220: Chapter 220 Don't cause me any trouble

Chu Sheng walked out of Madam Huayue's bedchamber, his steps not faltering, but his mind was churning.

Why would Yu Rumeng go to the territory of the Wanmo Hall?

When he met her in the simulation, she was holed up in the Nine Nether Palace territory preparing the rumeng token.

She was in secluded meditation every day, focusing on Artifact Refining, and rarely even stepped out the door.

She wasn't the type to run around everywhere.

Unless—her romantic encounter was related to the Reverse Demon Tower.

His Many Children, Many Blessings trait was faintly burning.

Chu Sheng stopped in his tracks and walked back to the bedchamber.

Madam Huayue was still leaning against the soft couch, the wine in her hand just refilled. Seeing Chu Sheng return, she narrowed her eyes: "Why? Can't bear to leave?"

Chu Sheng didn't take the bait and asked directly: "What exactly is Yu Rumeng doing in the territory of the Wanmo Hall?"

Madam Huayue was stunned for a moment, then laughed, a laugh that sounded somewhat malicious.

"You care about her so much? As I said, I don't know. Although that woman is a Devil King, she is different from me. She completely ignores her fiefdom, and I have no idea what she does every day."

Chu Sheng sat down opposite her and looked at her: "Tell me everything you know."

Madam Huayue swirled her wine glass, watching the liquid rotate, was silent for a few breaths, and then spoke.

"I only know she headed in the direction of the Wanmo Hall. As for what she is doing—I don't know. But before she left, she requisitioned a batch of Artifact Refining Materials from the Nine Nether Palace, and they were of high grade. Some were even Heaven Rank. I suspect she might be refining something."

Artifact Refining Materials, Heaven Rank, direction of the Wanmo Hall.

Chu Sheng connected these words in his mind and reached a not-so-good conclusion.

He stood up, looked at Madam Huayue, and said something that stunned her: "Accompany me to the Reverse Demon Tower. I can satisfy you in other ways."

Madam Huayue's hand holding the wine glass paused, then she burst into laughter, laughing until her body shook, and the neckline of her red dress slipped even lower, but she didn't mind.

After laughing enough, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and shook her head.

"You might be able to satisfy me, and I would certainly enjoy it. But I am not the type to ignore everything for a moment of pleasure; my life is more important."

Chu Sheng did not force it.

He changed the question: "How do you know Yu Rumeng went to the Wanmo Hall?"

Madam Huayue's smile faded slightly, and a hint of cunning flashed in her peach blossom eyes.

She pulled something out of her sleeve.

A Copper Mirror, palm-sized, with a smooth surface and densely packed runes engraved on the back.

The aura of a Low Grade Heaven Rank item emanated from the mirror, not strong, but very clear.

"I like to monitor my rivals."

She shook the Copper Mirror, "And by the way, I also monitor my own territory. This mirror can detect the fluctuations of Devil King-level Cultivators within a radius of several thousand miles. When Yu Rumeng passed through my territory, the mirror lit up and specifically marked her."

"I find it strange that when you passed by, the Copper Mirror didn't react."

Chu Sheng's zhu xian sword flickered. He reached out to take the Copper Mirror, flipped it over to examine it, and then returned it to her.

This thing was useful to him; he could use it to track Yu Rumeng directly.

Chu Sheng looked at Madam Huayue and was silent for a while.

He was making a decision.

Should he subdue Madam Huayue, force her, or just kill her and take the treasure?

He stretched out his hand, and black Devilish Qi surged from his palm.

It wasn't the faint, barely perceptible Devilish Qi, but a thick, scorching, oppressive Devilish Qi from the Heavenly Demon Body.

Madam Huayue's smile completely disappeared.

The wine glass in her hand dropped onto the soft couch, and the wine spilled onto her red dress, but she didn't care.

Her eyes were fixed on the Devilish Qi in Chu Sheng's palm, her pupils contracting violently.

She had seen Devilish Qi, countless types of it, but never this kind.

It was an aura that transcended ordinary Demon Race, carrying a Bloodline suppression.

Her Blood Demonic Technique felt like it had encountered its natural enemy in the face of this Devilish Qi.

"You... Heavenly Demon Body?" Her voice was a bit hoarse.

Chu Sheng withdrew the Devilish Qi, looked at her, and said one sentence: "Help me, be my person. When I achieve the status of Demon Lord, you will be the Demon Empress."

The bedchamber was quiet for a long time.

Madam Huayue stared at Chu Sheng, as if trying to discern the truth of his words.

She wasn't stupid; she knew Chu Sheng was painting a picture for her.

Demon Lord? How many years had it been since the Northern Region produced a Demon Lord?

The last one was Greed, who had been dead for thousands of years.

But she also knew what the Heavenly Demon Body meant.

That was the Bloodline of the Heavenly Demon Ancestor.

If even the Heavenly Demon Body couldn't become a Demon Lord, then no one in this world could.

This was an open plot.

Chu Sheng gave her a promise, and she could choose to accept it or not.

If she accepted, she would have an uncertain future.

If she didn't, she would have nothing.

And—she looked at Chu Sheng's face, thinking that this kid was indeed quite handsome.

Even if he couldn't become a Demon Lord, being a Demon Concubine would be worth it.

Madam Huayue stood up, walked to Chu Sheng, reached out, and shoved the Copper Mirror into his hand: "Take it. It's useless for me to keep it anyway."

Chu Sheng took the Copper Mirror, then pulled out a few Heaven And Earth Treasure from his Storage Pouch, all obtained from Sloth's Demon Treasury.

Madam Huayue's eyes lit up.

She reached out to take the Spirit Medicine, lowered her head to sniff them, and a pure spiritual power surged into her nose; her cultivation realm trembled slightly.

"If you want the horse to run, you have to feed it grass," Chu Sheng said.

Madam Huayue put away the Spirit Medicine, glanced at him, and smiled.

That smile was different from before; it wasn't seductive or alluring, but a kind of certainty that said "I'm sticking with you."

Chu Sheng turned and left.

Walking to the door, he said without looking back: "If there is any movement, report it to me."

Madam Huayue stood in the center of the bedchamber, watching his back disappear outside the door, the corners of her mouth slowly curling up.

The maid next to her walked out from behind the curtain and asked in a low voice: "Devil King, this person's origin is unknown, should we report it to the Nine Nether Palace?"

Madam Huayue raised her hand and said one word: "Slow."

She walked out of the bedchamber, stood on the highest tower of Huayue City, watched the figure in the distance getting smaller and smaller, narrowed her eyes, and stuck out her tongue to lick her lips.

The wind was strong, blowing her red dress until it rustled.

She turned around and said something to the maid beside her that stunned everyone: "Pass the order, disband the harem."

The maid was stunned: "Devil King, you..."

Madam Huayue waved her hand and offered no further explanation.

She leaned against the railing of the tower, looking at the distant skyline, with only one thought in her mind—Demon Empress.

If that kid really became a Demon Lord, she would be the Demon Empress.

The most noble woman in the Northern Region.

Nine Nether Palace, Wanmo Hall—they would all have to kneel before her.

Even if he couldn't make it—she looked down at the Spirit Medicine in her sleeve, the corners of her mouth curled up, it wouldn't be a loss either.

Chu Sheng, in the distance, walked on the black wasteland, holding the Demon Realm map in one hand and the Copper Mirror in the other.

He put the Copper Mirror into his Storage Pouch, unfolded the map, and looked toward the Wanmo Hall.

Little Yu, oh Little Yu, don't you dare pull any tricks on me.