218: Chapter 218 Real Kung Fu

Word traveled faster than Chu Sheng could walk.

He had just rented a room at the inn, and before he could even settle in, a dense sound of footsteps rang out outside his door.

It was not just one or two people, but dozens of the Demon Race; the sounds of clashing armor and scraping weapons mingled together, rolling toward them from the other end of the street like a rumble of thunder.

Chu Sheng did not get up; he simply removed the hat from his face and looked toward the door.

The door was pushed open.

A woman with a bewitching face walked in from outside, her eyes carrying a hint of Wrath.

She was followed by dozens of male companions—some plump, some thin, ranging from fair-faced scholars and burly men to delicate youths and weathered middle-aged men; they had it all.

Life-Taking Scholar stood behind her, his face still covered in dust, and pointed in one direction, whispering: "Devil King, it is him."

Chu Sheng did not care; if they wanted to come, let them come. In any case, he was already at Mid-stage Palace Building, while Madam Huayue was only at Early Stage. It was not certain who the hunter was yet.

Furthermore, he had the Heavenly Demon Body, the Taixu True Scripture, and Dao-Seeking Fortune protecting his body.

Without using a Magic Treasure, it was a nine-to-one split.

If he used a Magic Treasure, pulling out the four swords of zhuxian would also be a one-to-nine split, with him cutting the opponent into nine pieces with a single sword strike.

Madam Huayue glanced at Chu Sheng.

Chu Sheng also glanced at her.

The two locked eyes for a moment.

Madam Huayue had originally come with Wrath.

Hitting her people in Huayue City was equivalent to slapping her in the face. If she did not reclaim her dignity, how could she manage her subordinates in the future?

But when she saw Chu Sheng, that Wrath suddenly dissipated quite a bit.

It had not vanished; it had simply been suppressed by another emotion.

Curiosity.

She had seen all sorts of men, but she had never seen one like this.

Chu Sheng sat on the dilapidated bed in the inn, wearing a dusty Taoist robe with his hat brim pulled low, looking like an ordinary low-level demonic cultivator.

But his eyes were not ordinary. When those eyes looked at her, there was no awe, no nervousness, no Greed, only a kind of profound calmness.

She rarely saw such a gaze.

And deep within her heart, there was a craving.

When those male companions looked at her, their eyes were filled with either desire, fear, or schemes.

But this person had none of that.

Life-Taking Scholar pointed at Chu Sheng, his voice carrying obvious fawning: "Devil King, it is him! He hit me!"

Madam Huayue raised her hand and slapped Life-Taking Scholar across the face.

"Useless trash. You cannot even handle this small matter? Why don't you get out of my Huayue City!"

The sound was loud, and the entire inn fell silent.

Life-Taking Scholar clutched his face, stunned. His eye sockets turned red, and his lips trembled like a dog that had been kicked by its master: "Devil King... I..."

Madam Huayue did not look at him.

She stared at Chu Sheng, the corners of her mouth slowly curling up.

Chu Sheng leaned back on the bed, his hands behind his head, and smiled: "Devil King Huayue, I have long heard of your reputation."

Madam Huayue looked at Chu Sheng: "What reputation? You hit my people; are you not going to explain?"

But her tone was clearly devoid of Wrath; instead, it carried a hint of teasing.

Chu Sheng: "Explain what? He blocked my path, and I pushed him aside. It is that simple."

Madam Huayue laughed.

She walked a few steps and sat down on the chair opposite Chu Sheng.

Her skirt spread out on the floor like a blooming flower.

She crossed her legs, revealing a section of her fair calf.

Chu Sheng took one look and then averted his gaze.

It was not that he did not dare to look; it was that he did not want to.

Madam Huayue noticed this.

Her interest grew even stronger.

"What is your name?" she asked.

Chu Sheng said two words: "Ren Zha."

Madam Huayue recited it once and laughed: "A good name. Where are you from?"

Chu Sheng: "I came from the north."

Madam Huayue: "Where in the north?"

Chu Sheng: "North of the Duanhun River."

Madam Huayue laughed again. She knew Chu Sheng was fobbing her off, but she did not press him further.

"Seeing that you are so young yet your cultivation is not low, you must have some special talents, right?"

Chu Sheng smiled: "Of course, I have quite a few special talents."

Madam Huayue scolded him with a smile: "You little slippery fellow, smooth-tongued."

Chu Sheng said: "Whether I am slippery or not, you will only know if you try."

She extended a finger: "Do you dare to come to my bedchamber and spar with me?"

Chu Sheng raised his head and looked into her eyes: "Why would I not dare?"

Life-Taking Scholar's face completely collapsed.

He stood in the corner, his lips trembling, wanting to say something, but he did not dare to utter a single word.

He knew Madam Huayue's temper; no man she took a fancy to could ever get away.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh.

Chu Sheng stood up, brushed the dust off his body, and did not move.

Truly an incompetent male companion.

Madam Huayue walked out of the inn and looked back at him.

Chu Sheng walked to the doorway but did not follow.

"What is it?" Madam Huayue's eyebrows arched slightly. "Are you afraid?"

Chu Sheng shook his head.

He leaned against the doorframe, looking at Madam Huayue's bewitching face, while thinking about another matter.

He wanted to plant a chess piece in the Demon Realm, and Madam Huayue was originally a very good choice.

But she had countless male companions and was wanton and unrestrained.

He did not want to have that kind of relationship with her; it was not out of prudishness, but because it was unnecessary.

Furthermore, her body had long been riddled with holes by the Blood Demon Demonic Technique, rendering her unable to bear children.

Many Children, Many Blessings was useless on her, and he did not want to waste his time and energy.

"Not today," Chu Sheng said, "but I can make you feel comfortable."

Madam Huayue was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Comfortable? How will you make me comfortable?"

Chu Sheng extended his right hand, palm upward, and black Devilish Qi surged out, condensing, expanding, and transforming on his palm.

The Devilish Qi was scalding, hot as magma, and transformed into a giant palm.

That giant hand floated slowly toward Madam Huayue and gently grasped her waist.

Madam Huayue's body stiffened for a moment, then softened.

She closed her eyes, her face flushing with a rosy hue.

The male companions behind her were all stunned, looking at each other.

"What are you looking at?" Madam Huayue gathered her Devilish Qi and directly pushed those male companions away.

A few joss sticks of time later, Madam Huayue leaned against the doorframe, her robes disheveled, her hair scattered, her long skirt crumpled into a ball, with a look of satisfaction on her face.

She glanced at Chu Sheng, her gaze filled with reluctance to let go and a lingering attachment.

She whispered: "You brat, you really have a way with things."

Chu Sheng smiled and said nothing.

Madam Huayue stood up, straightened her robes, and resumed her bewitching and arrogant demeanor.

She pointed at Life-Taking Scholar and said: "From today on, he is no longer my subordinate."

Then she glanced at Chu Sheng and asked if he was not looking for a guide.

She had people under her command who possessed maps of the entire Demon Realm.

Chu Sheng said okay.

Madam Huayue turned and walked away, but after a few steps, she turned back and said something that surprised him: "If you have nothing to do, you can come to my bedchamber. I can give you many rewards. I look forward to you showing your real skills next time."

Chu Sheng stood at the entrance of the inn, wiping the water stains from his hands, watching Madam Huayue's back disappear around the street corner, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up.

He touched the zhu xian sword at his waist and whispered: "The Demon Realm is becoming more and more interesting."