Chapter 224

Meng Su, having left the Blood Demon Sect branch, set off toward his next target. He found a relatively detailed map in Nian Yilao's storage ring. About a thousand miles away from the Blood Demon Sect was a branch of the Ye Family. There was a large teleportation array there that could teleport to the coordinate on the jade pendant.

"Ye Hong, there is no need for you to look for me; I will come to find you. Hehe."

Seven days later, Meng Su arrived at the Ye Family branch. This Ye Family was quite good at choosing locations; they set up their branch on top of a mountain peak. There was only one road to go up the mountain, and the entire peak was shrouded under array patterns. To enter the Ye Family, one had to take that one and only road.

Meng Su found a set of unworn black clothes in Nian Yilao's ring, put them on, and slowly walked up the stone steps of the Ye Family branch.

The stone steps were about four feet wide, enough to accommodate two people passing. Along the way, Meng Su met several Ye Family disciples coming down from the mountain. Seeing Meng Su, these disciples all showed expressions of fear and greeted him: "Old Nian is back? Greetings, Old Nian."

"Hmm." Meng Su nodded indifferently in response.

Three thousand three hundred and eighty steps. From the bottom to the peak, Meng Su counted them.

Meng Su, standing at the door, was welcomed back into the house by a young Ye Family disciple.

"My Patriarch has gone to welcome the Seventh Elder; it is estimated that he will only be able to return in a day. I will take the Master to rest first." This Ye Family disciple looked only eighteen or nineteen years old and was quite clever.

After Meng Su was led to the door of a courtyard, the little disciple stopped walking.

"Old Nian, rest here; I won't disturb you." The disciple bowed to Meng Su and turned to leave.

"Little brother, won't you come in and sit for a while?" Meng Su said in Nian Yilao's voice.

The young man was shocked when he heard Meng Su finish speaking. He knelt down and said tremblingly: "Old Nian, please spare this little one. Ever since Old Nian moved in, I have been serving carefully and have never made a mistake. I hope Old Nian will spare my dog life."

Meng Su was confused by the young man and didn't know the situation, so it was inconvenient to say more.

"Then why don't you get lost?" Meng Su waved his sleeve and shouted.

The young man thanked him profusely and left.

Meng Su pushed open the courtyard door. This was a three-section courtyard house, with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, rockeries, and strange stones in the courtyard, with a scene every few steps. It was quite elegant.

At the end of the courtyard was a middle courtyard, and behind the middle courtyard was another courtyard, followed by the inner residence.

Meng Su walked to the middle courtyard, dusted the snow off his body, and was about to sit down. An enchanting woman walked out from inside.

Seeing that Meng Su had returned, the woman threw herself into Meng Su's arms with a thick fragrance.

"Old Nian, you're finally back. It's my turn tonight, right? I've been waiting for several days."

Meng Su was stunned: "This..."

The woman held Meng Su tightly and wouldn't let go, muttering: "I have also found the virgin boy you wanted. I'll keep him for Old Nian to enjoy, but tonight Old Nian is mine and must be at my disposal."

After the woman finished speaking, she lightly traced her finger across Meng Su's face.

Meng Su's hair stood on end immediately. He pushed the woman away.

The woman stood to the side resentfully and said: "What's wrong with Old Nian today? Do you have a lover outside? You're ignoring me now. Do you think I'm not serving you well?"

Just as Meng Su was about to speak, seven or eight women poured out from the inner residence, some plump and some thin, dressed revealingly, and covered in thick fragrance. They threw themselves at Meng Su like flowers and willows, surrounding Meng Su in the middle.

A few bold women threw themselves into Meng Su's arms and began to grope him.

Meng Su didn't know how Nian Yilao dealt with these women; if he were too cold, he would reveal flaws.

Meng Su grabbed the cheek of a nearby woman and pinched it, smiling unkindly: "In such a hurry? Just you few? Is there anyone else?"

The first woman hurriedly walked into the inner hall and brought back three or four young boys?

Meng Su was stunned, pointing at the boys and saying: "These are mine too?"

"These were all prepared for you, and it was also ordered by you, Old Nian," the women replied.

"Damn, this old bastard is really chaotic."

"I am tired today; none of you disturb me, all go back to rest." Meng Su waved his sleeve and threw out a large pile of gold ingots.

Seeing the gold ingots, the women all let go of Meng Su and rushed toward the gold ingots?

