130: Chapter 130 The Struggle for Inheritance, Top-Tier Succubus

Chu Sheng ran for his life towards the shore, black waves exploding beneath his feet and splashing up a mist that filled the air.

The two auras behind him were getting closer and closer, like two blades pressed against his back.

He gritted his teeth, not daring to even look back.

"Stop!" Fake Name's voice was as cold as ice shards.

Chu Sheng did not stop.

Huang Gula's voice came from the other side, carrying a hint of helplessness: "Brother, stop running! We really aren't here to snatch anything!"

Chu Sheng thought to himself, 'Like I'd believe you.'

Just as he took a step, his vision blurred, and Fake Name was already blocking his path.

Huang Gula flanked him from behind; one in front and one behind, they blocked him in completely.

Chu Sheng panted heavily, gripping his battle axe so hard his knuckles turned white.

Fake Name looked at him and got straight to the point: "Hand over the Legacy."

Chu Sheng feigned ignorance with an innocent look: "What Legacy? I didn't get anything."

Fake Name sneered and was about to speak when Huang Gula scratched his head and interrupted: "Brother, we really aren't here to snatch it."

"There is the Netherworld Ancestor's Resentment on that Legacy; you can't withstand it alone."

Chu Sheng scoffed inwardly, thinking this excuse was far too fake.

Just as he was about to retort, the Old Grandfather's voice suddenly rang in his mind, weak but urgent: "He's telling the truth."

Chu Sheng was stunned.

"What?"

The Old Grandfather's voice was intermittent: "Before that old thing died, he stuffed his life's insights into your brain, but he also left a trace of Resentment."

"If you don't neutralize it, you'll be consumed by it sooner or later."

Chu Sheng's face turned green, and he roared in his mind: "Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

"I just discovered it as well..."

The Old Grandfather's voice grew weaker, "That old thing hid it too deep..."

Fake Name noticed his abnormality, and a mocking smile curled at the corners of her mouth: "Suffering a backlash?"

Chu Sheng gritted his teeth, veins popping on his forehead. That Resentment began to churn in his brain like a venomous snake gnawing at his Divine Soul.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood: "Is there a way to neutralize it?"

Fake Name remained silent for a moment, her cold eyes staring at him for several seconds before she finally spoke slowly: "Yes. Follow me."

Huang Gula stepped closer to explain, his tone carrying a hint of pride: "My sister is a top-tier Succubus, specializing in the Dao of the Divine Soul."

"This kind of Resentment, she can neutralize with a wave of her hand."

Chu Sheng hesitated.

He had just been scammed by the Arena Master, and now there was Fake Name's sister. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like jumping from one fire pit into another.

The Old Grandfather's voice rang out again, this time with a touch of urgency: "Go! If you don't go, you're dead for sure!"

"That Resentment has already become entangled with your Divine Soul; you can last three months at most!"

Chu Sheng gritted his teeth and nodded.

Flower Consort was sent back to Black Iron City by Chu Sheng to wait for news.

She stood on the shore, her eyes red and her lips pressed white, but she said nothing. She only nodded obediently and turned to disappear into the crowd.

Huang Gula watched her departing figure and sighed: "Brother, you're quite heartless to women."

Chu Sheng didn't respond, merely hoisting his battle axe onto his shoulder: "Let's go."

On the way, Chu Sheng learned that the death of the Netherworld Ancestor was not so simple.

Fake Name walked ahead of him, her voice as flat as if she were talking about an insignificant trifle: "Years ago, the Netherworld Ancestor was set up and killed by a joint effort between the Righteous Path Dao Palace and a Demon Race traitor."

"The Righteous Path Dao Palace pinned him down from the front, while the traitor stabbed him in the back."

Chu Sheng frowned: "Who was the traitor?"

Fake Name shook her head: "I don't know. But to be able to kill a Devil King level, their background is definitely not small."

Chu Sheng fell silent.

The Old Grandfather sighed faintly inside the ring, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "That old thing died a wrongful death."

Chu Sheng thought to himself that the murky waters of this Demon Realm were much deeper than those of the Tianfeng Kingdom.

The three of them traveled day and night.

Fake Name hurried as if she were in a war, never stopping for a moment, not even to drink water.

Huang Gula, on the other hand, was full of energy, chattering along the way about everything from the local customs of the Demon Realm to the gossip and scandals of various great experts.

