383: Chapter 383 It's time to settle old scores.

The day Yue Jianli left.

The two of them lingered together for a long time.

She stood at the courtyard gate, her robes stained with night dew, her hair tips slightly disheveled by the wind, looking as though she had walked halfway only to turn back.

He simply stepped aside to let her in, then closed the door.

That night they did not speak much, as if they had already said everything that needed to be said during the day, leaving only the part that did not need to be expressed in words.

When the morning light shone into the room, she was already gone; this time, she was truly gone.

Beneath the teacup at the corner of the table pressed a small jade talisman, warm and smooth throughout.

Its surface was smooth, as though it had been worn close to someone's body for a long time.

Chu Sheng picked up the jade talisman, looked at it for a moment, and put it into his sleeve.

After dawn, Chu Sheng did not rush to go out.

He sat by the table, reorganized the Materials for refining protective talismans, and refined a few more, ensuring that he prepared a copy for every Dao Companion.

He had someone send Li Zhiyi's talisman to the Liuyun Mountain Range.

Lin Wanqing's was left in the drawer of the medical clinic.

Liu Qingyan's was placed under the paperweight in her study; Zhou Wantang's was tucked inside his own bosom.

Although Xiao Huan's side was far away, her aura was still within that connection, so he also kept one for her.

He put the protective talisman for Qu Xiaohuan into the deepest part of his Storage Pouch, placing it together with the fine jade of the Qu Family.

Then he leaned against the back of the chair and sat for a moment, as if he had completed a task that should have been done long ago.

Zhou Wantang glanced at Chu Sheng, who was leaning against the door frame, and said, "Were you serious about what you said that day?"

Chu Sheng did not answer immediately.

He straightened his body, reached out to take the protective talisman from his bosom, and placed it in her hand: "Of course it's true. Didn't you want to go back to the Demon Realm to take a look? It just so happens that I also want to make a trip back."

Zhou Wantang lowered her head to look at the protective talisman, then looked up at him with a hint of curiosity in her gaze: "What are you going to the Demon Realm to do?"

Chu Sheng thought for a moment, then spoke, his tone not sounding like he was joking.

"Those old friends in the Demon Realm, I haven't seen them in a long time. Arrogance is squatting in the Demon Tomb, the three major forces each harbor their own thoughts, and the Reverse Demon Tower is still standing there safe and sound. Tianmo Mountain is not urgent for now; let's clean up what can be cleaned up first."

When he reached this point, he paused for a moment, as if running through those places in his mind, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved upward.

"In the past, I was always chased and running around; now that I've developed, I certainly can't keep cowering."

Those old friends used to chase him all over the place, and he had gone through countless hardships and obstacles to reach his current position. Now it was time to "entertain" those hardships and obstacles.

Zhou Wantang watched his expression, as if she had caught something. She had known Chu Sheng for so long and rarely saw him show this kind of expression.

It was not the kind of smugness after suppression, but a kind of unrestrained composure that finally allowed him to vent the Qi he had suffered before.

She did not interrupt him, nor did she question the feasibility of his words, but simply interjected when he paused: "Then where do you plan to start?"

Chu Sheng lowered his head and thought: "Let's start with the Nine Nether Palace. It's close, and I'm familiar with that side. Then the Wanmo Hall, and after that the Blood God Sect. One by one, no rush."

Saying this, he glanced at Zhou Wantang again, his tone carrying a very natural casualness, as if he were discussing with her what to eat tonight.

"Do you want to be a Devil King for fun? Or are you interested in the position of head of the Nine Nether Palace or the Wanmo Hall?"

Zhou Wantang's smile stiffened slightly.

She looked at Chu Sheng, wanting to find a trace of joking on his face.

But he did not smile.

He looked at her, his gaze devoid of teasing or casualness.

Zhou Wantang's mouth twitched, her voice sounding as if it were blocked halfway by something: "You... are you serious?"

Chu Sheng nodded: "If you want, the Nine Nether Palace will let you sit. The Blood God Sect is also fine, depending on which style you like. Otherwise, when you go to the Demon Realm, you always need to have a title. Could it be that you still want to be a Loose Cultivator like before?"

Zhou Wantang was silent for a long time, as if digesting the amount of information in this sentence.

She was previously only a Hidden Demon, how could she possibly have the virtue and ability to become a Devil King.

She opened her mouth, wanted to say something, then closed it again, and finally whispered: "Have you really thought this through?"

Chu Sheng did not answer, but simply handed over the remaining protective talisman in his hand: "Take this with you. You can also crush it before you leave, so I can see the situation on your side."

Zhou Wantang took the protective talisman, lowered her head to look at it, looked up at him again, and then hung it around her waist, asking no more superfluous questions.

She turned and walked towards the door, took two steps and looked back, her gaze carrying a rare seriousness, as if confirming something: "Are you really going because of the matters in the Demon Realm?"

Chu Sheng thought for a moment, and finally said only: "Part of it is for the matters of the Demon Realm, and part of it is for you."