141: The son-in-law has arrived! The entire city of Wanmo rises to their feet! Divine Child: This welcome ceremony is too enthusiastic!

Nine Nether Demon Domain.

The spatial barrier was sliced open by an invisible blade, and an ancient-looking, pitch-black Void Ferry silently glided into the airspace of Ten Thousand Demon City.

Inside the city, countless bloody transactions and conspiratorial whispers instantly came to a halt.

Streaks of greedy, bloodthirsty, and violent gazes all simultaneously turned toward this uninvited guest in the sky.

"Where did this fat sheep come from? Driving such a large Void Divine Wood Ferry directly over Ten Thousand Demon City—is he tired of living and here to deliver his head?"

"Hehe, dismantle this ship, and the skeleton can be refined into a set of top-tier demonic treasures. Selling the hull to the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild would be enough for us to live comfortably for hundreds of years!"

In an instant, dozens of demonic lights carrying thick killing intent soared into the sky, pouncing toward the ferry like a pack of sharks smelling blood.

However, just as they were about to draw near.

On the side of the ferry, a 'Su' Family emblem forged from Ancient Divine Gold reflected a pale golden glow that brooked no desecration under the gloomy light of the Demon Domain.

At the same time, from the direction of the Nine Nether Demonic Cult's Holy Land, a black-gold banner embroidered with a Nine-Headed Demonic Dragon suddenly rose, saluting the ferry from afar.

Those dozens of demonic lights seemed to have a binding spell cast on them, coming to a screeching halt so abruptly that the resulting astral winds were laced with terror.

The few Devil Heads leading the charge nearly plummeted headfirst.

"It's... it's the emblem of the Everlasting Su Family!"

"The Nine Nether Demonic Cult has raised the welcoming flag! This is the highest specification of courtesy!"

"Holy crap! It really is the Young Master-in-law coming to visit!"

All the demonic lights instantly turned around, fleeing more than three times faster than they had arrived, scurrying back into various dark corners of the city.

Was this a joke? Moving against their future Young Master-in-law on the Nine Nether Demonic Cult's turf?

Did they think their skulls were too hard and wanted the Demonic Cult's Leader to personally twist them off to use as wine cups?

Inside the ferry, Su Chen sprawled in a rocking chair, comfortably sipping on a glass of Immortal Happy Water that Spring Flower had just chilled.

[Tsk, this welcome ceremony is quite enthusiastic.]

[I just don't know if my cheap father-in-law has prepared a welcoming feast for me. I'm really looking forward to the legendary deep-fried eight-armed demon spider legs.]

...Su Chen and the other two changed into black robes to blend in with the locals and used a secret technique to conceal their auras, merging into the bizarre river of Ten Thousand Demon City like three drops of ink.

The streets were paved with the pale white spines of unknown giant beasts, making a slight 'crack' sound when stepped upon.

The buildings on both sides were artworks piled from the skeletons of countless living beings. Dried heads hung on the walls, their eye sockets flickering with eerie soul fire—the most unique neon lights in this place.

"Son of God, it smells so bad here."

Spring Flower's delicate eyebrows were tightly knit, her small hand pinching her nose, her voice sounding muffled.

The air was mixed with the scents of blood, decay, and sulfur. For a fairy like her, drifting with Immortal Qi, it was practically a biochemical attack.

"Thinking too small, aren't we?"

Su Chen, on the other hand, was like a country bumpkin entering the city for the first time, looking left and right with great interest.

"This is called the scent of life, full of raw, primitive atmosphere."

Spring Flower rolled her eyes wordlessly.

You call this an atmosphere?

Even the smoke from the Underworld smells better than this!

Su Chen ignored her, watching with relish. The commercial landscape here was indeed much more creative than that of the Righteous Path Sects.

An eight-armed demonic cultivator was skillfully using his six extra hands to flip and grill skewers of black balls, shouting as he grilled: "Freshly made 'Wraith Candied Hawthorns'! Selected ten-thousand-year-old ghosts, full of resentment. Eat one and I guarantee you'll have nightmares every night with an endless aftertaste!"

A skeleton nearby was even more impressive, carrying a large banner with flamboyant calligraphy: "Ancestral Screen Protector! Specialized for Soul Fire! Scratch-proof, theft-proof, and neighbor-proof! A five-hundred-year-old brand, satisfaction guaranteed!"

[Good heavens, this service awareness and business scope is a whole version ahead of the Righteous Path Sects!]

[I must suggest to the Seventh Elder to start some value-added services in the Su Family too, like 'Son of God Consecrated Talismans' or 'Son of God's Same-Model Rocking Chair Sourcing.' Profits would at least decuple; the Family KPIs would no longer be a dream!]