Chu Sheng had a headache from his noise, but he felt embarrassed to tell him to shut up, since this simpleton really meant no harm.

Three days later, they arrived at a city.

It wasn't White Bone City or Blood Moon City, but a secret city hidden within a mountain.

The entrance was a narrow canyon, with stone walls on both sides towering into the clouds; looking up, one could only see a sliver of the sky.

A Restriction was set at the mouth of the valley. Fake Name took out a Jade Talisman and crushed it, and the Restriction silently cracked open a gap.

Walking inside, the space suddenly opened up.

A massive underground city appeared before them, with crisscrossing streets and orderly houses. Eerie blue light spheres floated in the air, lighting the entire city as bright as day.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street, but the aura of every single one was not weak.

Upon seeing Fake Name, they all bowed their heads in greeting, their attitudes as respectful as if they were seeing their master.

"This is my sister's place," Fake Name said calmly, "outsiders don't know about it."

Looking at this city hidden in the mountain, Chu Sheng thought that this undertaking was grander than any power he had ever seen.

The main hall was at the deepest part of the mountain. The doors were thirty feet high, pitch-black like ink, and covered in densely packed runes.

Fake Name pushed open the doors, and a faint fragrance wafted out—sweet but not cloying, like overripe fruit or flowers in the dead of night.

Chu Sheng subconsciously took a breath, and his head immediately felt dizzy, as if he had drunk several jars of strong liquor.

"Don't just breathe it in!" the Old Grandfather barked in his mind. "That's a top-tier Succubus's aura, you can't handle it!"

Chu Sheng hurriedly held his breath and followed Fake Name inside.

A woman sat in the hall.

She was ten times more beautiful than Fake Name, and ten times more dangerous.

Dressed in a blood-red gown, she leaned lazily against a couch, holding a grape and slowly peeling it.

Her features were so exquisite they didn't seem like those of a real person; every stroke was just right—a bit more would be too seductive, a bit less would be too cold.

Especially those eyes, bottomless like two deep pools; one look could hook a person's soul away.

Yu Rumeng.

A top-tier Succubus with unfathomable cultivation.

She looked up at Chu Sheng and smiled.

That smile was like a spring breeze blowing across a lake, creating ripples and being so beautiful it made one's heart tremble.

"Heavenly Demon Body?" She popped the grape into her mouth and chewed slowly. "Interesting."

Her gaze swept over Chu Sheng, as if she were sizing up a newly acquired toy.

Then her eyes narrowed slightly, and her smile deepened.

"The Netherworld Ancestor's Resentment? Even more interesting."

She put down the grapes and reached out a hand toward Chu Sheng. Her fingers were slender and fair, her nails painted with dark red Balsam.

"Come here, let big sister take a look."

Chu Sheng stood where he was and didn't move.

Huang Gula gave him a push from behind, nearly sending him sprawling.

Fake Name looked at him expressionlessly, her gaze saying 'don't dawdle.'

The Old Grandfather urged him from the ring: "Go! What are you standing there for!"

Chu Sheng took a deep breath and walked over.

Yu Rumeng's hand rested on his wrist. Her fingertips were icy cold, and the touch was like a snake.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them a moment later, a flash of surprise crossed them.

"Not just the Netherworld Ancestor. You also have..."

She paused, looking at him with a half-smile, "the aura of an old thing."

The Old Grandfather gave a dry cough inside the ring but did not show himself.

Chu Sheng's heart skipped a beat.

Could this woman even sense the Old Grandfather?

Yu Rumeng let go of his hand and leaned back against the couch, leisurely picking up another grape.

"I can solve the Netherworld Ancestor's Resentment. However—"

She paused, looking at Chu Sheng with a beaming smile.

"You have to give me something in exchange."

Chu Sheng's heart tightened: "Exchange for what?"

Yu Rumeng didn't answer, she just looked at him and smiled.

The things hidden within that smile made a chill run down Chu Sheng's back.

Chu Sheng watched this scene, forgetting to even chew his peanuts.

"A top-tier Succubus, specializing in the Dao of the Divine Soul, with unfathomable cultivation—this woman is even more dangerous than Xia Nihuang."

He took a sip of tea and looked at the Chu Sheng frozen in place on the screen.

"Take care, brother. You can't handle this woman."