388: Chapter 388 The Idea of ​​Living Off a Woman

Yu Rumeng's palace was hidden in the central region of the Devil Territory, deep within an inconspicuous wasteland.

From the outside, it looked like a stone fortress that had been abandoned for many years, its entrance half-concealed by rubble and withered vines, completely unnoticeable unless one looked closely.

It was not the first time he had come here, but the inside possessed its own unique world—quite exquisite and cozy.

When Chu Sheng pushed the door open, the hinges let out a muffled sound, as if it hadn't been pushed open for a very long time.

He glanced at the layout inside the hall, then walked familiarly to the main seat, sat down naturally, and leaned against the back of the chair as if he had returned to his own home.

Yu Rumeng stood in the center of the hall, watching Chu Sheng's unceremonious appearance. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and a complex surge of emotions arose in her heart.

This man had saved her, guarded her all the way back, and even guided her Cultivate. It stood to reason that she should repay him.

Furthermore, she felt a natural affection for Chu Sheng, just like... husband and wife or lovers from a past life.

Even if he wanted her body, she wouldn't be unable to accept it; after all, her life had indeed been picked up by him from outside the Reverse Demon Tower.

But the problem was that she completely couldn't see through what Chu Sheng actually wanted to do.

Sitting there, his gaze didn't look like he was appraising an item he could demand, but rather as if he were calculating something much more long-term.

Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment before moving away.

It was as if she was deliberating what attitude to adopt towards this man who had just saved her life, taken away a tower, and casually ground four Devil Kings into pus.

She spoke, her tone carrying a tentative calmness.

"What... exactly do you want?"

Chu Sheng glanced at her. "What do you mean, what do I want?"

Yu Rumeng was silent for a moment, as if organizing her phrasing: "You saved me, brought me away from the Reverse Demon Tower, and now you've come to my place. You surely aren't just passing by."

Her gaze fell on his face, as if searching for a definitive answer.

Chu Sheng did not answer her immediately. He raised his hand and beckoned to her: "Come here."

Yu Rumeng hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.

She stopped a few paces away from him, looking into his eyes: "What on earth do you want to do?"

Chu Sheng reached out, grabbed her wrist, and channeled a gentle Devilish Qi into her Meridians.

Yu Rumeng's face blushed slightly, thinking that Chu Sheng was going to demand her body.

As a result, Chu Sheng didn't look at Rumeng's alluring appearance at all.

Instead, he separated a wisp of Devilish Qi.

That wisp of Devilish Qi traveled all the way along her Meridians, and finally gently knocked at her Dantian, like knocking on a door, as if awakening something.

Yu Rumeng's body trembled slightly as she felt something loosening deep within her Dantian, like a lock that had been closed for a long time slowly springing open.

A moment later, the aura of the Inheritance of Wrath surged out from within her body.

It was even more active than when she had absorbed it before, like a newly awakened beast slowly stretching its limbs.

"You have already obtained the Inheritance of Wrath, but you haven't completely digested it."

Chu Sheng released her wrist. "I've guided it for you; handle the rest yourself."

Yu Rumeng looked down at her hands. The Inheritance of Wrath was slowly circulating within her body, stirring up a wave of warmth.

She raised her head to look at Chu Sheng, her gaze a bit more complex than before, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed—she had always been Rumeng the Devil King who looked down on all devils, yet she hadn't expected...

In the end, she only lowered her eyelashes, gently rubbing the inside of her wrist with her fingertips, as if feeling that newly born Devilish Qi slowly merging into her Meridians.

"How long have you stayed in the Devil Territory?"

Chu Sheng suddenly asked.

Yu Rumeng was slightly stunned: "Several hundred years."

Chu Sheng nodded: "Then you should know that the relationship among the three major forces is not as stable as it appears on the surface."

Yu Rumeng did not deny it: "Nine Nether Palace, Wanmo Hall, Blood God Sect—nominally they are three standing tripods, but in reality, they have always been probing each other. Neither can swallow the other, but neither is willing to truly back down."

