Chapter 130 Maid "Look, Immortal Lord, your disciple is so terrifying. ...
"Who am I?" Song Duoyan's eyes were deep, a smile on the corners of his lips, and his face was gentle and kind. "You, Immortal Venerable, are truly forgetful. You clearly just met me not long ago, yet in just a few months, you've completely forgotten me. I, Song, am truly heartbroken."
The two gazes collided in mid-air. In a flash, an image flashed through Yun Wanzhou's mind, and his grip on the sword suddenly tightened. "Is it you?!"
Song Duoyan raised an eyebrow in appreciation and nodded, "It's me."
Xie Wuyang recovered from his shock and heard the conversation between the two. He turned around and asked, "Master, do you know him?"
Yun Wanzhou's fingertips hanging at one side suddenly tightened, his thin lips were pursed into a line, and his face became cold and gloomy.
Song Duoyan stepped forward and stood in front of them.
As they got closer, Xie Wuyang could even smell the fragrance coming from him, which seemed to be the scent of a woman's powder, mixed with the remnants of years of sandalwood incense. The mixture of various smells was strong and strange, making people dizzy after just two sniffs.
Xie Wuyang frowned and took two steps back calmly.
The townspeople behind him recovered from their shock and said with their eyes wide open, "Yes, it's the Demon Lord... He is the Demon Lord!"
"It really is the Demon Lord! Three years ago, the barrier of Ghost Demon Town was damaged. I saw the Demon Lord personally come and repair the boundary barrier."
"Now that the border barrier is intact, why would the Demon Lord suddenly come to Ghost Demon Town?"
The mayor was the first to come back to his senses. He knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed. "We didn't know the Demon Lord was coming. We failed to greet him. Please forgive me, Demon Lord."
The people behind him followed closely and fell to their knees.
"Welcome to the Demon Lord."
Song Duoyan waved his hand casually, as if he was very easy to talk to. "It's okay. Ignorance is not a crime."
The mayor said, "The Demon Lord is magnanimous."
Song Duoyan's eyes were fixed on Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou, and he said, "I came here today as an envoy to look for an old friend."
"I wonder who the Demon Lord wants to find?" The mayor raised his head and asked respectfully.
Song Duoyan leaned closer with a half-smile, meeting Xie Wuyang's eyes, "I found..."
"It was Yun Wanzhou, the Immortal Venerable of Cangqiong Mountain, who was hunted by the Immortal Sect and fled to the Demon Realm, and his disciples..."
"Thank you for being safe."
"Immortal Lord Cangqiong?!"
The mayor's pupils shrank, and he suddenly looked up at Yun Wanzhou. He felt dizzy and his head spun. He kowtowed twice on the ground, "Demon Lord, please spare me. Since I became mayor, I have always taken the safety of the demon clan as my own responsibility. I was caught off guard and allowed the immortal sect to sneak in. It was absolutely not intentional!"
Song Duoyan didn't even glance at him. Her upturned peach blossom eyes were filled with curiosity and inquiry as she stared intently at Xie Wuyang.
Anyone who is looked at like this would feel creepy and uncomfortable.
I don’t know if it was because of what Song Duoyan said just now, “You have my blood in your body”, but after looking at each other for a long time, Xie Wuyang vaguely saw a strange familiarity in these eyes.
There is actually...
Xie Wuyang's eyes met his own in Song Duoyan's pupils, his breath paused, and he felt his hair stand on end.
Song Duoyan's eyes are actually three-quarters similar to his own.
Noticing Xie Wuyang's abnormality, Yun Wanzhou calmly stood in front of him, blocking Song Duoyan's view. "I heard that the former Lord of the Demon Realm, Song Duoyan, died with Yicheng under the Fuguang Sword more than a thousand years ago. Now that he has suddenly appeared in the Demon Realm, I'm afraid it's not just a simple search for someone."
"The Immortal Venerable is truly clever." Song Duoyan's voice was ambiguous, making people feel uncomfortable. "I'm not here looking for anyone today. Instead, I'd like to invite the Immortal Venerable and his disciples to my Demon Palace for a chat."
Xie Wuyang sneered, "I'm afraid we and the Demon Lord haven't had the chance to reminisce about the past, right?"
Song Duoyan looked calm and confident of victory. He said, "Don't you want to know why you are carrying the magic pattern? Why Yun Wanzhou is fine while you are easily bewitched by the nightmare stone? And why..."
