Chapter 1718: Diewumeng's Overbearing Ways—I Want You to Be My Chief Lady

Bai Xinlan really couldn't restrain herself; she pointed at Diewumeng's face and unleashed a torrent of abuse. She had only been on the mountain for a few days, still in her happy time, having just enjoyed the bliss of the bridal chamber, when this woman came straight up and stole her man. A scholar may be killed but not insulted.

Diewumeng's behavior was a slap to her face, a sign of contempt; how could Bai Xinlan tolerate it? Even with Chen Chuyang beside her, she needed to vent this anger. Chen Chuyang held Bai Xinlan's hand, not allowing her to strike out—this woman was truly furious, and Diewumeng had just schemed against her.

If she struck directly, she would fall into the trap—that's exactly what Diewumeng wanted.

"Husband, look at her, she's utterly shameless." Bai Xinlan felt extremely wronged, bullied to the point of being over her head, and not even allowed to strike back in retaliation—this woman was going too far, and even her husband wasn't on her side.

Chen Chuyang comforted her: "Lady, you're no match for her; if you strike directly, aren't you just walking up to get beaten?"

"It's not that I'm worried you'll get beaten, so I won't let you strike; if you insist on striking, I can let go of your hand."

You'd better think about the consequences—if you get beaten, don't beg for mercy.

Bai Xinlan felt even more wronged, coquettishly saying: "Husband, can't you help beat her? Diewumeng is going too far; she's trying to poach my man. This person is utterly shameless and must be severely punished; otherwise, she'll dare to do this again."

"Bai Xinlan, aren't you doing the same—poaching others' lovers? You have no right to say that about me." Diewumeng wouldn't indulge her, firing back directly.

There are also Chen Chuyang's women present, and not just one—aren't you the same? What right do you have to say she's wrong?

Bai Xinlan pointed at Diewumeng, truly fuming.

"You… you… you…" the flushed Bai Xinlan, this time she was truly overcome with anger.

"Husband, don't stop me; even if I have to risk my life, I will educate this Diewumeng."

Chen Chuyang let go of her hand, gazing at Bai Xinlan, and said, "Go, my lady, give Diewumeng a beating so I can see how formidable you are." Bai Xinlan hadn't expected Chen Chuyang to release his grip and let her strike; instead, she didn't know what to do.

To strike, she'd lose; rushing over would just get her beaten. Such a foolish act—she wouldn't do it. Bai Xinlan wasn't so foolish as to rush up to her death.

Not striking would be embarrassing; she'd already spoken her piece, with many watching. If she showed weakness, how could she face people later?

"Husband, you won't stop me?" Bai Xinlan wanted to find a way out.

Chen Chuyang crossed his arms, smiling: "Lady, I also want to stop you, but you insist on fighting her, don't you? Then fight; rest assured, I won't let you suffer a loss."

"I won't intervene, but I won't let you suffer a loss—at most you'll get a beating, which is nothing."

Bai Xinlan stared blankly, her eyes fixed on Chen Chuyang for a moment, after which Chen Chuyang gave her a way out.

"Lady, you're no match for Diewumeng; whatever she says goes. Wait until your strength is sufficient, then you can act—it's not too late. Let her off this time, okay?"

Bai Xinlan inwardly breathed a sigh of relief; she had truly feared her husband wouldn't give her a way out. Seeing the steps laid out, she wasn't a fool, so naturally she would come down.

"Hmph, since you, husband, have said all that, then I won't stoop to her level."

Having found the steps, she descended; Bai Xinlan returned to Chen Chuyang's side, clutching his arm as if nothing had just happened.

Regarding this, Chen Chuyang pretended not to notice—after all, she was his woman, their feelings weren't that deep, yet they had been intimate many times, each familiar with the other's body.

He couldn't let his woman get beaten, nor could he bear to see her bullied by outsiders.

"Daoist Chen Chuyang, this king has taken a fancy to you. How about this: follow me back to the Mangshan Demon Palace; I promise everything, and afterward, within the Mangshan Mountain Range, you will be second only to me, above all others. How about it?"

The overbearing Diewumeng wanted to marry Chen Chuyang and take him back as her chief lady of the stronghold.

One must admit, she truly dares to think and to act.

"Diewumeng, are you overthinking? I won't go back with you, nor will I become your chief lady. I think it would be better this way: you marry me as well, becoming one of my women. How about that?"

Chen Chuyang quite admired her; this woman Diewumeng is excellent in disposition, cultivation, and every other aspect—very suitable.

Most importantly, she is a demon beast, not a human, and can be of one mind with me.

On the contrary, those humans just won't do—their heads are full of ideas; among demon beasts, there is only one iron law: to obey the strong, never to change; as long as you are stronger than them, they can serve you as lord.

Diewumeng is no exception; as long as she displays great strength, she will naturally submit to you.

"Sure." Diewumeng gave a grin showing her teeth and agreed without a second thought.

She agreed too quickly; Bai Xinlan was stunned. This woman is utterly shameless—she just agreed like that; couldn't she be a bit reserved?

"No." Bai Xinlan couldn't let this come true; Diewumeng must not enter Longshe Shan, nor become her husband's woman. If she went up the mountain, afterward Bai Xinlan would forever be inferior.

This woman Diewumeng is not simple; Bai Xinlan is no match for her in any respect.

Bai Xinlan is still aware of this: in the past, she underestimated Diewumeng, which allowed this woman to take that position and become the ultimate victor.

"Husband, this woman is playing you; she surely doesn't truly like you."

"She must have some ulterior motive; husband, you must not be deceived by her."

This matter must be stopped—prevent Diewumeng from entering Longshe Shan, prevent her from becoming one of your women.

Others may be fine, but she alone cannot—her threat is too great.

Bai Xinlan has no confidence in dealing with her, nor can she manage her.

"Lady, you needn't be nervous; Daoist Diewumeng might just be talking, not really intending to marry you—you're overreacting." Chen Chuyang held Bai Xinlan's hand; this woman had been seen through again, her thoughts laid bare.

She truly didn't know, and was genuinely impulsive; in a few moments, Diewumeng had her figured out.

I really don't know how she became clan chief these years; she bears no resemblance to her former self—perhaps it's because of me that she turned out this way.

"Husband, no matter what, you cannot agree to her." Bai Xinlan didn't care about those details; her husband is hers, and she won't let Diewumeng snatch him away.

She must seize the initiative; even if Diewumeng later marries into Longshe Shan, she would be her sister, and Bai Xinlan would be the elder sister—this cannot be changed by anyone.

This is a matter of status, also a matter of principle; it cannot be changed.