They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 82 Is there such a stunning beauty in the world?

Scarlet Iris? When did she arrive?

Wu Cheng realized that he hadn't noticed anything at all!

If he couldn't see her with his eyes, or smell her fragrant breath as her nostrils flared, Wu Cheng wouldn't have realized that there was another person in front of him!

If she were to make a move, I might not even know I died at her hands.

Is this the "insurmountable gap between innate and acquired factors"?

If a master of innate cultivation wants to attack a master of acquired cultivation, the acquired master won't even have the ability to resist...

Wu Cheng forced a smile, cupped his hands, and said, "I was unaware of the arrival of the Daoist Master of Extinction of Emotions. Please forgive me for not welcoming you from afar."

Although the female leader of the Demonic Sect is a top-ranked figure on the list of must-eat martial arts novels, as the saying goes, "Lord Ye loved dragons but was terrified of them." Wu Cheng prides himself on being cowardly and lustful, so it would be a lie to say he wouldn't be scared if he were to face such a fierce person directly.

Besides, they're all from the Demonic Sect. Who knows if he's a madwoman? Even if an ordinary person is stronger than him, they probably wouldn't kill the Fourth Prince in public in Lin'an City.

But the Demonic Sect is a different story!

Fei Yuan didn't speak, but simply looked at him quietly with her scarlet eyes.

Then she suddenly stood on tiptoe, her small, pert nose less than an inch from Wu Cheng's nose, and Wu Cheng could even feel the softness of the veil on her face.

"You smell so good."

Wu Cheng was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Fei Yuan wanted to smell it again, but Shen Yeshu pulled her back by the back of her neck.

She didn't struggle, but her crimson gaze remained fixed on Wu Cheng's face.

However, Wu Cheng did not see any emotion in those inorganic crimson eyes.

What exactly does the Lord of Extinction of Emotions, one of the three great innate masters of the Demonic Sect, mean?

Back in Shenjiazhuang, although she was watching spiders spin their webs, Wu Cheng vaguely felt that she was also watching him.

Is there anything special about me?

"My master has made a fool of himself." Shen Yeshu's gaze lingered slightly on Wu Cheng's face. "If one day my husband comes to his senses, he may come back to seek me out."

After saying that, she was about to drag Fei Yuan away.

But at that moment, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the door.

"Young master! You cannot go in! Huansha is receiving distinguished guests!"

"Distinguished guest? This young master wants to see who's more distinguished than me! Get out of the way!"

As the door was pushed open, a pale-faced young nobleman stormed in with several cronies.

He froze when he saw the scene inside the room, his gaze unconsciously lingering between Shen Yeshu and Fei Yuan's faces.

"Huansha! What's wrong with you?!"

The madam, who had failed to stop the young master, cried out in alarm and fell in front of Su Huansha.

After confirming that she was still breathing but had fainted, he breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and then quietly dragged Su Huansha to a corner of the room, carefully observing the situation inside.

The young master then sized up Shen Yeshu and Fei Yuan, asking, "Are you two also courtesans at Zuixiangju?"

Then he glanced at the madam and Su Huansha lying on the ground beside her, and was stunned again. "Hmm? Playing this high? I say, since you have better girls in your Drunken Fragrance Inn, why didn't you tell me?"

The madam was about to deny it when she suddenly felt a powerful pressure descend upon her, making her tremble and unable to utter a single word.

Shen Yeshu smiled calmly, but the depths of her unfocused pupils were pitch black. "What does this young master want? Does he perhaps wish for me to keep him company?"

None of the three, including Xue Jianren, dared to move, while Wu Cheng was suppressing a laugh.

Good heavens! What a classic scene of courtesans fighting and causing trouble in a brothel!

This guy is just unlucky; he doesn't even know who he's messed with.

Wu Cheng could sense a strong killing intent in Shen Yeshu's words.

This unlucky fellow might die if he says the wrong thing next.

