Nightmeng saw this, his mouth curving into a faint smile, but his eyes hid a hint of gentle warmth that was not easily noticed.
He gently patted Yuyao's shoulder, speaking in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Don't pay him any mind, that guy is just fond of joking around."
She nodded slightly, the flush on her face subsiding slightly, and then curiously looked around.
The demon realm indeed lives up to its reputation, with a sea of flowers where butterflies dance and bees buzz, with exotic flowers and rare herbs blooming together. The air is filled with a faint fragrance that soothes the soul.
In the distance, a few towering mountains pierce the sky, surrounded by clouds and mist. In the midst of it all, palace pavilions can be faintly seen, exuding an air of celestial grace. However, it also retains the unique charm of the demon realm.
"Nightmeng, have you ever been to the demon realm before?"
Yuyao turned to ask Nightmeng beside her, her eyes flickering with curiosity.
Although this man has always been in the bottomless abyss of a million demons, it is impossible that he has never come out before.
How could the people of six realms know about him if he had never emerged from the abyss?
Nightmeng shook his head and muttered, "I came here long ago, I remember. At that time, the ruler of the demon realm was not Whitecang, but a white fox with nine tails named Baiyu."
Whitecang heard the two talking, his fan in hand being swiftly rolled up. He raised an eyebrow at Nightmeng and laughed lightly, "You're talking about my grandfather."
"You grandfather?"
Yuyao turned to look at Whitecang, curiously asking.
Whitecang nodded, his expression slightly complicated. He spoke slowly, "Seven thousand years ago, my grandfather returned to the chaotic realm. My father had a carefree nature, disliking the mundane affairs of the demon realm. Thus, the position of the master of the demon realm fell upon me. To be honest, I was pushed into this role like a duck being forced onto an upper stage. However, since I've taken this position, I naturally have to bear this responsibility."
Yuyao looked at Whitecang, her eyes showing understanding, "Whitecang, considering your carefree and undisciplined nature, always eager to join in the fun, and being known for charming girls across the six realms, it's hard to imagine you could take on the heavy responsibility of being the ruler of the demon realm."
In the original owner's memory, Whitecang was certainly well-known for his love affairs with girls across the six realms. Whether they were female immortals, goddesses, female demons, or female devils, as long as they caught his eye, he would basically pursue them.
Caught the hearts of many girls with his charm, making them fall in love with him without reservation.
But this lout, after charming them, never took responsibility. He would always vanish at critical moments, breaking countless women's hearts in the shadows.
Even more outrageous, this lout even chased girls from the human world.
But better than Chu Yuan that bastard was that Whitecang, although he loved to chase after women, he treated every woman he had ever chased very well.
Like durian fruits, each one is a gem to him, but there are just too many gems on his tip.
Whitecang listened to her words and laughed heartily, opening his fan and fanning it gently, "Little divine daughter, you must not underestimate me. Although I love to have fun, I am never lacking in crucial moments. As the ruler of the demon realm, I took on this position and naturally have to take responsibility for it. As for those romantic affairs, they are just some small pleasures in life."
Nightmeng, even though he has been residing in the abyss of a million demons for a long time and seldom comes out, is also aware of Whitecang's habit of accumulating love debts.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at Whitecang: "You still need to be careful, don't overdo it, or you might cause some trouble."
Whitecang listened to his words and was slightly stunned, then he laughed heartily and opened his fan, gently fanning it.
"Nightmeng, you're overthinking. Although I Whitecang enjoy chasing after girls, I've never wronged anyone. Those are just mere entertainment. Moreover, in the six realms, there is no woman who can truly capture my heart."
He was speaking the truth; playing and loving are two different things.
Yuyao shook her head, without saying anything.
Whether Whitecang behaved well or not, she didn't need to speak about it. Her reminder was enough, and saying too much might not be good.
As they spoke, the three of them had arrived at the entrance of the demon realm. A massive archway stood before them, inscribed with the characters "Demon Realm," with strong and forceful brush strokes and an imposing presence.
The archway was carved with various patterns, lifelike, as if they were about to break free from their constraints and gallop out.
The air around the archway was filled with a mystical aura, starkly different from the coldness of the celestial realm, exuding a sense of freedom and wildness everywhere.
On both sides of the archway, stood rows of demonic soldiers, all of them with robust physiques and sharp eyes. Seeing Whitecang appear, they promptly bowed respectfully.
"We serve the demon lord."
Whitecang waved his hand, indicating for them to proceed.
Then he led Yuyao and Nightmeng into the heart of the demon realm.
"This is the demon realm. You must be careful, as everything in the demon realm has its own spirit, and their ways vary greatly. However, most of them are straightforward in nature and have clear preferences."
Whitecang swaying his fan, introduced with a leisurely expression.
His expression was filled with pride for his own territory.
Yuyao and Nightmeng exchanged glances and smiled at each other, then followed Whitecang into the demon realm.
As soon as they stepped into the realm, they saw a group of small demons of various shapes and sizes approaching them. Some transformed into human form, others were half-human and half-beast, or showed their true creaturely features.
For example, some transformed into human form but still had a fox tail or rabbit ears, while others had a pair of curved horns.
They looked just like the bull king from some drama.
Some were curious, some were reverent, and some whispered among themselves.
Clearly curious about Yuyao and Nightmeng, but upon seeing Whitecang, their faces were filled with respect and fear, and their murmurs were significantly reduced.
Yuyao observed this in her eyes, subtly raising an eyebrow, and looking at Whitecang, she said in surprise, "They seem to be quite afraid of you."
This guy's character is quite good, not at all like a person who is cruel and ruthless.
