135: Chapter 135 The City Lord's Difficulties, the Heavenly Demon's Arrogance

[The White Bone City Lord's banquet was quite grand.]

[Hundreds of magic stone lamps were lit in the main hall, illuminating the entire room.]

[The long tables were filled with Demonic Beast meat, spiritual fruits, and several jars of magic wine said to have been cellared for three hundred years.]

[Chu Sheng sat in the guest seat, with 'Fake Name' on his left and Huang Gula on his right.]

[Huang Gula hadn't stopped eating since he sat down, a roasted leg in his left hand and a jar of wine in his right, eating with a heroic abandon as if he had just been released from prison.]

[After three rounds of wine, the White Bone City Lord patted Chu Sheng's shoulder with just the right amount of force, appearing both affectionate and dignified.]

[His face was covered in smiles, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes bunching together: "To be favored by Demon King Rumeng is truly good fortune, brother!"]

[The words were kind, but Chu Sheng clearly saw the flash of disdain in his eyes.]

[That look was like seeing a waste who rose to power through connections; respectful on the surface, but looking down on him to the core.]

[Chu Sheng picked up his wine cup, took a sip, and didn't respond.]

[The White Bone City Lord changed the subject and began to boast about his past deeds.]

[Killing a Spirit Lake Yao Beast alone, surviving the Black Blood Swamp, and climbing from a small squad leader to his current position in White Bone City; his tone carried the pride of 'I relied on real ability.']

[Every few sentences, he would glance at Chu Sheng, the meaning couldn't be clearer: What are you? Just someone who climbed into Demon King Rumeng's bed.]

[Even Huang Gula noticed something was wrong, put down the bone in his hand, and looked up at Chu Sheng.]

[Yu Rumeng, disguised as 'Fake Name', drank expressionlessly, as if she hadn't heard anything.]

[Chu Sheng put down his wine cup and said calmly, "The City Lord is right. However, regarding Demon King Rumeng, I did indeed help her a great deal with her most precious possession."]

[The 'Fake Name' beside him was stunned.]

[His tone was flat, as if he were saying the weather was nice today.]

[The White Bone City Lord's smile froze on his face.]

[He knew better than anyone what a succubus's primal yin meant.]

[Especially for a succubus of Demon King Rumeng's level, her primal yin was unimaginably precious.]

[To be granted primal yin meant this person held immense weight in her heart; he wasn't a common plaything, nor someone to be discarded on a whim.]

[He reassessed Chu Sheng.]

[This devilish Cultivator could withstand Demon King Rumeng's dual cultivation and even be granted her primal yin—he was not simple.]

[He put away his contempt and began to re-evaluate this young man's value in his heart, but he still couldn't help but say something sour.]

[He picked up his wine cup, took a large gulp, and said with a faint smile, "You have good skills, brother. However, a Demon King's bed isn't so easy to climb. Be careful not to die on it one day."]

[These words were unpleasant to hear, and even Huang Gula couldn't take it anymore, putting down his wine jar to speak.]

[Chu Sheng kicked him under the table and then laughed, a very casual laugh: "The City Lord is right. However, to be able to die in her arms is also a blessing."]

[His tone was nonchalant, as if speaking of something perfectly natural.]

[The White Bone City Lord was choked up, his heart filled with both envy and jealousy.]

[This kid, getting a bargain and acting like he's the one suffering!]

[On second thought, what kind of person was Demon King Rumeng? A Dao Palace succubus who ate people without spitting out the bones; his own old bones shouldn't even think about it.]

[His gaze toward Chu Sheng gained a bit more schadenfreude. Young man, do you think climbing into a Demon King's bed is a good thing? When she gets bored one day, not even your bone fragments will remain.]

[After the banquet ended, the White Bone City Lord returned to his study, his face darkening.]

[He sat before his desk for a long time, fingers tapping on the surface, thud, thud, thud, like a heartbeat.]

["Go investigate this person," he said to the shadow in the darkness, "where he came from, his background, and exactly what his relationship with Demon King Rumeng is."]

[The shadow dissipated silently.]

[Chu Sheng returned to his quarters, and Yu Rumeng dropped her disguise, leaning lazily on the couch.]

[She looked at him, the corners of her mouth curling slightly: "That demon looked down on you. Do you want me to kill him?"]

[Chu Sheng said, "I know."]

[Yu Rumeng asked, "Not angry?"]

[Chu Sheng thought for a moment: "What's there to be angry about? What he said is the truth."]

[Yu Rumeng laughed and didn't say anything more.]

[The Old Grandfather's voice suddenly rang in his mind: "This old fox looks down on you, yet dares not move against you. Keep him around, he's useful."]

[Chu Sheng nodded in his heart: "I was thinking the same thing."]

[He needed the White Bone City Lord's help to investigate a few things.]

[The movements of the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, news of the Netherworld Ancestor's Legacy, and Materials to repair the immortal slaying gourd and the demon refining pot.]

[These things he couldn't investigate on his own.]

[The White Bone City Lord's people investigated for three days, turning Chu Sheng's background upside down. He was a witness to the Blood Sea anomaly, the only survivor among those brought by the Arena Master, and suspected of having obtained something extraordinary.]

[The White Bone City Lord's attitude changed again, from contempt to probing, with a hidden dagger behind his smiles.]

[He invited Chu Sheng for tea, indirectly asking what happened in the Blood Sea and whose hands the Netherworld Ancestor's Legacy had fallen into.]

[Chu Sheng played dumb, saying he only survived by luck and had obtained nothing.]

