The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Just as Chen Dong was looking at the pile as if it were junk, Liu Ling exclaimed in pleasant surprise, ”As expected of the Jiao Race’s Young Master. He really has a lot of good things!”

Chen Dong hurriedly asked, ”You can use them?”

Liu Ling looked up expectantly, as if waiting for praise. ”Of course!”

’That’s right. Liu Ling is a great demon.’

”Quick, put them away. We need to find a new spot, and while you’re at it, see if there are any treasures that can conceal our fate!”

Liu Ling dejectedly gathered the scales and said, ”There are no treasures for concealing our fate in here!”

Chen Dong shot Ao Jun a cold glare. ”You damned Yellow Loach, so you weren’t being honest!”

His Fire Technique flared in his palm, about to scorch Ao Jun. But suddenly, his Divine Sense swept out, enveloped all four of them, and the Teleportation Talisman in his hand activated...

In the very instant Ao Tian arrived, a teleportation light flashed, and Chen Dong’s group successfully escaped.

Fortunately, Chen Dong had been continuously infusing the Teleportation Talisman with Spiritual Qi. Otherwise, they would have been finished just now.

It wasn’t that Chen Dong hadn’t considered making a stand. But there were two problems. First, getting bogged down in the Demon Realm meant that countless members of the Demon Race would swarm them, and they would eventually be overwhelmed and killed. Second, their pursuers were all Late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators—beings who could embody their techniques, their will becoming law. The strength of such Nascent Soul Stage experts was on a completely different level from an ordinary one. As he was now, Chen Dong could only admit he was no match for them in a direct confrontation.

When the teleportation light faded, the four of them appeared atop a high mountain. The air was filled with biting, cold astral winds. Without even needing Liu Ling to tell him, Chen Dong recognized that they were indeed in the complete opposite direction from Earth Sinking Mountain.

A bleak thought crossed Chen Dong’s mind. ’When it comes to luck, I’m truly peerless. If you ever want to win a bet, just wager on me to lose. It’s a guaranteed win.’

He channeled all his frustration toward Ao Jun, threatening, ”You bastard, you definitely have another way to contact your father. Tell him this: if he keeps chasing us, I’ll turn this four-legged snake into a three-legged one!”

Ao Jun’s face paled instantly. To the Jiao Race, ”four-legged snake” was the greatest possible insult. For a race that prized its bloodline above all else, being compared to a mere snake was a rejection of their entire existence.

Chen Dong had only said it offhandedly, unaware of its true meaning. But Liu Ling giggled behind her hand, which made Ao Jun’s expression darken from pale to black with fury.

He then actually took out a golden scale. Even with his Demonic Power sealed, he roared at it, ”Father, they’re south of Bai Mo Mountain!”

That did it. Chen Dong was furious. Flames erupted from his hand as he once again seized Ao Jun by the neck. Unleashing his Fire Technique, he engulfed the young Jiao in fire.

The Teleportation Talisman in Chen Dong’s hand wasn’t fully charged. A distance of a thousand li was nothing to Ao Tian; he would certainly arrive before the talisman was ready.

”Ghhh... AHHH!!!! Ghhh!!!”

Scorched by the True Fire, Ao Jun let out a miserable, choked scream. With his Demonic Power sealed, he couldn’t even revert to his true form for protection.

Killing intent blazed in Chen Dong’s eyes. ”I told you to warn your father, and you dared to give away our position instead? You yellow-hided, four-legged snake—”

Rage burned in Ao Jun’s eyes as well. He could only glare daggers at Chen Dong, his hands clawing desperately at Chen Dong’s wrist, trying to pry it loose.

But Chen Dong’s grip only tightened, and the True Fire blazed even hotter.

Chen Dong said grimly, ”If I’m going to die, I’ll make sure to take you with me. You can count on it!”

Ao Jun broke. All living things have an instinct for survival, and he was no exception. He forced the words through his gritted teeth: ”I’ll... talk... I’ll... talk...”

Chen Dong immediately released Ao Jun and retracted the True Fire.

Chen Dong was perfectly aware that killing Ao Jun would be a death sentence for them all. There was no Realm Passage here for them to use, and the Guardian Array even restricted his Teleportation Talisman, only allowing it to function within the Demon Realm.

Keeping Ao Jun alive was their only hope of survival.

Ignoring the pain racking his body, Ao Jun scrambled to pick up the fallen scale.

He shouted frantically into it, ”Father, don’t come! Don’t come! They’ll kill me, they’ll really kill me!”

A powerful, commanding voice replied from the scale, ”My son, do not be afraid. I am almost there. If they so much as touch a single one of your scales, I will rip out their souls and refine their bones!”

Ao Jun shouted in a panic, ”No, no, no, Father, don’t come! Listen to me! As long as you stay away, they won’t do anything to me! But the moment you show up, they’ll kill me!”

A furious roar boomed from the scale. ”They dare?! I’m coming to save you now! My son, just hold on!”

At this, Chen Dong spoke up. ”Ao Tian Demon King, have you ever heard the saying about a cornered beast? When pushed to the brink, we can do things far more terrifying than you can imagine. Before you can touch our souls, I can rip out Ao Jun’s. I possess a technique called the Heart Fire Soul Refinement. It can incinerate his divine soul, ensuring he has no chance of ever being reborn...”

Before Chen Dong could continue, the scale roared again. ”Enough! You will regret threatening me. I, Ao Tian, promise not to pursue you. I will let you return to the Guardian Array. But one day, you will fall back into my hands. I hear your name is Chen Dong. Is that right? I have memorized it!”

Hearing Ao Tian agree not to pursue them, Chen Dong let out a huge sigh of relief. A bluff like that only worked from a distance. To a cultivator of Ao Tian’s Realm, a few li was as good as no distance at all.

He had finally bought them a moment’s respite. Yet he noticed that it wasn’t just Liu Ling; even Meng Yingluo was perfectly calm and composed, showing no signs of tension.

Chen Dong thought about the ”other woman” the Sect Leader had mentioned. It wasn’t Liu Ling, and it wasn’t Mu Qingzhu. That only left Meng Yingluo herself.

’Her dual souls, coexisting in a single body... there’s definitely more to it than meets the eye!’