Ten Thousand Daos Demon Hall.
Wan Rendí sat upright in the main seat of the great hall, his gaze calm as he looked at the young man below the dais, a faint trace of gravity seeming to gather between his brows.
"Where have you been these past half month?"
Zhuge Liuyun had come to see him earlier, saying he felt troubled and wished to go down the mountain to gain experience.
Based on Wan Rendí's understanding of this disciple, he had likely been involved in today's affair.
"Sect Master, I visited a secret realm," Ling Xiao replied with a candid smile, his expression lacking much deference.
After all, he had grown up in the presence of two Divine Emperors since childhood; he was long accustomed to an Emperor's pressure.
"Oh? Xiao'er, let this matter rest, what do you say?" Wan Rendí suddenly let out a bitter laugh.
To think that he, a mighty Divine Emperor, a titan of the Holy State, would now have to use such a tone with someone at the Profound Clear Realm.
But Zhuge Liuyun was indeed his personal disciple, having grown up on Phantom Demon Mountain since childhood.
While his talent wasn't as dazzling as Ling Xiao's, his cultivation had long reached the peak of the Profound Clear Realm, just one step away from the Paragon Breakthrough.
Given Ling Xiao's character, now that he knew the Primordial Chaos Cauldron belonged to Zhuge Liuyun, he would absolutely not let him off easily.
Ling Xiao was indeed the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Daos Demon Sect, and monstrous enough.
Unfortunately, he was also the Young Master of the ancient Ling Clan.
Wan Rendí had known from the start that Ling Tianlin's purpose in sending Ling Xiao to the Ten Thousand Daos Demon Sect wasn't simple.
But out of respect for the two Divine Emperors, he couldn't refuse.
Sooner or later, however, Ling Xiao would return to his clan to inherit the Ling Clan's legacy.
If all the true disciples of the Ten Thousand Daos Demon Sect were killed by him, who would uphold the Demon Sect's inheritance?
"Hmm..." Ling Xiao understood Wan Rendí's meaning instantly.
Although both he and Zhuge Liuyun were nominally Wan Rendí's personal disciples, he himself had numerous other identities and was destined not to devote himself entirely to the Ten Thousand Daos Demon Sect.
Zhuge Liuyun was different; he was the successor Wan Rendí had cultivated from childhood, absolutely loyal.
Perhaps this was why Wan Rendí was willing to lower himself before him.
"Sect Master, I understand your meaning. If he no longer targets me, I can let bygones be bygones. But if he still thinks of killing me, then don't blame me for being impolite."
What a joke. The face of a Divine Emperor expert certainly must be given.
But Ling Xiao's words were also clear: if others don't offend me, I won't offend them; if others offend me, I will surely kill them.
"Hehe, Xiao'er, your father sent word earlier that it's only a few days until your engagement ceremony with the Saintess of the Dao Palace. If you have no urgent matters these next few days, return home once." Wan Rendí didn't continue the previous topic, instead bringing up Ling Xiao's engagement ceremony.
"Of course, when the time comes, this Emperor will also go to the Ling Clan to offer my personal congratulations."
"Thank you, Sect Master!" Ling Xiao nodded with a smile, a peerlessly beautiful figure surfacing in his mind.
Although he had never met that Dao Palace Saintess in person, he had seen her depiction in the Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion's pictorial album.
It was somewhat regrettable, however, that the Dao Palace Saintess named Nian Qingyun never showed her true face, always veiled behind a layer of white silk.
Who knew if she was truly devastatingly beautiful, or if one feature ruined the rest?
Of course, if it was the latter, even at the risk of offending the Ethereal Dao Palace, Ling Xiao would never agree to this marriage.
His woman must be one who could overshadow all others in the world, peerless and unmatched.
Tsk tsk, thinking about it actually makes me a little excited.
The Dao Palace Saintess, renowned for a beauty that could topple nations and disrupt all races.
Although he already had several stunning beauties around him now, they still seemed somewhat lacking compared to Nian Qingyun.
