142: Chapter 142 The Three Realms of the Dao Palace: Undercurrents Surge

[The Devil King meeting—this means a great war is about to break out.]

[In recent years, the fires of war have been burning brighter and brighter, with constant friction on the borders between the various nations of Tianfeng and the Demon Race.]

[Small-scale conflicts have completely escalated into localized wars.]

[Nine Nether Palace can no longer continue to prevaricate and delay, and the Devil Kings present can no longer remain aloof.]

[Inside the ring, the Old Grandfather gave Chu Sheng a detailed explanation:]

["The Dao Palace is likewise divided into three Realms. Palace Building: building the palace with the Dao so the Divine Soul has a residence; Spirit Nurturing: a spirit is born within the palace, granting mastery of Divine Thought; and Dao Completion: the Dao Palace reaches Perfection and the Dao foundation is forever solidified."]

["Your wife is currently at the Middle Stage of the Palace Building Realm. Even in the entire Demon Territory, she is among the top tier of people."]

[Chu Sheng quickly spoke up and asked:]

["What is the cultivation level of the Nine Nether Palace Master?"]

[The Old Grandfather was silent for a moment before slowly saying:]

["The Spirit Nurturing stage, a whole major Realm higher than your wife."]

[Hearing this, Chu Sheng couldn't help but gasp.]

[Nine Nether Palace was built beneath a ten-thousand-fathom abyss.]

[The entrance was a crack so narrow it could only allow one person to pass at a time.]

[All the way down, the surroundings grew darker and darker, and the Devilish Qi became heavier and heavier.]

[In the end, the Devilish Qi was as thick as liquid, sticking to the skin in a greasy manner.]

[Chu Sheng only felt his Heavenly Demon Body begin to operate automatically.]

[That Devilish Qi was like a stray cat smelling fish, frantically boring into his pores.]

[Yu Rumeng looked back at him and reached out to grip his hand tightly.]

[A cool stream of Divine Soul power slowly flowed from her palm, warding off the chaotic Devilish Qi around him.]

["Don't absorb it recklessly; the Devilish Qi here is too impure."]

[Chu Sheng obediently restrained his Cultivation Technique.]

[At the bottom of the abyss, the view suddenly opened up.]

[An incomparably massive palace lay across his vision, built entirely of giant black stones and reaching a height of a hundred fathoms.]

[The palace gates were covered in dense runes, emitting a faint, eerie light in the darkness.]

[On both sides of the gate stood two rows of black-armored guards.]

[Every single one was at the Spirit Lake Stage; their gazes were like lightning, falling upon Chu Sheng with the sharpness of a blade's edge.]

[Palace Master Su Yousi Palace Master Su Yousi personally came out to welcome them.]

[She was dressed in a mysterious black robe, her face cold and elegant, her exact age impossible to discern.]

[One only felt that standing there, she was like a towering mountain, pressing down so hard it was almost impossible to breathe.]

[The Spirit Nurturing stage.]

[Her gaze slowly swept over Chu Sheng once. She didn't say much, only giving a slight nod.]

["Rumeng, you've come."]

[Yu Rumeng bowed slightly and said:]

["Palace Master Su Yousi."]

[The three great Devil Kings of Nine Nether Palace had all arrived long ago.]

[Blood Demon Ancestor sat in the first seat on the left, his cultivation at the Peak of Palace Building.]

[Dressed in a blood-red robe with a sinister face, he wore three skull rings on his fingers.]

[The way he looked at Chu Sheng was like looking at a lamb that had wandered into a pack of wolves.]

[Standing behind him was a young man at the Peak of the Spirit Lake Stage.]

[That person's gaze swept over Chu Sheng, a disdainful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.]

[Old Man Styx sat in the first seat on the right, his cultivation also at the Peak of Palace Building.]

[Dressed in a black robe, his face was withered and his eyes were tightly shut, as if he were already asleep.]

[He leaned on a stark white bone staff, his entire body exuding a heavy Death Qi.]

[White Bone Madam sat below Blood Demon Ancestor, her cultivation at the Late Stage of Palace Building.]

[Dressed in white bone battle armor, her face was cold and beautiful, and her gaze toward Chu Sheng held a hint of curiosity.]

[Besides them, there was one more person.]

[Madam Huayue, her cultivation at the early stage of Palace Building.]

[In a pink dress, she leaned lazily against her seat, holding a black flower in her hand.]

[She was sniffing it unhurriedly, her posture seductive and enchanting.]

[The moment she saw Chu Sheng, her eyes suddenly lit up.]

[Xuan Mingzi was the first to speak and break the silence.]

[He was the Personal Disciple of Blood Demon Ancestor, with a cultivation at the Peak of the Spirit Lake Stage.]

[He was nothing special in front of the Devil Kings, yet he was considered a top figure among the younger generation.]

[He sized Chu Sheng up and down, then let out a sneer:]

["So this is Junior Martial Uncle Rumeng's Dao Companion? I heard he's a demon cultivator? Only at the Middle Stage of the Spirit Spring Realm?"]

["Tsk tsk, Junior Martial Uncle Rumeng's taste is truly getting worse and worse."]

[Yu Rumeng didn't speak, but merely gave him a cold, indifferent glance.]

[That gaze was extremely flat, as if she were looking at a fly buzzing around aimlessly.]