As Su Chen was calculating his grand commercial blueprint, a burning gaze stuck to him.

That gaze was filled with undisguised desire, as if it wanted to strip him of his clothes and swallow him whole.

He lazily turned his head.

Whoa.

Not far away, a woman wearing pink thin silk with an outrageously minimal amount of fabric was frantically winking at him.

Her eyeshadow was multicolored, looking like a parrot that had been punched until it was swollen.

Her red lips were like a bloody basin; it felt like she could swallow a pig's head in one bite.

The Hehuan Sect's candidate Saintess, Mei Xinnu.

She walked over with what she thought was a seductive gait, swaying with every step, and then precisely 'sprained' her ankle, falling straight toward Su Chen's embrace.

As she fell, she cried out in what she thought was a charming voice: "Oh my~ Young Master, This humble servant feels so dizzy..."

[Here it comes! The classic 'staged accident' plot!]

[These lines, this acting—exaggerated with a hint of amateurishness, and amateurish while revealing a certain perfunctoriness!]

[And this scent—did she dump a dozen types of low-quality perfumes on herself? It almost sent me to the afterlife!]

Before Su Chen could move, Spring Flower and Autumn Moon had already stepped in front of him from the left and right, expressionless.

They said nothing.

They just quietly looked at Mei Xinnu.

That gaze was so cold it lacked any sign of life, as if they were inspecting a piece of trash and considering which method to use to make it disappear from the world completely.

Two faint yet bone-chilling auras of powerful experts crashed down like two invisible mountains!

Mei Xinnu, who was about to perform the 'weak and unable to care for herself' act, instantly froze in mid-air, her seductive smile hardening into extreme terror.

She felt like she wasn't about to fall into a handsome man's arms, but rather headfirst into two active volcanoes that could erupt at any moment!

"Sor... Sorry! I have the wrong person! My apologies!"

Mei Xinnu scrambled to her feet and dove into the crowd without looking back, vanishing without a trace.

Although Su Chen was curious why the woman suddenly left, he didn't think much of it... The 'Blood Rose' Tavern.

After Su Chen displayed his wealth, he was invited to the best window seat on the second floor amidst the shopkeeper's bowing and scraping.

A plate of sizzling meat, said to be the hind leg of a Cerberus, was respectfully served.

He tore off a strip, and while tasting this dark cuisine, he looked down with interest; the show was starting.

The protagonist, Qin Feng, finally made his appearance.

He was dressed in green, and although he was disguised as a demonic cultivator, that fake 'righteousness' he projected couldn't be hidden.

He made a perfectly timed move to 'save' a pretty female demonic cultivator from several bullies.

Afterward, instead of asking for any reward, he sighed deeply and expressed with great pain: "The Demonic Path is declining because our generation cannot look out for one another, but instead resorts to mutual slaughter! How tragic! How lamentable!"

His words were righteous and awe-inspiring.

The rescued female demonic cultivator's eyes instantly filled with little stars.

And this scene was also caught by a cold-looking woman in red not far away.

Asura Demonic Sect's candidate Saintess, Blood Rakshasa.

Qin Feng seemed to 'accidentally' catch a glimpse of her, his eyes lighting up as he stepped forward to greet her, conversing in a manner that was neither humble nor arrogant.

[Tsk tsk tsk, look at that, look at that! A textbook-level pick-up technique!]

Su Chen mentally gave a standing ovation.

[First, play the hero saving the beauty to establish a persona, then give a righteous speech to paint a grand picture, and finally, precisely lock onto the target client. This routine might be old-fashioned, but for a woman like Blood Rakshasa, who is ambitious and in dire need of a strong helper, it's a precision strike!]

[One is anxious to find a thigh to cling to, the other is anxious to find a stepping stone—these two are truly a match made in heaven!]

Below, Qin Feng and Blood Rakshasa were already chatting happily.

The powerful strength of the Saint Realm eighth-tier Peak that Qin Feng displayed, along with his grand ambition to 'restore the glory of the Demonic Path,' made the admiration in Blood Rakshasa's eyes grow stronger.

Soon, the two reached a tacit 'alliance' and walked into the tavern side by side.

Qin Feng had a gentle smile on his face, but he was sneering in his heart: [Stupid woman, once I use you to enter the Secret Realm, your value will be at an end.]

Blood Rakshasa was also smiling sweetly, thinking to herself: [His strength is decent and his brain is simple; he's perfect to use as a tool to deal with that bitch Blood Ji.]

Both had their own ulterior motives, yet the atmosphere was as harmonious as a couple in love.

Su Chen watched with great interest and took another large gulp of Immortal Happy Water.

[How interesting.]