Zheng Nuanshou’s face went deathly pale.
She had been so cautious, and yet she’d still been caught—was this divine will?
“By the Ancestor of the Exorcism Immortal Sect, maybe I truly have no way to restore our former glory!”
Seeing Zheng Nuanshou silent, Bai Qingsong didn’t grow angry; instead, he rubbed his palms together in delight.
“Oh, great Demon God, you truly favor me!”
“Although that unknown black-cloaked man has messed with me twice, you’ve now sent me such a beautiful immortal maiden.”
Tsk tsk tsk, heaven surely has eyes!
“Seal her immortal power and bring her to my chamber,” Bai Qingsong proclaimed excitedly as he backed away. “Today, I’ll slaughter my way to glory!”
But at that moment, an ill-timed voice rang out.
“Wait a moment!”
Those words instantly infuriated Bai Qingsong. He spun around and roared, “Who dares cry ‘wait’? I’m in the middle of celebrating—who dares stand in my way!”
Before his words even died away, a sharp smack rang out as a hand struck his cheek.
The sound was so loud every demon present instinctively pressed a hand to their own face. Ouch—it must have hurt!
Bai Qingsong was stunned. But when he saw the black-cloaked Ye Yu return, he immediately dropped to his knees.
“Was it wrong for me to say ‘wait’?” Ye Yu’s voice was calm, yet laced with lethal intent.
Bai Qingsong stammered, “No, of course not! Brother, I just realized from this angle you look incredibly handsome. From now on, whenever you come, I’ll always admire you like this—okay?”
The demons around exchanged bewildered looks. Was this still the mighty Demon Lord they remembered? Why did he now resemble a groveling hound?
Even Zheng Nuanshou was stunned. What on earth was happening? Why, the moment this black-cloaked man appeared, had the Demon Lord become so abject? And was he saying “wait” to save her?
The question was answered soon enough. Ye Yu pulled down his hood, revealing his true face.
“Nuanshou, you! What are you doing in the Demon Realm? If I hadn’t come back, you’d have been in real trouble!”
Indeed, Ye Yu had set off but halfway felt uneasy. Perhaps Xu Nanqiao wasn’t in the Heavenly Realm anymore; just one brush mightn’t suffice. So he planned to take four items, traveling through each realm, having Little Meng swallow one at each stop—that would guarantee success.

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