[Xuan Mingzi felt his skin crawl under her gaze, but in front of everyone, he could only steel himself and continue:]

["What? Am I wrong? The Middle Stage of the Spirit Spring Realm—in our Nine Nether Palace, he wouldn't even be fit to be a gatekeeper."]

["I wonder what low-class methods he used to climb onto such a high branch as Junior Martial Uncle Rumeng."]

["Just a pretty boy; I suppose certain... assets of his must be quite good."]

[Chu Sheng ignored him.]

[Yu Rumeng also ignored him.]

[Xuan Mingzi assumed they were afraid, and his voice suddenly rose:]

["Junior Martial Uncle Rumeng, this kind of trash—once you're tired of playing with him, you should throw him away as soon as possible."]

["Keeping him by your side will only lose all the face of our Nine Nether Palace."]

[Yu Rumeng slowly raised her hand and swung a palm out.]

[She didn't use a shred of true essence, nor did she build up any power; she just swung it casually, as if shooing away a fly.]

[Xuan Mingzi was instantly sent flying, crashing violently through the wall of the great hall.]

[He tumbled several times in the pile of rubble, his face covered in blood and several teeth knocked out.]

[Inside the great hall, there was an instant, deathly silence.]

[Blood Demon Ancestor's expression was extremely ugly, yet he ultimately did not lash out.]

[Yu Rumeng withdrew her hand and said in a cold, detached tone:]

["My Dao Companion is not for you to criticize."]

[Blood Demon Ancestor could only force himself to swallow this resentment.]

[He was naturally aware that Yu Rumeng now held the rumeng token, and they were currently facing a great enemy.]

[His Disciple had been insolent; being taught a lesson was only what he deserved.]

[If he turned hostile over this, the only one who would end up losing face would be himself.]

[He took a deep breath, waved his hand, and ordered people to carry Xuan Mingzi away, without saying a word.]

[Old Man Styx slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Yu Rumeng, and then closed them again.]

[White Bone Madam's lips curled slightly, looking like she was enjoying the spectacle.]

[Palace Master Su Yousi sat in the main seat, expressionless, as if nothing had happened.]

[Madam Huayue suddenly spoke, her voice soft and delicate:]

["Oh? It's actually a Heavenly Demon Body?"]

[She slowly sat up straight, her peach-blossom eyes sizing Chu Sheng up and down.]

[From top to bottom, then bottom to top, as if she were inspecting a toy she had just acquired.]

["Little sister has good taste. Although I have hundreds of male companions, a Physique like this is something I've searched for a long time without finding."]

[Yu Rumeng shielded Chu Sheng behind her and looked at her with cold eyes:]

["Are you trying to steal him, elder sister?"]

[Madam Huayue burst out laughing, her laughter making her entire body tremble and sway.]

[She waved her hand and said:]

["Steal him? Don't joke, little sister. I'm just... a bit curious, that's all."]

[She lightly licked the corner of her lips, her tone carrying a hint of seduction:]

["A Heavenly Demon Body—I've never tasted what that's like before."]

[The atmosphere in the great hall instantly dropped to the freezing point.]

[Yu Rumeng didn't speak, but Chu Sheng could clearly feel her grip on his hand suddenly tighten.]

[It was so tight it felt as if she were going to crush the bones in his hand.]

[Madam Huayue was still smiling sweetly, appearing harmless.]

[But those eyes were like two bottomless icy pools.]

[No one knew what kind of ferocity was hidden at the bottom of those pools.]

[Chu Sheng felt a chill run down his back.]

[This woman was far more dangerous than Blood Demon Ancestor.]

Chu Sheng watched the scene, forgetting to chew the peanuts in his mouth.

"Holy crap, this Madam Huayue is even more fierce than Yu Rumeng?"

"In the Palace Building Realm and keeping a bunch of male companions—that gaze of hers is like she's looking at a plate of braised pork."

"Life is getting more and more exciting."

"My wife is in the Dao Palace Realm, my rival is in the Dao Palace Realm, and even the ones watching the show are all in the Dao Palace Realm."

[Madam Huayue slowly stood up, walked in front of Chu Sheng, and looked down at him.]

[The scent on her was very fragrant, but it wasn't the scent of flowers or fruit.]

[It was an indescribable scent, like fallen leaves in late autumn, or falling snow in early winter.]

[She reached out, her fingertip lightly brushing across Chu Sheng's cheek, cold as ice, like the flick of a snake's tongue.]

["Little sister, how about lending me your Dao Companion for a few days?"]

["I promise to return him to you completely intact."]

[Yu Rumeng slapped her hand away, her voice as cold as ice:]

["Get lost."]

[Madam Huayue wasn't angry either; she withdrew her hand and returned to her seat with a smile.]

[She leaned back in her chair again, picking up that black flower and sniffing it unhurriedly.]

[Chu Sheng felt uncomfortable under her gaze and instinctively shrank behind Yu Rumeng.]

[Yu Rumeng looked back and glared at him:]

["What are you afraid of?"]

[Chu Sheng replied in a small voice:]

["I'm not afraid."]

[Yu Rumeng gave a soft snort and said no more.]

[Palace Master Su Yousi finally spoke, her voice not loud, but it firmly suppressed the restlessness of the room:]

["Since everyone is here, let us begin the meeting."]