However, one cannot judge a book by its cover. To maintain the position of the ruler of the demon realm, he couldn't possibly be as straightforward as he seems on the surface.
Whitecang heard this and curved his lips in a faint smile, gently patting the handles of his fan on his palm, pretending to be profound, "Oh? Are they afraid of me? Hahaha, maybe it's because of my appearance that they find me intimidating, or maybe they've heard my so-called 'heroic deeds.'"
Yuyao covered her mouth and laughed lightly, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes, "Heroic deeds? Tell me more about it. I'm curious to hear."
In the memories of the original host, it seems that nothing major had happened in the demon realm, and there was no mention of Whitecang doing anything excessively cruel.
The most common thing heard about him was that he had seduced someone, accumulated a lot of love affairs, and caused girls to search for their lovers, becoming a topic of conversation among celestial and demonic beings during their leisure time.
Of course, it's also possible that the news was suppressed by Whitecang and remained within the demon realm, unknown to the six realms.
Nightmeng did not speak on the side, but his mouth slightly curled upwards, and there was a hint of interest in his deep eyes.
Whitecang looked at the two of them and gave a mysterious shake of his head, fanning it in the air, leading them deeper into the demon realm.
"Let's leave this story for another time, and instead let's enjoy ourselves by exploring the demon realm first, and then I will slowly tell you about it. The demon realm is not only home to beautiful landscapes but also countless oddities and mysteries, guaranteeing a delightful experience for you two."
Following Whitecang's lead, Yuyao and Nightmeng stepped into the heart of the demon realm's inner territory.
The scenery around them changed abruptly, as if they had stepped through a time and space rift, and arrived in a bizarre and colorful new world.
A riot of colorful flowers bloomed, emitting a fragrant aroma, attracting bees and butterflies to flutter and dance.
In the distance, through the misty clouds, towering palaces and buildings arranged in an orderly manner could be seen, presenting a serene and mysterious scene.
"Look over there, that's the 'Wanling Lake' in the demon realm. The water can reflect the heart of all things. If one has an evil mind, the lake will reveal the ugliness of their heart."
Whitecang pointed to a distant lake with shimmering waves, excitedly introducing it.
Yuyao raised an eyebrow in surprise, her gaze directed towards that direction, "Is it really that amazing?"
"Of course, Little Divine Lady, you must give it a try."
Whitecang gently swayed his fan in his hand and smilingly asked.
Her eyes were beautiful, but she shook her head slightly, "Better not."
As a task force member, she had many secrets. If any inappropriate things were seen by Nightmeng, it would be interesting indeed.
Nightmeng's expression was surprised. He had expected Little Divine Lady to be curious and want to try it, but she was withstanding the temptation.
He chuckled, his deep voice laced with a touch of jest, "What? Is Little Divine Lady afraid that her innermost thoughts will be known to us?"
That's the only reason he could think of.
Yuyao rolled her eyes at him, her cheeks slightly flushed, "That's not it. I just feel that while this lake is quite amazing, it also makes me a bit uneasy."
Whitecang and Nightmeng exchanged a glance, understanding that she didn't want her innermost secrets to be peered into, so they did not press further.
However, the two of them did not pay much attention to it. Who doesn't have some secrets? It's normal not to want others to know.
Whitecang laughed heartily and turned his gaze to Nightmeng, "Since Little Divine Lady doesn't want to try, what about you, Dark God? Will you give it a shot?"
Nightmeng gave a glance at Whitecang, shook his head and said, "No, let's go somewhere else."
He had no interest in allowing others to peer into his innermost thoughts and secrets.
Whitecang laughed twice, said nothing, and led the two of them to the next place.
While Yuyao and Nightmeng were playing in the demon realm.
In the heavens, the Yunyuan Palace, floating high above the nine skies, was shrouded in mist, giving off an aura of solemnity and mystery.
This is the residence of Lord Chu Yuan in the celestial realm.
At this moment, the sacred palace was filled with a faint sense of loneliness and desolation, as if the air itself was permeated with a subtle melancholy.
Lord Chu Yuan, dressed in white clothes as pure as snow, had black hair like ink and eyes that were frozen over for a thousand years. He appeared to be beyond the mortal world.
He sat motionless on the bed of nine heavens cold jade, his eyes closed, his mind focused, with a faint aura of divine power swirling around him.
Being punished to close himself in seclusion for a thousand years by the celestial emperor was not only a punishment, but also a long journey of inner cultivation for him.
Inside Yunyuan Palace, time seemed to stand still, with every second and every minute feeling unbearably long.
Lord Chu Yuan began to reflect on what true love was, what responsibility meant, and whether he truly loved Wanruo.
How could he love Wanruo if he watched her being taken away by celestial soldiers and officers, sent to reincarnate and accept the punishment of being a prostitute for ten times?
If he wanted to resist, with his strength, the celestial emperor could not do anything about him. He could live a carefree life as an immortal.
The celestial emperor would certainly try to keep him, in order to consolidate the power of the celestial realm. Naturally, he wouldn't punish Wanruo either.
However, he remained silent, allowing Wanruo to beg him in every possible way, but without a reaction.
After all, he was ultimately selfish and cold-hearted.
He did love Wanruo, but not as much as he thought he did. Not enough to be willing to sacrifice everything for her.
It was also for his own selfish desires, deeply hurting Yuji, the goddess who had once been filled with love and admiration for him. He had also hurt her by treating her like a mere tool to make him smile, by serving and pleasing her as a wife.
He closed his eyes slightly, and his thoughts flooded in like a tidal wave.
There was a mix of longing for Wanruo and guilt towards Yuji.
