nether to seize the demonic sword, the corners of her mouth curled into a dangerous arc.

"Giggle... This hypocrite's life is certainly resilient."

And when she saw that Qin Feng's next plan was to seduce a woman named "Blood Rakshasa" to use as a stepping stone for his rise... she finally couldn't help but burst into a delighted, charming laugh.

The laughter echoed through the hollow bone hall, carrying a hint of cruelty and excitement that made the one-eyed old man standing nearby feel his scalp tingle.

[Interesting, truly interesting.]

[I was just wondering how to make this demon codex opening exciting enough, and the Little Man delivers the script right to me.]

In Liu Ruyan's eyes, there flickered the cruel and playful light of a hunter locking onto its prey.

Kill Qin Feng directly?

No.

That would be too boring.

What she wanted was to watch this self-righteous "Son of Destiny" walk step by step into her carefully laid trap, following the script.

Then, at his moment of greatest triumph, when he was closest to success, she would personally crush all his hopes along with his ridiculous pride into powder!

This, this was the ultimate fun!

"Someone, come."

Liu Ruyan spoke lazily, yet her voice carried an unquestionable command.

"Your Highness Saintess."

The one-eyed old man immediately bowed, his posture humble to the extreme.

"Go, find out if the Asura Demonic Sect has a candidate Saintess named 'Blood Rakshasa'."

"Yes."

"Furthermore," Liu Ruyan's red lips curled into an eerie arc, "send an invitation to the current Saintess of the Asura Demonic Sect, Blood Ji, on my behalf."

"Tell her that I, the Saintess, wish to invite her... to watch a good show."

The one-eyed old man's heart skipped a beat. Daring not to ask more, he immediately took the order and left.

Liu Ruyan reclined back onto the throne, extending her tongue to gently lick her nails painted with crimson lacquer, her seductive eyes full of anticipation... Great Xia Divine Dynasty, Imperial Palace, Zichen Hall.

Ji Hongxue had just finished listening to the battle reports from the front lines.

Han Qingtian's army had already breached all of the Wang Family's outer defenses and surrounded their ancestral land, waiting only for the command to completely erase them from the Northern Region.

Everything was under control.

Just as she was about to handle the next memorial, the familiar diary quietly appeared on her dragon desk.

Ji Hongxue's phoenix eyes lifted slightly as she set down her vermilion brush.

She opened the diary and read calmly.

When she saw Qin Feng's Opportunity and subsequent plans, her eternally stoic imperial face showed no ripple, let alone the excitement of seeking fun like Liu Ruyan.

There was only a bone-deep calmness and calculation.

[Qin Feng... Demonized Qilin Arm... Blood Rakshasa... yellow springs demonic sword...]

Keywords quickly linked in her mind, automatically generating a brand-new chessboard for her to manipulate.

In her eyes, Qin Feng was a chess piece.

A perfect chess piece that could be used to muddy the waters of the Nine Nether Demon Domain and secure greater interests for her Great Xia Divine Dynasty.

She seemed to be issuing commands to the very air around her.

"Send orders to the Shadow Guard lurking in Nine Nether."

"From now on, keep a close watch on a man named Qin Feng and a woman named 'Blood Rakshasa'. I want all information on them, including what they eat every day, who they meet, and what they say."

"When necessary, you may 'help' them."

The corners of Ji Hongxue's mouth curled into an unfathomable arc.

"Let the waters of Nine Nether become even muddier."

In her view, a unified Demon Domain did not serve the interests of Great Xia.

A divided Demon Domain, plagued by constant infighting, was a good Demon Domain.

If she could use the chess piece Qin Feng to set the Asura Demonic Sect against other demonic sects, or even provoke a civil war throughout Nine Nether, she could reap the benefits without expending a single soldier.

[Su Chen, you always inadvertently send me the best weapons.]

Ji Hongxue looked in the direction where the diary had vanished, a monarch's desire for territorial conquest burning deep within her phoenix eyes... Yaochi Holy Land, Saintess Peak.

Ling Qingzhu sat cross-legged beneath an ancient pine, attempting to calm her mind and regulate her breathing to dispel the "social death" trauma she had suffered outside the Su Family's gate that day.

But those enthusiastic cries of "Divine Sons Consort" were like demonic imprints, echoing repeatedly in her Sea of Consciousness, preventing her frozen Dao Heart from finding peace.

Just as she was feeling agitated, the appearance of the diary was like a thunderclap exploding in her mind.

She couldn't wait to open it.

When she saw the words "Qin Feng," "Demonized Qilin Arm," and "yellow springs demonic sword," a bone-chilling cold shot straight from her spine to the top of her head!

Her heart was gripped fiercely!

Qin Feng wasn't dead!

Not only was he alive, but he had also obtained a new Opportunity!

He was going to Nine Nether to seize that Devil Emperor weapon!

Once he succeeded... Ling Qingzhu didn't dare think further!

Su Chen's evaluation of Qin Feng in the diary instantly surfaced in her mind—the cockroach that couldn't be killed, the Son of Destiny!

She could no longer allow this major threat to Su Chen to continue growing!

Previously at the auction, she could intercept Qin Feng's Opportunity because she had money.

But this time, it was in the Nine Nether Demon Domain, on that chaotic and bloody land!

What mattered now was strength and methods!

[No! I must go!]

An incredibly firm thought grew wildly in her heart, instantly overwhelming all other distractions.

[That enchantress Liu Ruyan is definitely eyeing the demonic sword too! And that woman Ji Hongxue is deep and calculating; she might have already laid her plans!]

[I can't wait any longer! I can't just passively watch Su Chen's enemies grow stronger one by one!]

Ling Qingzhu stood up abruptly.

In her cold eyes, a blazing flame ignited like never before—it was the resolve to protect, and the cold light of the hunt!

She would personally extinguish the final hope of this "Son of Destiny," Qin Feng!

Her figure flickered.

She transformed into a resolute streak of light, racing straight toward the deepest part of the Yaochi Holy Land—the Sacred Lord's palace, shrouded in mist, a place even she could not easily enter.