Song Duoyan lowered his voice, like a ghost in a hollow valley, and asked, "Can the Nightmare Stone be made the master?"
With every word Song Duoyan said, Xie Wuyang's heart sank a little, and in the end, he could hardly restrain himself and spoke out to stop her.
"That's enough." Xie Wuyang gritted his teeth, his face looking extremely ugly. "I don't want to know anything you said, and I don't care. I..."
"Let's go."
Xie Wuyang stopped talking abruptly and looked back.
Yun Wanzhou's face was cold, and his brows were more determined and cold than before.
The two looked at each other, and Yun Wanzhou held his hand and repeated, "Let's go."
"Immortal Yun is more aware of the current situation."
Song Duoyan's face suddenly lit up with smiles. In a very good mood, he called the attendants and ordered, "Prepare a carriage for the Immortal Master and his disciples. Then send a message to the Demon Palace, saying that the Master has invited distinguished guests to visit, and ask them to prepare well."
After giving all the instructions, Song Duoyan turned around and looked at the two of them, his eyes sparkling with joy, "Master Yunxian, thank you, please come in."
It wasn't until he got into the car with Yun Wanzhou that Xie Wuyang finally relaxed his suppressed emotions. He looked at Yun Wanzhou, wanting to say something but hesitant. Finally, he lowered his eyelids to hide the depressed mood in his eyes. "Master, if you want to know what my connection is with the Nightmare Stone, you can come back and make a decision later. If you agree now, aren't you afraid that Song Duoyan will suddenly cheat?"
Yun Wanzhou's hands on his knees curled up slightly. "Do you still remember what happened on the day of Lian Wu's interrogation?"
"When I was being tortured, it was Master who saved me. I also..."
"You injured the head elder of the Lianwu Sect."
"Master said that I hurt Jiang Shutong?" Xie Wuyang looked surprised.
"To be precise, someone is using your body to take over your body."
Xie Wuyang's breathing stagnated and he froze in place.
…
Five hundred years later, there was a civil strife in the Demon Palace. During the strife, a fire destroyed most of the Demon Palace. When the Demon Lord disappeared, there were heavy casualties in the Demon Palace.
Later, the Demon Lord returned and renovated the Demon Palace. Therefore, when Xie Wuyang succeeded to the throne, the Demon Palace was very different from its previous appearance.
This was the first time Xie Wuyang had set foot on this land since his rebirth.
Everywhere I looked, I felt a familiarity amidst the unfamiliarity, and along with it, the ambitions and aspirations I once held in high positions vanished. In its place was a different kind of feeling, akin to returning to my homeland.
On the long stone steps is a demon palace that rises into the clouds. It is surrounded by black fog that does not disperse for a long time.
The black fog has plagued the demon clan for thousands of years, a tale told by the souls of the fallen demons. The demon people have suffered for a long time.
Five hundred years later, Xie Wuyang tried several methods to get rid of it, but to no avail.
Now that I think about it, even though Song Duoyan has been hiding his identity in the demon world for a thousand years, he still couldn't completely destroy this thing. I wonder if the demon world will ever see the light of day again.
Xie Wuyang looked up, his eyes falling on the exquisitely crafted palace gate at the end of the stone steps. He remembered that when he was young and was brought back by Madam Xie, the scene was the same when he first arrived in the Demon Clan.
But his old friend was gone, and Xie Wuyang couldn't even figure out who he was.
Song Duoyan's extravagance is even more popular than Xie Wuyang's.
There was singing and dancing in the front hall of the Demon Palace, and several tables were set with fine wine and delicious food.
For some reason, Song Duoyan put on the mask again and sat at the head of the table, leaning sideways. Several beautiful maids beside him poured wine and served him food, while two others massaged his shoulders and legs.
Seeing Xie Wuyang looking at him, Song Duoyan raised his hand and gestured, "Mr. Xie, you grew up in the Immortal Sect and have probably long forgotten the taste of demon food. Why don't you try it? Are you afraid that I've poisoned the food?"
Xie Wuyang said nothing.
Song Duoyan smiled without saying anything and waved to the side.
The two maids who served him immediately followed the movements of his hand, tapped their toes lightly on the stage, their red gauze skirts fluttered, their waists twisted, their eyes were charming, and their steps were light. They bowed their heads to Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou one after another.
