Fu Mingxu dared not look at Han Tao's expression, and nodded stiffly, "Yes, sir, you may go first."
Without thinking much, Youheng walked out.
Fu Mingxu lagged behind, secretly glancing at Han Tao, and whispered, "This is the best way too. I'll go see You Shu; she definitely knows where the demon spirit was born."
“Your idea is brilliant.” Han Tao’s gaze fell on the pristine white surface with an almost tangible intensity. “I’ll go with you.”
It felt like tiny sparks of fire falling on cool skin. Fu Mingxu quickly covered his calves, his toes curling up.
He wanted to ask Han Tao how he was going to go with him, but when he met the other's deep eyes, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
Si Yang, standing to one side, waved his hand and said, "I'll stay here and work out some things."
Even without using spiritual energy, he believed that Han Tao could follow Fu Mingxu silently; otherwise, wouldn't this Mahayana stage be nothing more than a facade?
...
The sedan chair had already arrived outside the hot spring. Seeing him walking slowly, Youheng frowned and said, "Why are you walking so slowly?"
Fu Mingxu tugged at the hem of his robe and explained, "Well, it's my first time wearing clothes like this, so I'm a little uncomfortable."
Although she found his walking posture quite strange, Youheng didn't think much of it and just urged him with her eyes to get into the sedan chair quickly.
Unlike the sedan chair the Demon Lord had ridden in, the sedan chair that landed in front of them, though also surrounded by fluttering red veils, was noticeably smaller. The fluttering red veils were also ordinary, barely enough to conceal a person's figure.
Fu Mingxu practically crawled onto the sedan chair with his legs stretched out, his posture extremely awkward.
Once he was settled and away from the hot spring area, he looked around warily and, seeing only the demon servants carrying the sedan chair, quickly bent down and rubbed his thigh.
His face was flushed, clearly indicating that what he was about to do was extremely challenging for him.
His thighs felt only slightly tight, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't loosen the bindings even a little bit.
Only when beads of sweat appeared on his forehead did he bend down and coax in a low voice, "Even if you want to follow me, you can turn into a bracelet."
A deep, cold voice came from within his mind: "This place is even more secluded."
Fu Mingxu was stunned by his shamelessness, and his voice was filled with anger as he transmitted to him: "Then you didn't have to do this!"
Yes, Han Tao's method of following him silently was to transform into a shrunken dragon and attach himself to Han Tao's thigh as a leg ring.
The cool touch sent a shiver down my spine.
Seeing that he remained silent, Fu Mingxu had no choice but to continue coaxing him: "I feel so cold when you're curled up there."
Immediately afterwards, he felt the coldness replaced by warmth, and the heat flowed continuously into his skin. After a while, his whole body was enveloped in an indescribable warmth.
Wow, this dragon can even regulate its body temperature automatically!
Fu Mingxu had a terrible headache, so he simply threatened, "Han Tao, if you keep doing this, I'll really get angry."
Finally, the heat source disappeared, and a slightly cool touch returned, followed by Han Tao's muffled voice: "Don't be angry."
"Then you were stuck there."
"Um."
Fu Mingxu breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a response, but then he felt a slight coolness creeping across his thigh, which startled him so much that his whole body tensed up.
What is Han Tao trying to do?
The coolness started from his thighs, passed through his waist and lower abdomen, and finally went across his chest to his arms, stopping above the crook of his arm.
Even after the sedan chair stopped, Fu Mingxu was still not in a state of shock.
When the tip of his tail inadvertently peeked out from somewhere, he was already too exhausted to curse.
"Heh." He sneered, pinched his arm hard, and then cut off the telepathic communication with Han Tao.
The demon general we mentioned earlier stood impatiently in front of the demon palace. "Come down and follow me."
Fu Mingxu stepped down from the sedan chair, one hand pressing down on the hem, a look of trepidation on his face.
Unlike its appearance from a distance, the Demon Palace appears even more majestic up close under the dim sky, especially the royal palace, which is predominantly dark with large areas of red, creating a dazzling display of colors.
Fu Mingxu followed behind the demon general and discovered that the closer they got to the depths of the palace, the rarer the demonic plants appearing on both sides of the road became. Although he had only ever seen the Demon King Flower among the demonic plants of the Demon Realm, there were many records about it in the inheritance he had received.
He was so moved by the sight that tears welled up in his eyes.
"We're here. Go in by yourself." The demon general didn't even glance at him before leaving after saying this.
Fu Mingxu nodded slightly, his expression impeccable.
For some reason, the demon general added, "The other person is already inside the hall. I hope you can get along peacefully."
Fu Mingxu withdrew his gaze from the magical plant and smiled, "That's natural."
Once he was sure the demon general wouldn't dare to play any tricks, the demon general left with peace of mind.
Fu Mingxu watched his retreating figure until he saw him guarding the entrance to the palace. Then he turned around and focused his gaze on the ancient and heavy palace gate.
He instinctively touched the area above his arm and felt a small bump, which inexplicably brought him peace of mind.
"Squeak."