"Alright, you've just returned. Go and rest." Wan Rendí waved his hand. Ling Xiao bowed slightly, then turned and exited the hall.
Zhuge Liuyun.
You'd better not let me catch you.
Otherwise, how can a dead man prove what he has done?
Ling Xiao grinned sinisterly and walked towards his own cave dwelling.
The Phantom Demon Sacred Mountain towered tens of thousands of feet high.
Every true disciple of the Demon Sect had their own cultivation cave dwelling.
And Ling Xiao's dwelling was in the most prominent spot on the mountainside.
Adjacent to the Demon Hall, surrounded by curling white clouds, brimming with an ethereal aura.
It held a certain air of a paradise beyond the mortal world.
At this moment, in front of Ling Xiao's cave dwelling, Fu Yunyao stood in her cyan robes, waiting expectantly.
The shocks Ling Xiao had given her today were simply too many, so much so that she now felt inexplicably nervous.
"Senior Sister Fu." A warm laugh suddenly came from the forest path in the distance.
Fu Yunyao turned to see Ling Xiao in his black robes, arriving gracefully.
"Young Master!"
"Senior Sister Fu, there's no one else here. You can call me by my name. Speaking of which, when I first entered the Ten Thousand Daos Demon Sect, I relied on your care quite a bit." The warmth on Ling Xiao's face didn't seem feigned, yet a trace of panic and surprise flashed in Fu Yunyao's eyes.
Was this still the arrogant, tyrannical Ling scion whose eyes were always full of lust when looking at her?
How could it seem like he had become a different person after just half a month apart?
"Senior Sister Fu, don't just stand there. Come in quickly." Ling Xiao took hold of Fu Yunyao's jade-like hand and led her into the cave dwelling.
From his memories, Ling Xiao knew that Fu Yunyao had previously been little more than a plaything to him.
When he remembered, he would favor her; most of the time they spent together was in bed.
However, Fu Yunyao carried some Fortuna Value herself. While not as dazzling as Bai Zhixi's, it was still around nine hundred.
Moreover, she was pretty, with a gentle and graceful temperament, giving people a feeling of warmth like a spring breeze.
Someone like her didn't require Soul Suppression; just a little effort was enough to make her infatuated.
Coming from a minor noble family, able to step by step reach the position of true disciple, Fu Yunyao was certainly not simple.
But since she had her own desires, controlling her would be relatively easy.
Ling Xiao never planned to be sincere with every woman he met. When it came to using people, it was naturally about mutual benefit.
You covet my luxury, fine wine, and status; I crave your body. Everyone drinks and gets intimate together—wouldn't that be joyous?
"Young Master..." Fu Yunyao's pretty face flushed slightly, thinking Ling Xiao was pulling her into the room so urgently for that matter again.
But then, Ling Xiao suddenly pulled out a Qiankun Bag from his robes and tossed it casually onto the stone table in front of Fu Yunyao.
"Senior Sister Fu, I acquired some trinkets during my travels this time. See if there's anything you like."
This Qiankun Bag contained, of course, the divine artifacts offered to him by those forces from the Northern Wastes.
Although they were all low-grade, they were better than nothing; no one ever complained about having too many magical treasures.
Fu Yunyao was stunned, looking at Ling Xiao with disbelief.
She had already been thoroughly subdued by Ling Xiao's previous demeanor. Now, experiencing the young master's gentle side for the first time, her heart began to beat wildly for no reason.
Ding. Congratulations to the Host for winning the affection of a Son/Daughter of Fortune. Fortuna Value increased by 100.
"Affection already? Women really are easy to please/handle, huh." A smile curled at the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth as he pulled Fu Yunyao into his embrace.
"Senior Sister Fu, how about... you don't leave tonight."
"Mmm..." Fu Yunyao, who had never seen this side of Ling Xiao before, felt her heart practically melting from the warmth, and of course wouldn't refuse any of his requests.
Besides, Senior Sister has been quite lonely these days without her Junior Brother around.
Desire is real desire—does it distinguish between men and women?