She paused, her gaze falling back onto Chu Sheng: "Why are you asking these?"

Chu Sheng leaned against the back of the chair, his fingers tapping gently on the armrest twice.

He looked at her, as if rehearsing his wording in his heart, and then said: "How do you feel about becoming the Devil Sovereign?"

Yu Rumeng's movements paused for a moment.

She looked at him, as if confirming whether he was joking.

Then she shook her head: "You're joking. The position of Devil Sovereign isn't something anyone can sit on just because they want to. The three major forces each have their own calculations, and there is a bunch of old monsters squatting in the Demon Tomb; who dares say they can firmly sit in that position?"

Chu Sheng did not refute her words, but his gaze still fell on her, as if turning that idea over and over in his mind again to confirm that it was indeed feasible.

He felt that sitting in the main seat himself was indeed not very appropriate; running out to fight, kill, and collect towers and Devilish Qi was convenient for him.

But steadily managing a position in the Devil Territory was not his style.

He relied on the simulator for a living; fighting and killing in reality was fine, but if he really had to sit in a position and deal with the twists and turns of various forces, his head would ache just thinking about it.

But Yu Rumeng was not the same.

She was already a Devil King herself and had operated in the Devil Territory for several hundred years. She understood the networks of various forces much better than he did, and taking over would be much smoother.

If he helped her firmly sit in the position of Devil Sovereign, then he wouldn't have to worry about those trivial matters all day long. The territory of the Devil Territory would be equivalent to his back courtyard—he could come whenever he wanted and leave whenever he pleased.

Moreover, he still had Many Children, Many Blessings and Endless Vitality in his hands, which could completely provide her with continuous support from behind the scenes.

Thinking of this, a complete picture suddenly emerged in Chu Sheng's mind.

He would support Yu Rumeng to the position of Devil Sovereign, support Jiuer to the position of Demon Sovereign, and then he could rightfully step back behind the scenes.

At that time, he wouldn't even need to make a move personally; whenever anything happened, he could just let the two Sovereign-level figures step forward.

He could Cultivate whenever he wanted, slack off whenever he wanted, study the simulator whenever he wanted, and roam wherever he wanted.

He recalled the situation from his previous simulation as a flower-picking bandit.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

They curled higher and higher, finally turning into a completely unstoppable smile.

His gaze fell somewhere in the hall, as if appreciating a slowly unfolding scroll.

What were Devil Sovereigns and Demon Sovereigns anyway?

Sooner or later, wouldn't those scheming old bastards of the Twelve Giants be stepped under his feet?

By that time, he would stand aside, pointing out the country and casually slacking off. Without lifting a finger himself, the forces under his name would be able to suppress those old fogies so hard they couldn't even raise their heads.

But just as he was about to further daydream along this line of thought...

He suddenly felt the Demonic Qi of Infatuation inside his body gently fluctuate, like a basin of cold water poured down from the top of his head.

He was stunned for a moment, then carefully discerned the source of that fluctuation, discovering it was precisely the Demonic Qi of Infatuation.

Unknowingly, he had brushed through arrogance, Sloth, and lust.

He unconsciously stopped, lowered his head to glance at his palm, as if confirming that the fluctuation truly came from within his body rather than other reasons.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry; where was this his blueprint? It was clearly the Demonic Qi of Infatuation digging out the thoughts he already had deep in his heart.

Wrapping them in a gloss of "this is very feasible," and then securely stuffing them back into his brain.

The Devilish Qi itself had no malicious intent; it was simply operating according to its instinct.

"What are you smiling at?" Yu Rumeng's voice came from a few paces away, carrying a hint of vigilance and confusion.

Chu Sheng reined in his smile, straightened his body, and his tone returned to its normal calmness: "Nothing. I just feel that those old fogies probably don't have many good days left."