He pushed open the door, and a cool, damp aura carrying pure demonic energy rushed towards him.
The chaotic energy instantly swept over his body, silently dissolving the wisps of demonic energy that had invaded.
The palace roof was inlaid with many luminous pearls. Fu Mingxu stepped over the gate, and the area was as bright as day, making him feel that this was not the Demon Realm with its yellow sand, but some major sect of the human race.
He had only taken a few steps when he saw a man lying on the ground, vomiting blood.
"You think you're worthy?" an angry voice rang out.
Fu Mingxu was taken aback, recognizing the voice of Shen Ange, whom he hadn't heard in a long time.
He quickly took two steps and recognized that the person lying on the ground was Han Huan, who had come with them, while Shen Ange was standing not far away, glaring angrily.
Beside her, You Shu, dressed in red, sat lazily in the main seat, gently stroking the back of her hand repeatedly, as if to comfort her: "Alright, Ge'er, don't be angry anymore."
A song?
As the two were talking, Han Huan coughed up another mouthful of blood and then collapsed unconscious.
Perhaps the scene had a great impact on him, because no matter how he looked at it, Fu Mingxu felt that something was strange.
Shen Ange clearly noticed his arrival as well, and frowned upon seeing him, saying impatiently, "Why is there another one?"
Remembering that he was still wearing a mask, Fu Mingxu quickly said, "An Ge, it's me."
Shen Ange was visibly startled when she heard the familiar voice, then suddenly realized and exclaimed, "Mingxu!"
She ran down excitedly, her eyes scanning Fu Mingxu up and down: "Why are you dressed like this?"
As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and snorted, "No wonder the Demon Lord said he could bring you in; so that's how it was done."
"Thanks to her for planning all this time."
You Shu quickly interrupted her, "Ge'er, let Fellow Daoist Fu go to the side hall to change his clothes first."
Fu Mingxu tightened his legs and nodded: "Yes, yes."
He really didn't want to wear this outfit anymore.
Knowing his thoughts, Shen Ange smiled mischievously, "If Lord Han saw this, he would definitely be completely infatuated with you."
Fu Mingxu took it as a joke and knew there was no danger here. He hurriedly rushed into a side hall and reached out to take off his clothes.
"Let me help you."
In the deserted side hall, a tall figure appeared out of nowhere.
A note from the author:
Han Tao: It's better if I handle this kind of thing.
Chapter 83
When Fu Mingxu came out with a tense face, Han Tao followed silently behind him.
Han Huan, who was lying on the ground, had been moved to one side and it seemed she wouldn't wake up for a while.
Han Tao glanced down at the person on the ground, his fingers twitched slightly, and a dragon's breath landed on him.
The soul that was awakening within Han Huan's body and preparing to take over her body suddenly felt an extremely strong binding force. It was as if the soul had fallen into an endless glacial abyss, frozen by the extreme cold, and instantly lost all perception of the outside world.
"Was he not completely unconscious?" Shen Ange watched as the unconscious person on the ground convulsed for a moment, and then fell silent.
She widened her eyes when she saw the person behind Fu Mingxu.
One person enters, two people exit?
The two had dropped their pretenses, one in a blue robe and the other in black, standing one behind the other. When Fu Mingxu stopped, the tall, imposing man lowered his golden eyes, and an unconscious intimacy emanated from between them.
Shen Ange always felt that she had missed something.
The main hall was spacious and deep, with only the light of the luminous pearl pouring down. The group of people stood facing each other, speechless for a moment.
Fu Mingxu broke the silence, "An Ge, why haven't you responded to my messages?"
Shen Ange exclaimed "Ah," turned to look at You Shu, then turned away again before saying, "A-Shu said that the Demon Realm is particularly sensitive to spiritual energy, and it will know if it discovers someone using spiritual energy to send a message."
“A-Shu has just taken the throne of the Demon Lord. If other demons discover that there is a human by our side, we may be in danger.”
"So, I shut down the communication channel early on."
Is that so? Fu Mingxu didn't think Shen Ange would lie. He just glanced at You Shu suspiciously, but the other party looked calm and let them look at her.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while. After learning that Shen Ange was safe and that Uncle Chang had taken her parents' ashes back for burial, and that she stayed to help You Shu secure her position as Demon Lord in order to express her gratitude, he didn't ask any more questions.
You Shu's gaze remained fixed on Shen Ange as she listened quietly to their conversation.
After the two finished speaking, Han Tao slowly asked, "Does Demon Lord You Shu have any other brothers or sisters?"
As if guessing why he asked that question, You Shu nodded: "Lord Han is right. I do have a twin brother named You Shu."
Her voice carried a natural allure, yet she spoke with composure, as if recounting a long-ago story.
“Our mother was a concubine of the previous Demon Lord. It is just as difficult for demons to get pregnant as it is for cultivators to have offspring, but it is an extremely ominous thing for a demon to give birth to twins.”
"There can only be one throne, which means that twins will inevitably fight each other and cause turmoil."
The demon race reveres the law of the jungle; they crave supreme power, as well as plunder and bloodshed.