573: Chapter 574 Wanyan Ba ​​Arrives!

The Netherworld.

Heavenly Crab Demon Realm.

Wanyan Ba's entourage set off in a grand and imposing manner.

Rather than a convoy, it was more like a touring guard of honor composed of over three hundred demon cultivators.

At the very front, twenty tamed Netherworld war beasts cleared the path.

Each one had the physique of a Great Emperor, but their intelligence was only equivalent to that of a lapdog.

In the center of the procession was a giant imperial carriage forged from black bone and demon iron.

The carriage was covered with thick cushions made of Nether Beast skins.

Wanyan Ba was nestled on top of them.

With one hand around a Netherworld race maid and the other grabbing spirit fruits to stuff into his mouth, he didn't even bother to wipe the juice dripping from the corner of his mouth to his chin.

"How much further to Rakshasa City?"

"In response to the Young Lord, it's about half a day's journey."

"Hurry up, this young master can't wait any longer."

Wanyan Ba casually threw a fruit pit, which hit the head of a nearby guard.

The guard was as silent as a cicada in winter.

Wanyan Ba's mind was already filled with the images of those two beauties.

One was monstrously beautiful, cold to the bone.

The other was charming as fire, wanton to the very Soul.

Just hearing the descriptions made him salivate.

In a godforsaken place like the Heavenly Crab Demon Realm, beauties were an extremely scarce resource.

Most female cultivators in the Netherworld looked like lethal weapons, either hideous in appearance or shrouded in ghostly Qi.

Those who could make someone think of "taking them into the harem" were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

This time, two had appeared at once, and they had even taken down Rakshasa City in one go.

They had guts.

They had looks.

Perfect.

"Hehehe."

Wanyan Ba picked up another spirit fruit, a lecherous smile on his face.

"I hope they know what's good for them."

"This young master is a civilized man; I don't like using force."

The manager beside him cautiously offered a reminder.

"Young Lord, I have heard that those two Sect Masters possess extraordinary combat strength. That Rakshasa King was at least a first-tier Heavenly Immortal, yet he was wiped out overnight."

Wanyan Ba let out a "psh" sound.

"Rakshasa King? That trash is worthy of being mentioned to this young master? He's not even qualified to carry my shoes."

"But Young Lord..."

"Enough."

Wanyan Ba waved his hand impatiently.

"This young master is a third-tier Heavenly Immortal, and I have my father behind me. Do you think anyone near Rakshasa City dares to touch a single hair on my head?"

The manager immediately shut his mouth.

Indeed, no one dared to move against him.

Everyone within a ten-thousand-mile radius knew that standing behind Wanyan Ba was the Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Sect, Wanyan Pojun.

A first-tier Profound Immortal.

To touch Wanyan Ba was to touch Wanyan Pojun.

To touch Wanyan Pojun was to become an enemy of the entire Blood Fiend Sect.

Thus, Wanyan Ba had run rampant for over a thousand years, and no one dared to intervene.

...

Half a day later.

Rakshasa City, outside the city gates.

Before Wanyan Ba's carriage had even arrived, the messenger he sent had already stepped into the city.

A first-tier Heavenly Immortal demon cultivator, followed by two guards, walked with great strides.

His voice was loud, carrying a condescending arrogance.

"Where is the Sect Master of the Red Dust Demon Sect? My Young Lord, Wanyan Ba, has arrived! Come quickly to welcome him!"

The outlaws within the city looked at each other, and a few cowardly ones had already begun to shrink into the corners.

The notorious reputation of the Blood Fiend Sect's Young Lord was like thunder in the Heavenly Crab Demon Realm.

The messenger stood still in the center of the city and waited for a moment, but no one responded.

His face darkened.

"Didn't you hear? This Envoy said, the Blood Fiend Sect's Young Lord—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a lazy, flirtatious laugh wafted over from the direction of the City Lord's Manor.

"Oh my."

The voice was charming to the bone, with three parts teasing and seven parts irreverence.

"What Young Lord or whatever, speak like a human."

The messenger snapped his head up.

On the roof of the City Lord's Manor, a woman in a black dress sat crookedly.

Her two snow-white long legs were crossed, and she was munching on a Nether Fruit held in her hands.

There was a tear mole at the corner of her eye, her red lips were like fire, and her pair of peach blossom eyes were curved into crescents.

When she looked at people, it was as if she were smiling, yet also as if she were weighing the value of her prey.

It was none other than Liu Ruyan.

The messenger's breath hitched suddenly.

This woman's appearance was ten times more seductive than described in the intelligence reports.

So enchanting that his Soul began to tremble after just one glance.

But he quickly remembered his status and forced himself to straighten his back.

"Are you the Vice Sect Master of the Red Dust Demon Sect?"

"You could say that."

Liu Ruyan threw the fruit pit down; it landed squarely on the head of the guard to the messenger's left.

"If you have something to say, say it; if you have gas to pass, pass it. I just woke up and I'm sleepy."

The messenger took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.

"My Young Lord admires the reputations of you two Sect Masters and has specially prepared generous gifts to visit. I hope you two Sect Masters will be sensible and look at the big picture. If you join my Blood Fiend Sect, the Young Lord will surely treat you as honored guests."

"Honored guests?"

Liu Ruyan tilted her head, her smile deepening.

"What kind of honored guests?"

Meeting that monstrous gaze, the messenger bit the bullet and spoke.

"Dual Cultivation Cauldrons, serving by the Young Lord's side, ensuring you have no worries about food or clothing."

The words fell.

The area around the City Lord's Manor instantly became silent.

Abnormally silent.

Even the cold wind seemed to have stagnated.

Liu Ruyan still tilted her head, looking at the messenger, her peach blossom eyes curved and full of smiles.

That smile was so beautiful it could make one forget to breathe.

But cold sweat instantly soaked the messenger's clothes through his back.

He noticed—

The tightly closed gates of the City Lord's Manor were silently pushing inward.

From behind the gates, a person walked out.

Clad in a black dress, a waterfall of black hair moved on its own in the still air.

A pair of phoenix eyes.

Dark red demon flames were quietly burning deep within her eyes.

It was Ye Linghan.

She stood right at the main gate, not taking another step forward.

She merely gave the messenger a single look.

Just one look.

"Thud!"

The messenger's legs could no longer support him, and he knelt heavily.

It wasn't because of fear; it was his knees betraying him.

It was his Soul being completely crushed under that single gaze.

The corners of Ye Linghan's mouth slowly curled into a tiny arc.

"Dual Cultivation Cauldrons?"

Her voice was very light and lazy, as if she were asking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with her.

"Then where is your Young Lord?"

The messenger exerted all his strength to raise his head, his teeth chattering.

"Young Lord... the Young Lord will arrive in half a day."

Ye Linghan nodded.

"Good."

She turned and walked back into the manor.

After taking two steps, she paused, turned her head slightly, and her dark red phoenix eyes swept over the kneeling messenger from the corner of her eye.

"Let him come."

"This Seat will wait for him."

The messenger's bones all went stiff at that moment.

He heard it.

That wasn't a threat.

Nor was it fear.

It was hunger.

It was a slumbering Devil King waiting for the blood-food to be delivered to her door.