274: The wine doesn't intoxicate, the feeling itself does! Her gaze towards him was filled with both heartache and excitement!

Night fell like a tattered black veil, shrouding the Nine Nether Demon Mountain, half of which had been sliced away.

But atop the ruins, vitality was more vigorous than ever.

Giant pots forged from Abyss Demon Iron were set up, blazing demon fires licking the bottoms as the flesh of various rare and exotic beasts stewed within. The rich aroma mixed with domineering Spiritual Qi, forming visible plumes of smoke that shot into the sky.

Fine wine from the Demon Realm, sealed for a thousand years, was opened; the mellow fragrance dyed the air with a hint of intoxication.

The surviving Disciples of the Demonic Cult gathered around the bonfires, eating big chunks of meat and drinking large bowls of wine, venting the ecstasy of their narrow escape with the roughest songs.

At the head of the feast was a massive table carved from a single piece of Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Jade.

Liu Canghai had changed into a brand-new Sect Leader's brocade robe. His face glowing, he personally led Su Chen to the seat, his posture humble to the point of being sycophantic.

"Lord Divine Son, please take the seat of honor!"

Su Chen's hair stood on end at being called "Lord."

[Big brother, are you serious?]

[This afternoon you were grabbing me, telling me to give you a grandson, and now you're calling me "Lord"? Even Sichuan opera face-changing isn't as fast as you!]

Su Chen's mind was flooded with bullet comments, but his body honestly slumped under Liu Ruyan's support as he sat in the main seat.

There was no choice; he was currently a "seriously injured patient," his whole body "sore and weak," unable to stand steadily, needing someone to support him.

Ye Linghan had zero interest in such mundane banquets.

She merely cast a cold glance at the noisy Demonic Cult Disciples, found a corner to sit in, and took out the black sphere sealing the Heavenly Demon.

She wanted to strike while the iron was hot and search the memories of this little insect.

Seeing this, Su Chen's heart tightened.

[Don't, big sister! My annual KPI! My diary material library! Take it easy!]

[This is a living "Netherworld Encyclopedia." Don't accidentally search him into an idiot, or what the hell will I write later!]

Su Chen really wanted to stop her, but facing Ye Linghan's cold profile, the words died in his throat.

He could only pray in his heart that the Heavenly Demon's soul would be tough enough to last a few rounds.

Once Ye Linghan left, Su Chen became the center of the storm.

"I toast a bowl to Lord Divine Son! If not for the Divine Son, we would have long been faces on that flesh membrane!"

A one-armed Elder approached with a sea bowl larger than Su Chen's head, his face full of fanaticism and gratitude.

Su Chen watched the liquid in the bowl, which kept bubbling with purple bubbles and emitting a pungent smell, his eyes twitching wildly.

[Is this fucking wine? This is concentrated sulfuric acid mixed with toilet cleaner, right?]

[Also, big brother, don't mention the Imperial Weapon! Look, as soon as you mention it, your Sect Leader's face turns so green he's about to drip bile!]

Su Chen steeled himself and took a symbolic sip.

As the liquid entered his throat, it felt like lava rolling down, and a domineering, peerless demonic energy exploded.

It was only him; if any other Saint King had taken this sip, their spiritual power would have exploded on the spot, sending them straight to heaven.

But this was only the beginning.

"Lord Divine Son, I toast you!"

"Lord Divine Son, you are like a second parent to us!"

"Lord Divine Son, I have a daughter. Although she's not a ten-thousandth as good as the Saintess, her figure is definitely well-endowed..."

A group of burly, murderous-looking high-level members of the Nine Nether Demonic Cult took turns surrounding him like they were at a market.

The reasons for toasting were bizarre, and some even started promoting their own daughters on the spot.

Su Chen was toasted until he was lightheaded, his brain turning into complete mush.

[Help... Are these Devil Heads trying to drown me in wine so they can inherit my Heavenly Demon accessory?]

[I can't... the sky is spinning, the ground is shaking... where's that enchantress Liu Ruyan? Get over here and save me!]

Su Chen's consciousness began to fade.

He only remembered that he seemed to have drunk many people under the table, and it also felt like many people were carrying him to drink.

Finally, he felt himself falling into a soft and fragrant cloud.

He forced his heavy eyelids open; in his blurred vision, an exquisitely beautiful face with natural charm and eyes like silk appeared.

It was Liu Ruyan.

"Darling Su, you're drunk."

Liu Ruyan's voice was more intoxicating than the thousand-year Demon Realm wine.

In that familiar charming voice, there was now a trace of hard-to-detect resentment and an excitement that was almost overflowing.

She steadily took the drunk-as-a-rag Su Chen into her arms.

The man's scorching temperature, mixed with the strong smell of wine and his unique crisp scent, made her fair cheeks flush with a moving rosy glow.

She looked at the Elders who were still cheering around them, her soul-stealing peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly as the majesty of the Saintess spread out.

"Alright, disperse. Can't you see Lord Divine Son is already dead drunk?"

"Yes, yes, the Saintess is right."

"Quickly, help Lord Divine Son to the tent to rest!"

Everyone tactfully dispersed, but the looks they gave Liu Ruyan were full of "we understand" ambiguous smiles, each one more lewd than the last.

Liu Ruyan ignored them.

In her world, only the man in her arms remained.

She looked down at his face, which was still heart-stoppingly handsome even when slightly flushed, her gaze becoming incredibly complex.

There was gratitude, heartache, but more so an unmasked possessiveness, like a hungry wolf seeing its prey.

She supported him, walking step by step toward the most luxurious temporary tent specially built for him in the distance.

The night wind was slightly cool, blowing her skirt and hair.

The light of the bonfire stretched their shadows long, until finally, they intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.