The Demon Concubine of God

Near the mass graves on the outskirts of the capital, a group of people suddenly set up camp. It was as if this group of people had appeared out of nowhere. Because this group of people was relatively well-behaved and far away from the common people, very few people knew about them.

The current Dajue is beset by internal and external troubles. Moreover, the monarch sitting on the throne was once too young and ignorant to consolidate power. Now, the internal and external courts are filled with a mixture of righteous and evil forces, and he is too preoccupied with his own affairs to care for himself. As a result, he has become deaf and blind to other matters.

Lord Shen, sitting in the main tent of the military camp, held a string of prayer beads in his hand and always silently recited scriptures when he had nothing to do, truly resembling a Bodhisattva with supernatural powers that were both internal and external.

The thought that the tyrannical and incompetent emperor sitting high in the court was about to be replaced caused Lord Shen's face to become as expressionless as a Buddha statue, and he couldn't help but smile slightly. This subtle expression was something he himself did not even notice.

This is the old man's confidence in making a comeback and never being defeated.

At this moment, Shen Shuyu, the lovely maid who served her closely outside the tent, lifted the tent flap and came in from outside, carrying a bowl of nourishing soup in her hand.

As soon as he stood in the tent, he and Lord Shen locked eyes.

Lord Shen's eyes swept over him, and this natural action happened very quickly.

But now he has been rejuvenated, and his eyes, which were originally dim and blurry, have regained their youthful sharpness thanks to the miraculous effect of rejuvenation.

He caught a clear glimpse of the crimson mark at the half-covered neckline of Shen Shuyu.

Lord Shen glanced at Shen Shuyu quickly, then once again sat like a Bodhisattva on a lotus throne, half-closing his eyes and muttering incantations.

Shen Shuyu also glanced quickly at Lord Shen, but he acted like a gentle and skillful housekeeper, smiling and tenderly serving the tonic soup to Lord Shen. He first extended his slender hand to fan the fragrant breeze emanating from the soup to Lord Shen's nose. Once he was sure that Lord Shen had smelled the aroma, he chuckled and said, "Lord Shen, you can still remain unmoved? This soup is a new recipe specially prepared by the Immortal Venerable today. Doesn't Lord Shen intend to ask me what new ingredients were added to this secret recipe and what special effects they have?"

Upon hearing this, Lord Shen slowly opened his eyes and carefully examined the color of the tonic soup.

He smiled and nodded with satisfaction, took the bowl of soup, and said gently to Shen Shuyu, "It's really fortunate that you're here."

Shen Shuyu shook her head and said, "It is thanks to you that I have this opportunity. No matter what, I will never forget your kindness in recognizing and rewarding me, my lord."

Having reached this point, the two tacitly changed the subject. Lord Shen turned his face towards the outside of the tent and said, "You just came from the Immortal Venerable's place. These past few days have drained the Immortal Venerable of much of his cultivation. Fortunately, you were there to comfort him. This scheme I set up this time can only succeed with the Immortal Venerable's boundless power. Now I have fewer and fewer bargaining chips at my disposal. Looking back on everything that has happened, I can only sigh with regret. I never imagined that I, who had such a smooth life, would end up in this situation. However, since this plan has succeeded, all the humiliation and hardship I have endured has been worthwhile."

Shen Shuyu squatted down, like a pet dog with a rouge-scented breeze, clinging to Lord Shen's leg, her exquisitely made-up face pressed against Lord Shen's hand.

The two of them, in a way that showed mutual appreciation, were immersed in each other's emotions.

However, these two men, filled with ambition and blood feud, did not remain immersed in their conflict for long because of the arrival of one person.

A voice suddenly said in my ear, "Since it is such a crucial Immortal Venerable, why not bring him to me for a meeting?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, the two immediately looked up at the person.

Upon seeing that it was indeed Shen Wen who had barged in alone, the changes in their expressions were absolutely fascinating.

Excitement, resentment, and a touch of anticipation, which then transformed into a deep bond of mutual understanding and camaraderie.

"It's really you!"

That was Shen Shuyu's cool voice.

"I knew you'd come here to investigate sooner or later... Humph! You're asking for it!"

That was Lord Shen's cool voice.

Shen Wen gave him a look of renewed appreciation and said, "So confident? It seems that the powerful figure behind our Lord Shen is truly capable. Why don't you... bring it out for a spin? Let me see what kind of donkey it really is?"

Lord Shen sneered, "It seems you really do have some of my Shen family blood in you. Your cursing skills are almost on par with mine."

Shen Wen leisurely looked at her beautiful nails and said, "So you've agreed, then stop dawdling and go find someone to call him out."

When Lord Shen thought of the awe-inspiring weapons in Shen Wen's hands, and recalled the scene of easily destroying the Blood Talisman, Lord Shen's heart skipped a beat, and half of his previously confident plan was shattered.