[The White Bone City Lord didn't believe him but didn't dare to force him. Demon King Rumeng's token was still tucked in Chu Sheng's robe.]

[He pondered for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject: "What is it that you're looking for here in White Bone City, brother?"]

[Chu Sheng said he wanted to find some rare Materials to repair a Magic Treasure.]

[The White Bone City Lord's eyes lit up, saying there was a great Family in the city that specialized in the Materials business and might be able to help.]

[He introduced Chu Sheng to the Zhou Family in the city.]

[A High-grade Demon General Family, the head of the Family was Zhou Lie, at the Sea Opening Middle Stage, holding heavy military power, and was the second most powerful force in White Bone City.]

[When Chu Sheng heard the name 'Zhou Family', his heart stirred, but he remained expressionless.]

["It couldn't be such a coincidence, could it?"]

[The Zhou Family's manor was even more grand than the City Lord's mansion, with two stone-carved Demonic Beasts squatting at the entrance, their eyes inlaid with real magic stones that glowed eerily in the dark.]

[Zhou Lie personally came out to welcome them; he was burly with a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes—at first glance, a tough man who meant what he said.]

[His gaze swept over Chu Sheng, landing on his Heavenly Demon Body, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.]

[Zhou Lie's interest in Chu Sheng was not because of the Demon King's token, but because of the Heavenly Demon Body.]

[In his youth, he had seen a Heavenly Demon Body Cultivator who had a terrible temper, looked down on everyone, was extremely arrogant in his dealings, but had Heaven-Defying combat power.]

[He was invincible within the same Realm, and killing across levels was as easy as eating or drinking; even the City Lord had to be polite to him.]

[Later, that person disappeared after breaking through to the Devil King Realm; some said he went to the Middle Domain, some said he went to the Far North to recuperate, and others said he broke through to the Dao Palace and went to a higher and further place.]

[Zhou Lie hosted a banquet and during the meal asked if Chu Sheng was willing to become a Guest Elder of the Zhou Family.]

[His tone was sincere, and the conditions were generous—Spirit Stones, Materials, Cultivation Techniques, whatever he wanted would be given.]

[Chu Sheng didn't agree, nor did he refuse, only saying he would consider it.]

[The two began to converse, clinking glasses.]

[The Old Grandfather chuckled inside the ring: "Zhou Wantang's biological father. Interesting."]

[Chu Sheng thought to himself, the world is truly small.]

[Zhou Lie's son, Zhou Wuliu, sat at the table; a pure-blood Demon Race, a low-grade demon general at the Early Stage of Spirit Spring.]

[From the moment Chu Sheng entered the door, he hadn't looked Chu Sheng in the eye.]

[Holding his wine cup and crossing his legs, his gaze swept over Chu Sheng as if he were looking at a pile of cow dung.]

[Once his father finished speaking about the Guest Elder position, he finally couldn't hold back.]

[He put down his wine cup and sneered: "A devilish Cultivator, worthy of being an honored guest of the Zhou Family?"]

[Zhou Lie's face darkened: "Impudent!"]

[But he didn't truly stop him.]

[He also wanted to see what kind of ability this person chosen by the Demon King actually had.]

[Chu Sheng put down his wine cup and glanced at Zhou Wuliu.]

[That gaze was very calm, like looking at a child throwing a tantrum.]

[Then he released the Aura of the Heavenly Demon Body.]

[The pressure of the Early Stage of Spirit Spring was like a mountain pressing down, and black Devilish Qi surged from his body, condensing into substance; the temperature of the entire hall instantly dropped to the freezing point.]

[Zhou Wuliu's face turned deathly pale, and the wine cup in his hand shattered into powder with a 'crack.']

[He tried to stand up, but his legs were as soft as noodles, and he slumped back into his chair, trembling all over.]

[Chu Sheng withdrew his Aura, picked up his wine cup again, took a sip, and said calmly: "Young Master Zhou is right. A devilish Cultivator is indeed not worthy."]

[His tone was flat, as if speaking of something inconsequential.]

[Zhou Wuliu's face turned from blue to white, his lips quivered as he tried to say something, but not a single word came out.]

[Zhou Lie looked at Chu Sheng, a flash of complexity in his eyes.]

[He recalled that Heavenly Demon Body from back then; he had the same gaze, the same Aura.]

[He raised his wine cup: "My son was rude, please forgive him, brother. Come, I offer you a toast."]

[Chu Sheng raised his cup and drained it in one gulp.]

[After the banquet ended, Chu Sheng returned to his quarters, and Yu Rumeng was already waiting on the couch.]

[She looked at him with a beaming smile: "Scaring a child, do you feel a great sense of accomplishment?"]

[Chu Sheng said, "He provoked me first."]

[Yu Rumeng reached out and hooked his chin, her fingertips slightly cool: "Sister just likes you this way."]

[Chu Sheng thought to himself, exactly what part of me do you like? Can't I just change it?]

Chu Sheng watched this scene, laughing so hard he slapped his thigh: "The name Zhou Wuliu sounds like cannon fodder at a glance. Provoking the protagonist? Isn't that just seeking death?"

He took a sip of tea, "But Zhou Lie is somewhat interesting, having seen a Heavenly Demon Body Cultivator; could he be majoring in arrogance? This plot line might be able to dig up something."

He looked at the figure sitting on the couch in the image and murmured: "Zhou Wantang's biological father, the Zhou Family, White Bone City. This trip to the Demon Realm is getting more and more interesting."