164: Holding hands in the street! The god was dumbfounded: Is this a new scam?

Over the next few days, Ten Thousand Demon City became a massive stage.

And Su Chen was the only audience member.

Hua Nongying, meanwhile, was the unlucky lead who couldn't keep the act going no matter how many costumes she changed into.

She transformed into a cold and aloof treasure appraisal master, trying to use a piece of dust-covered divine iron to lure Su Chen into a bidding war.

Su Chen, however, was at the barbecue stall next door, lost in deep thought over whether to add an extra spoonful of Soul-Fire chili sauce.

She disguised herself as a valiant female beast tamer, getting chased around the arena by her own demonic pet until she was pale with fright, longing for a hero to save the beauty.

Su Chen, meanwhile, sat in the stands cracking melon seeds, loudly critiquing the Demonic Beast's biting technique for being unprofessional and lacking dedication.

She even played a learned female scholar, standing at a bookstore entrance discussing the ultimate truths of the Demonic Path.

Su Chen listened to a couple of sentences and walked away with a yawn.

[What is this junk? All that 'hitherto' and 'henceforth' is making my brain hurt. I'd be better off going back to see if Hua Yingxue and the others have finished scrubbing the floors.]

Seven days.

Seven identities, seven scripts with perfect logical loops.

The result: a total collapse across the board.

That man's life creed seemed to consist of only four words: 'None of my business.'

Inside the Hehuan Sect stronghold, Hua Nongying sat slumped on the floor, her eyes dark-circled and her hair disheveled.

Before her lay over a hundred beast-skin planning sheets covered in red crosses.

The wisdom she took such pride in was like a joke before that man.

She had lost.

She had lost utterly... At this moment, our Divine Son Su was walking aimlessly down the streets of Ten Thousand Demon City, knowing nothing of the Hehuan Sect Master who had begun to question her own existence.

[Boring, so boring.]

He let out a deep sigh.

[What's wrong with the entertainment industry in Ten Thousand Demon City? Every day there are people acting out extortion scams, each one's acting worse than the last, and the tropes are getting older and older.]

[There isn't even any decent fun to be had. The consumer experience is terrible; I definitely have to leave a bad review later.]

Su Chen felt like his 'spectator' journey had entered a state of post-excitement clarity.

He needed some new, more explosive plot points for stimulation.

Just then.

The clamor at the end of the street was suddenly choked off as if by an invisible hand, falling into an eerie silence.

An aura completely out of place in this filthy demonic city, like cold moonlight, broke through layers of demonic mist and flowed toward him.

Su Chen raised his head in curiosity.

He saw a figure dressed in dark blue Ice-Silk Demonic Robes, her face covered by a thin veil, slowly approaching.

She was tall and walked with a composed stride.

Despite walking on a street covered in skeletons and black mud, her skirt didn't catch a single speck of filth.

That icy 'stay away' aura caused the surrounding demonic cultivators to instinctively pull back to both sides, as if the three feet around her were a private pure land of ice and snow.

The sternness between her brows and the faint ice-crystal tear mole at the corner of her eye added an air of inviolable holiness and danger.

It was Ling Qingzhu, disguised as the Demonic Path Loose Cultivator 'Cold Moon Immortal'.

She had arrived.

After several days of searching for Qin Feng without a lead, she decided to wait and watch for changes in the city while awaiting the opening of the Yellow Springs Secret Realm.

Su Chen looked at the approaching ice beauty, his lazy eyes lighting up slightly.

[Oh? This one's pretty good!]

[This temperament, this figure, this sense of pressure... her level is way higher than those gaudy crews from the past few days!]

[This looks like a big-budget production! She's a female classmate with a story.]

Su Chen's soul as a seeker of fun began to burn fiercely once more.

However, Spring Flower and Autumn Moon by his side recognized who it was the moment they saw the newcomer!

It was the Yaochi Saintess!

Why had she come to the Demonic Realm? And she even found the Divine Son?

The two instinctively moved to step forward and intercept this 'dangerous person'.

At that moment, a gentle yet majestic woman's voice crossed the endless Void Realm and echoed directly within their Divine Souls.

"Let her pass."

It was the Madam!

Spring Flower and Autumn Moon's delicate bodies trembled as they immediately understood something.

They exchanged a glance and then silently took a step back together, leaving Su Chen completely exposed to the other party.

Su Chen instantly noticed their strange behavior.

[Hm?]

[What's the situation? Why have my two loyal maids suddenly changed their nature today?]

[Usually, when they see a woman getting close to me, they're like huskies protecting their food, itching to tear the person apart on the spot.]

[Today, this ice beauty walks over, and they actually take the initiative to make way?]

Countless outrageous guesses flashed through Su Chen's mind in an instant.

While he was lost in thought, Ling Qingzhu had already reached him.

Less than three steps separated them.

Ling Qingzhu stopped, her cold phoenix eyes hidden behind the veil staring unblinkingly at Su Chen.

[Su Chen! Why is he here?]

That gaze, that posture of lazy scrutiny—she would recognize him even if he were turned to ash!

Ling Qingzhu's heart hammered like a drum at this moment.

Those embarrassing words from the diary, those overbearing declarations, and those teasing evaluations of her rushed into her mind like a bursting dam.

Beneath her veil, her cheeks, which had been frozen for ten thousand years, were quietly tinged with a moving blush.

[He... he knows it's me.]

[The maids by his side must have received his instructions to let me through.]

[He chose to meet me in this way, in such a chaotic and filthy place... he must have something important to say to me alone.]

[Is he testing me? Testing whether I have the courage to take the initiative and walk toward him in such a public place?]

Ling Qingzhu's 'overthinking' ability was in full gear, instantly completing a full set of self-consistent logic.

Su Chen felt completely uncomfortable under her gaze.

[What exactly does this sister want?]

[Why isn't she saying a word and just staring at me like this? This look... why does it feel excited, shy, and a little bit resentful?]

[Holy crap, no way? Could she have fallen in love with me?]

Just as Su Chen was about to open his mouth and ask, "Beautiful lady, do we know each other?"

Ling Qingzhu moved.

She took a step forward.

Under Su Chen's bewildered gaze.

Under the watch of all the surrounding demonic cultivators whose jaws had dropped.

She reached out with her fair, jade-like hand, which seemed untouched by the mortal world.

She grabbed Su Chen's wrist.

Her hand was very cold, like a piece of Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice.

But Su Chen clearly felt it.

Deep within that icy palm, there was a trace of... burning moisture, seeping out from extreme nervousness.