Shen Shuyu, however, had no such concerns. With his most hated enemy right in front of him, he had no time to guess what Lord Shen was thinking. He simply followed his own heart and snorted coldly, "You just wait! If you have the guts, don't you dare run away!"

The way Shen Wen looked at Shen Shuyu at this moment was as if she were looking at a small, menacing insect. She had perfectly captured that look of looking down on all living beings. And it was precisely because of this that it was like a needle piercing someone's eye, instantly making Shen Shuyu jump in anger.

But Shen Shuyu did jump up, and then he realized helplessly that this delicate beauty of his was completely helpless against Shen Wen.

Shen Shuyu pouted, her lungs bulging with anger, and she stubbornly turned her head away.

Just then, they heard a faint noise coming from a certain direction above them. This sound brought Lord Shen and Shen Shuyu back to reality, and they couldn't help but look up.

I watched for a while, until I felt the sound had disappeared, before I looked away.

When they looked at Shen Wen, they found her looking at them with a happy smile. This cheerful expression gave the two of them an ominous feeling.

The sudden commotion on the ground drew their attention.

When they saw the man on the ground, looking like a defeated prisoner, they were instantly shocked and their mouths dropped open.

"This? How is this possible?"

That was Shen Shuyu's high-pitched voice.

"You, Immortal Venerable?"

This was Lord Shen's shocked tone.

Lord Shen was truly unsettled; he instinctively moved closer to the injured immortal on the ground.

Only when he got closer and clearly saw the celestial being's miserable defeat did Lord Shen's initial shock subside once again.

Standing not far away, Shen Wen elegantly raised an eyebrow, realizing that she was now slightly ahead.

Having just wasted so much time arguing with Lord Shen, how could she be so naive?

Regardless of whether the legendary immortal is as powerful as Lord Shen claims, she should, out of politeness, secretly show off her skills and have a head-on clash with this immortal.

Once she's decided to take action, her nature dictates that the strike must be decisive and hit the mark.

So she summoned the most advanced mecha strategic combined arms brigade from her weapon space. They were deployed silently and were best at attacks and assassinations, especially the intelligent sniper robots that were lying in ambush at a distance, which were no less capable than battle-hardened professional sniper kings.

This time, the reason why the evil cultivator was unable to react in time was that even though he could communicate with ghosts and gods, had spirits and demons protecting him, and had an incredible stroke of luck, he still couldn't dodge a sudden bullet piercing his chest.

The immortal who was lying on the ground with his lung punctured was panting heavily like a bellows as he slowly raised his head to look at Shen Wen.

"How...how did you do that? If those people weren't completely devoid of life and soul, how...how could I..."

Are you so badly injured?

As he finished speaking, mouthfuls of blood gushed from his mouth again, and his eyes rolled back.

Shen Wen seized on his words and couldn't help but ask, "So... you've been able to thrive all these years because those mountain spirits and monsters protected you?"

She had barely uttered her question when Lord Shen, who was already quite agitated beside the Immortal Venerable, trembled violently.

Shen Wen saw this detail very clearly.

The thought of the evil deeds of this heretical cultivator made Shen Wen unable to contain his anger.

As the evil cultivator slowly succumbed to his injuries, Lord Shen was powerless to help. In just a minute or two, before Shen Shuyu could even rush off to find a doctor, the evil cultivator kicked his legs and died.

Lord Shen wailed in despair!

This sudden noise is something he probably never showed such filial piety to, not even when his own parents died.

But the ear-piercing noise was unbearable for Shen Wen. She rubbed her uncomfortable ears and couldn't help but interrupt, "Alright! You're so old, just cry a little. If you get emotional, at your age, you might accidentally go to the underworld with the dead. Wouldn't that be a wrongful death?"

Lord Shen has lived his whole life, except for the first ten years when he was poor and always bullied. In the last few decades, he only hurt others with his sharp tongue. How could he be like this now, being rebuked by an insignificant junior?

This time, it was Lord Shen's turn to have his chest heave up and down, puffing out like a bellows.

Shen Wen had seen this kind of emotional outburst several times, and she was getting tired of it. She couldn't help but raise her head and comfort Lord Shen, saying, "Alright, alright! Just like that, take a deep breath. See, am I right? You're so old, you can't be so depressed. Don't you realize you're almost dead? Put your hand on your chest and smooth it out first before you talk to me."

Shen Shuyu had already gouged out her eyes several times. If eyes could kill, Shen Wen would probably have been killed many times over.

Shen Shuyu skillfully squatted down beside Lord Shen, her delicate hands gently stroking his chest.

Lord Shen sensed something and let out a long sigh.

Faced with his grandson Shen Wen, Lord Shen had lost his temper. He weakly raised his eyelids to glance at Shen Wen and said, "Are you satisfied now? You can leave!"

Shen Shuyu looked surprised. He never expected that after Shen Wen ruined such an important matter, Lord Shen would just let him go like that.

Shen Shuyu couldn't help but grab Lord Shen's arm.

But before Shen Shuyu could speak, a single glance from Lord Shen made him swallow his words.