"Sir, you are from the immortal sect. Have you ever tasted the fine wine of my demon clan?" The maid raised her slender white hand and picked up the wine pot. Her snow-white wrist was faintly visible under the gauze.
Xie Wuyang moved to the other side calmly and said, "I don't drink."
"Sir, would you like some food?" The maidservant replaced the wine jug and picked up one of the dishes. "This is a delicacy unique to the demon world. It's made from pickled demon beast cores. One bite can increase your spiritual power by a year."
The maidservant pressed forward, falling onto Xie Wuyang like a boneless person, rubbing her half-exposed breasts against him. "Young Master, would you like to try it?"
Intent is visible.
In the past, in order to curry favor with him, the elders of the demon clan had sent various beauties to him in an attempt to please him.
However, Xie Wuyang had no interest in lust at all. After hitting a wall many times, he realized that this approach was not feasible, so he gave up.
Song Duoyan had never met him before, so what was going on with him now?
Xie Wuyang frowned, looking in Song Duoyan's direction with a puzzled look. But out of the corner of his eye, he happened to see Yun Wanzhou sitting upright, the maid who had come down with him holding a wine glass to his lips. Her body was so delicate that she was practically leaning into Yun Wanzhou's arms.
Xie Wuyang's head buzzed, and he immediately slammed the table and stood up, startling the maid who was next to him and causing her to fall to the ground.
"Mr. Xie, what are you doing?" Song Duoyan's brows were frivolous, and there was a hint of teasing in his eyes.
"I..." Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, his eyes fixed on the maid beside Yun Wanzhou, as if he wanted to scratch her.
The maid trembled, tugged at Yun Wanzhou's sleeve in fear, and said coquettishly, "Look, Immortal Lord, your disciple is so terrifying."
Yun Wanzhou calmly pulled out his sleeves and took a sip of wine. "He's always like this. Don't be offended, young lady."
The Immortal Lord of the Sky was known for his cold and unsympathetic nature, his name resonating with the world of cultivation. However, the maid had never met Yun Wanzhou in person, and she felt that no matter how cold and unsympathetic he was, he couldn't escape the nature of men. Yun Wanzhou was also handsome and courteous, which only made the maid even more eager.
Even if it's just a night of spring, it's a blessing in life to be favored by such a banished immortal man.
Thinking of this, the maid blinked, tears immediately filling her eyes, and she shed them like a pear blossom in the rain. "He is the Immortal Master's disciple, how dare I blame him? I've heard there's an old saying in the human world, 'If a teacher doesn't teach strictly, he's lazy.'"
The maid raised her red-nailed hand and gently slid it along Yun Wanzhou's forearm. Her eyes were like autumn water, and she spoke teasingly, "Your Majesty, please compensate me well."
The maid pursed her lips, shaking Yun Wanzhou's arm in a coquettish manner, while looking back at Xie Wuyang, her voice so coquettish that it made one's scalp tingle, "Your Majesty, look, this young man is glaring at me."
Xie Wuyang gritted his teeth and looked at the maid holding Yun Wanzhou's hand, his eyes blazing with anger.
Back then, those demon kings had offered him all sorts of stunning beauties, and even after all these years as the Demon Lord, he hadn't even touched one. Yun Wanzhou, on the other hand, let the men sent by Song Duoyan do whatever they wanted. The maidservants around him were practically clinging to him, but couldn't he sense it?
Or was it that he was really attracted by the pretty face of this woman?
But it was clear that not long ago Yun Wanzhou was with him, with him...
Although he was the one who forced Yun Wanzhou first, didn't Yun Wanzhou refuse later?
Since that's the case, he can't allow Yun Wanzhou to be a fickle person!
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang seemed to have made up his mind. He clenched his fists and stepped forward. Without waiting for anyone to react, he grabbed the maid's hand and angrily said, "Are all of you demons so shameless?"
"Sir, you're joking," the maid met Xie Wuyang's gaze without a hint of weakness. "We demon women don't follow the rules of the human world. If I see someone I like and want to have sex with them, it's consensual, so what's wrong with that?"
"Is it consensual?" Xie Wuyang's chest shook with anger. He slowly pried the maid's hands apart, his dark eyes churning with emotion. "What if he has a Taoist partner?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everything fell silent. Even Yun Wanzhou, the person involved, was completely unaware of this and was stunned.
The maid was stunned, her eyes widening in disbelief: "He has a Taoist partner?"
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