The young master seemed oblivious, only subconsciously shrinking his neck. "Strange, why has it suddenly become so cold?"

never mind."

He looked Shen Yeshu and Fei Yuan up and down a few more times, his eyes filled with disdain. "You two are too old. Go back."

His gaze then swept across the room, finally settling on Wu Cheng's face.

After gazing at her for a long while, he murmured, "Such a stunning beauty exists in this world..."

"7

"A stunning beauty? Who? Where is she?" Wu Cheng turned around subconsciously.

Fei Yuan wore a veil so her face couldn't be seen, but no matter how you looked at her, she was an absolute beauty.

Shen Yeshu's beauty directly hit his sweet spot. Even disregarding her broken little widow aura, her looks and figure alone were enough to make someone like him, who had experienced the baptism of countless beauty filters on the internet in his previous life, exclaim in amazement.

But there are actually girls in this room who are even prettier than the two of them?

where?

But when he turned around, there was nothing behind him.

Moreover... he noticed that Xue Jianren, Sun Kewang, and Shen Tu Lie were all watching him.

They were still trying not to laugh!

and many more!

Could it be that...?

No way...

The footsteps behind him grew closer and closer. Wu Cheng's face darkened, and he slowly turned around to face the suspicion he didn't want to confront.

When he turned around, the somewhat timid playboy was indeed right in front of him, his eyes even shining.

Wu Cheng smiled insincerely and said, "We are just drinking and having fun here. Is it inappropriate for you to intrude?"

The more the spoiled brat looked at Wu Cheng, the brighter his eyes became, and a smug smile even appeared on his face, which gave Wu Cheng goosebumps.

His hand instinctively went to the wooden sword at his waist, but Xue Jianren quickly suppressed a laugh and pressed his hand down, "Junior brother! Don't be impulsive!"

Wu Cheng glanced at him, took a deep breath, and then looked coldly at the young master with kidney deficiency.

The more the young master with kidney deficiency looked at Wu Cheng, the more satisfied he became. He nodded, raised his chin, and looked at Wu Cheng with his nostrils, "You're the one!"

"Have a couple of drinks with the young master."

The next moment, the killing intent emanating from Shen Yeshu suddenly increased tenfold or even ninefold!

Wu Cheng instinctively rushed over and grabbed Shen Yeshu's hand, "Don't be impulsive!"

Shen Yeshu was startled, and the killing intent on his body vanished instantly.

Wu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and silently released Shen Yeshu's hand, but she grabbed his wrist tightly again.

Wu Cheng turned around in astonishment, only to see that her eyes were filled with tears that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, like a bronze mirror that had been barely repaired but was still full of cracks and could break at any moment.

As if infected by her brokenness and sorrow, Wu Cheng opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, the young master with kidney deficiency roared, "Let him go!"

Wu Cheng subconsciously looked down. He had already let go of her; now it was her who was holding onto him!

The young master with kidney deficiency stepped forward, pointed at Shen Yeshu, and shouted, "I told you to let him go! Are you deaf?!"

Wu Cheng's face darkened.

Damn it, I've been targeted by that dead rabbit, so I might as well go with Shen Yeshu!

Sensing the renewed killing intent emanating from Shen Yeshu, Wu Cheng simply stopped trying to stop him.

Let's just kill him.

Wu Cheng has given up.

The young master with kidney deficiency frowned and said, "What, you're unwilling? Do you know who I am?"

Wu Cheng didn't care who he was; could he possibly be more important than a prince like himself?

Just as Shen Yeshu was about to make a move, the weak-willed young master impatiently spoke up, "My father is the Vice Minister of Revenue!"

"Huh?" Wu Cheng suddenly looked up and grabbed Shen Yeshu's hand.

Shen Yeshu's murderous intent vanished instantly, and she tilted her head in confusion as she looked at him.

Wu Cheng looked at the young master with kidney deficiency and smiled.

The Vice Minister of Revenue? Isn't that his target, Sima Xun?