Chapter 1858: Diewumeng's Excitement and Plan

Diewumeng's arrival made the atmosphere on Longshe Shan even more oppressive. She stood there, doing nothing, yet people felt that pressure. Xinran Zhanglao ignored her presence, or rather, did not want to clash with her; the gap in their strength was too great, and acting rashly would be disadvantageous for oneself.

She still had some self-awareness; Xinran Zhanglao wasn't stupid, and naturally knew which women could be offended and which could not. Some women were more dangerous, and at the same time posed no threat to one's position. For such women, you only need to give them face; there's no need to worry they'll talk back.

Diewumeng is clearly this kind of person; Tianlian Zhenren also knows this well. Though she cultivates like Xinran Zhanglao, she is not treated like Bai Xinlan. Bai Xinlan is different—her threat is real. This woman has come up the mountain, and moreover, she seems intent on taking them down.

She wants to become their leader, hiding this thought well, but Xinran Zhanglao saw through it, and naturally will not let this woman have her way.

Bai Xinlan saw Diewumeng's arrival, and seeing the behavior of Xinran Zhanglao and Tianlian Zhenren, she couldn't help but get angry. These two women bully the soft and fear the hard; they didn't act like this when dealing with her, but in front of Diewumeng they were extremely careful, deliberately avoiding her.

This differential treatment made Bai Xinlan even angrier. She had thought they would treat her the same as Diewumeng, but instead she received their special treatment. In response, Bai Xinlan vented her anger at Diewumeng; others feared her, but Bai Xinlan herself was not afraid.

Bai Xinlan put her hands on her hips and said: "Isn't that Diewumeng? How did you come here? You shouldn't be loafing in your Mangshan Demon Palace—what are you doing on my Longshe Shan?"

Longshe Shan had become "hers" in her mouth, and Diewumeng raised an eyebrow: "Bai Xinlan, I'm not in the mood to waste words with you—where is my husband?"

Bai Xinlan was ignored; Diewumeng's gaze and attitude clearly showed contempt, making Bai Xinlan even angrier. She pointed at Diewumeng, fists clenched, and shouted: "Diewumeng, what do you mean? I'm right in front of you, and you dare to ignore me?"

"You don't believe I'll beat you?"

Clenching her fists, she threatened Diewumeng—this is a true warrior; when there's business, she really steps up.

Diewumeng scoffed: "Your fists are weak and powerless—no match for me. I advise you not to act rashly; I don't like people who overestimate themselves. I advise you not to act rashly—I don't want to make you cry and then have you go complain to my husband."

"You… you…" Bai Xinlan exploded with rage, pointing at Diewumeng, trembling all over.

"Diewumeng, you're going too far—do you think I'm afraid of you? Without fighting, how would we know… I'm not your match, but I refuse to believe in evil." Bai Xinlan clenched her fists and swung at Diewumeng.

The woman was truly brave, but the outcome was naturally miserable—she hadn't even touched Diewumeng before collapsing flat. Diewumeng released demonic might, suppressing Bai Xinlan; Bai Xinlan held out a moment, then immediately fell to the ground.

She could do nothing but lie there.

That sight was pitiful and desolate.

Bai Xinlan stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what she saw; she couldn't believe that she wasn't a match for Diewumeng, couldn't even get close—just a glance, releasing pressure, could suppress her.

At that moment, Bai Xinlan's inner self collapsed; under everyone's gaze, she was utterly embarrassed.

This time, the embarrassment was huge.

"Look, I told you not to act, yet you insisted—now you're fine, huh, lying on the ground?" Diewumeng sneered: "How does it feel to lie on the ground? Want me to give you a hand?"

"No need, Diewumeng, don't get cocky—I won't let this go." Bai Xinlan continued threatening.

Diewumeng ignored her harsh words, lifted her head, looked toward Chen Chuyang, eyes flashing with light, and walked toward Chen Chuyang without a care for Bai Xinlan lying on the ground—indeed, she even stepped over her head; such humiliation was truly bullying.

"Ahhh, Diewumeng, I'm going to kill you!" Bai Xinlan screamed like a madwoman.

Not far away, Xinran Zhanglao and Tianlian Zhenren exchanged a glance and both laughed.

"Look, I knew this would happen—Diewumeng is at the Second Tribulation cultivation; before her we can't even lift our heads, and Bai Xinlan insists on seeking trouble with her—isn't that just asking to be humiliated?"

"Tianlian junior sister, remember this: when facing a Strong One, you must have a certain respect."

Tianlian Zhenren nodded thoughtfully: "I know, Elder Sister Xinran; I'll know what to do from now on."

The weak have no right to act recklessly; whatever they do, they must consider the consequences.

The two women felt fortunate they were level-headed, hadn't been deceived, and hadn't impulsively sought trouble with Diewumeng; otherwise, the one lying on the ground would have been one of them.

Ao Hei crossed his arms, watching the scene, his eyes continually sizing up Chen Chuyang, thinking to himself: "This guy's peach blossom luck is truly strong—even this woman is his woman; these women vie for his affection, jealous over him—I don't know what Chen Chuyang has that makes them behave this way."

A human being who can make women fight over him—that's success.

Diewumeng is not weak; her Second Tribulation cultivation could at any moment advance to the Third Tribulation—such cultivation is not weak.

Moreover, Xinran Zhanglao and the others are not very old; give them more time to cultivate, and they'll certainly not be lacking.

None of these women is simple; even Bai Xinlan lying on the ground has bloodline not inferior, and her cultivation method is not inferior either.

These women all gather around Chen Chuyang, becoming his virtuous inner helpers.

Such a scene is rare to see; for a Strong One like Chen Chuyang, could the women around him be any less?

"By a Strong One's side, there are never lacking women."

"What charm does Chen Chuyang possess that makes these women utterly devoted to him?"

He surely has a fascinating aura; he is quite different—not like those humans, nor like many demons and beasts.

"Husband." Diewumeng saw Chen Chuyang, her face full of excitement, eyes fixed on him, her thoughts unspoken.

Chen Chuyang understood her thought, embraced her waist, lowered his head and said: "Madam, are you missing your husband?"

Diewumeng admitted directly: "Not bad, husband—I feel a breakthrough coming; I need your help."

"I have no certainty; husband, do you have time?"

"Of course I have time." Chen Chuyang lowered his head, kissed her forehead, then leaned close to her ear and murmured two sentences; Diewumeng's face flushed.

The two returned to the room together; this scene fell into Bai Xinlan's eyes, making her even angrier, but she couldn't follow them—otherwise, wouldn't she be...?

If she didn't go along, letting Diewumeng enjoy herself alone, wouldn't she have been humiliated for nothing?

"No way—I'll make her regret it."

"Diewumeng, you wait."