Meng Su took the opportunity to walk into the inner hall and closed the door.

Meng Su, who hadn't slept well for many days, fell asleep as soon as he lay down. This sleep lasted until the next morning.

Demon Capital, Ye Family.

Ye Hong sat in the seat of honor with a grand air, trying hard to pose as a fearless big shot. Sitting on Ye Hong's left was a young man who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. The young man wore a bamboo hat, covered his face with a black scarf, had a surging aura of blood, and had hundreds of blood puppet phantoms behind him.

The young man's name was Rong Xiaocuo, a Demon Son of the Blood Cultivation Gate in the Asura Realm. He was a young hero with cruel methods. Because he was too young, he wrapped his head and face up.

People are all like this; young people are afraid of others saying they are immature, and old people are afraid of others saying they are aging. This characteristic was particularly obvious in Rong Xiaocuo; he killed all those cultivators who looked down on him and thought he was young. But this still couldn't soothe his fragile and sensitive heart. So after much thought, he came up with a way to solve his immaturity. That is: mystery.

Therefore, regardless of summer or winter, no matter how hot the weather was, he covered his face with a black scarf and wrapped himself tightly. And he tried to speak as little as possible, using concise words, often saying four words: "Bold. Presumptuous."

Sitting in the great hall below were seven blood cultivators, five men and two women. The men were all over fifty, and the two women were an old hag and an enchanting young woman.

A handsome man stood stooped behind the old hag, helping her knead her shoulders with a look of terror. The old hag showed an expression of enjoyment.

The young woman was holding a child in her arms; the child was already dying, and the young woman looked at the child's blue and purple face with doting eyes.

The old man at the head was shockingly fat, with a body full of fat, his small head sunken below his shoulders.

The entire hall was filled with blood energy and resentment, and one could faintly hear all kinds of wailing sounds.

The seven Asuras were the Ten Asura Gods who had come from the Asura Realm, and three others were performing tasks outside, among whom Nian Yilao had already been killed by Meng Su.

That young man had a high status and was appointed as the Left Envoy by Ye Hong.

In all sects of the Demon Realm, those who can become envoys have treatment higher than that of Dharma Kings. It is equivalent to the position of Left and Right Prime Minister of a country. This shows the importance Ye Hong attached to that young man.

"Everyone, withdraw your supernatural abilities. There is no need to secretly compete with each other here. Regarding the position of Right Envoy, I still insist that whoever makes the most contributions will be promoted to Right Envoy. Everyone, report on the work in your hands recently. Xia Ming, you are the King Head, you speak first."

Ye Hong glanced at the seven Asura Kings who were secretly competing below and said slowly.

The big fat man sitting at the head struggled to lift his body from the chair and stood up, saying: "Reporting to Ye Zun, the Eighth has already found the Ye Family child Ye Baiyi. He should be sent to the Demon Capital in these two days. Once Ye Baiyi is executed, the Ye Family will complete the unification. As for Ye Jingyun, the Sixth already has clues and should be able to lock onto his whereabouts in these few days."

Ye Hong sat up straight, his brows still locked, and asked anxiously: "Is there any news about Meng Su?"

In Ye Hong's heart, Meng Su's threat ranked first, even surpassing Jin Wuyin, the Island Master of Xuanwu Island. Jin Wuyin had not left the Black Demon Sea for hundreds of years, and the outside world rumored that she could not leave the Black Demon Sea; if she left, she would lose all her demon arts. So as long as one didn't provoke her, she wouldn't pose a threat to him. But Meng Su was different; that gaze, that momentum—even now, Ye Hong would feel a palpitation when thinking about it.

Just as Xia Ming was about to answer, the old hag stood up and said: "Ye Zun, the Ninth, under the guise of looking for Meng Su, is acting recklessly outside, refining Blood Demon Sect demon cultivators to improve his own cultivation, neglecting his duties, and his heart is punishable. I hope Ye Zun will recall the Ninth. I am willing to go and find the boy surnamed Meng. If I cannot find him within three months, you can hold me accountable."

Ye Hong pressed his hand toward the old hag and said: "Qiao Wuniang, do not be impatient. The Blood Demon Sect has a heart of disobedience and has been in close contact with the Li Family recently. Destroying the Blood Demon Sect branch was my idea, and Nian Yilao was only acting on orders and did not make a big mistake. If there is no news of Nian Yilao within three days, then I will trouble Qiao Wuniang to take the trip."