Chapter 1139 - 748: Dao Weird Immortal Phenomena

Chapter 1139: Chapter 748: Dao Weird Immortal Phenomena

Wan Meng’s cheeks grew slightly hot.

Familiar?

Those days of whispering by the ear and tangled shadows under candlelight suddenly surged back up.

Once, they had been so intimate, knowing each other’s breath and body heat by heart, entangled down to the bone.

She also knew full well his length and depth, having studied and practiced all kinds of positions together, matching each other perfectly, with tacit understanding.

But that was all many years ago.

Looking back now, they had truly been young and hot-blooded then, daring to do anything.

"We were involved for a period of time."

Wan Meng answered in a low voice, weighing every word.

She did not dare deceive her Grandmaster.

A faint breeze skimmed across the surface of the pool, rippling the deep, shadowy reflections.

Bai Yaohua, hearing this, gave a soft smile.

"We disciples of the Hehuan Sect need not be bound by mortal etiquette. Profound Ice is hailed as a heaven’s chosen of Song Country; your involvement with him is a fine story in itself."

Then, her tone shifted, turning heavy.

"Speak of him in detail, leave nothing out."

"Yes, Grandmaster."

Wan Meng steadied herself, her thoughts drifting back to long ago.

"Roughly one hundred and eighty years ago, under Master’s orders, this disciple went to Cyan Yang Prefecture in Song Country, disguising myself as a courtesan-dancer of the Celestial Fragrance Pavilion, secretly observing the struggle between Dao and Demon, and gathering intelligence on the Core Formation Seeds of Song Country’s Sects. The first time I met Shen Xuan, he was only at the Foundation Establishment First Layer, acting as a Registered Disciple under True Master Gu Feng, supporting a small local Immortal Cultivation Clan..."

Having already received the order to ’describe in detail,’ she no longer hesitated, starting from their very first encounter, recounting everything slowly, without omission.

When she spoke of how the two of them, through cooperation of mutual interest, grew closer by the day, until one night when their emotions could no longer be restrained and they shared the bed, Wan Meng slowed her speech, a trace of shyness in her tone.

She quietly lifted her eyes, glancing toward her Grandmaster.

Bai Yaohua’s expression remained calm, as though listening to an ordinary anecdote.

Wan Meng pressed her lips together and continued.

"Hold."

Bai Yaohua suddenly spoke, cutting her off.

"What was this man’s physique like at the time?"

Without thinking, Wan Meng replied, "Overbearing, extremely overbearing. By then he was already cultivating a Body Refining Technique, and the White Bone Observation Internal Vision Method had also reached Minor Achievement. This disciple’s cultivation was shallow; I couldn’t shake his mind with my Charm Technique, and instead I was..."

The rest, she ultimately couldn’t bring herself to say aloud.

"It’s fine."

A look of understanding flashed through Bai Yaohua’s eyes.

In matters between men and women, if it’s not the east wind overwhelming the west wind, then it’s the west wind overwhelming the east.

Since Wan Meng couldn’t bewitch Shen Xuan, then naturally she had been wantonly played with by him.

This was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Continue."

Wan Meng nodded and recounted the rest of what followed, one thing after another.

In truth, the relationship between her and Shen Xuan had been more of a mutually beneficial exchange.

She provided Shen Xuan with valuable intelligence, secretly purchased Demon Flood Dragon’s Inner Core Essence Blood, resold Demon Cultivators’ stolen goods, and pocketed a handsome profit from the price difference.

As for the entanglements between them, they didn’t even count as a fleeting one-night affair.

It was nothing more than a game to stave off loneliness.

They had indulged in momentary physical pleasure.

Though Wan Meng had been on the losing end, defeated again and again.

In truth, she had been addicted to it, savoring that soul-melting state.

From beginning to end, when it came to Shen Xuan, she had always been coyly resistant yet secretly welcoming, all of it willingly.

When she finished the last word, Bai Yaohua regarded her silently for a moment, then shifted her gaze to the demon fish idly swishing its tail in the pool.

Wan Meng let out a breath in secret, a thin sheen of sweat seeping across her back.

She looked beseechingly toward her own Master, a hint of pleading in her eyes.

Demon Lord Mingyu gently waved her hand, signaling that Wan Meng could withdraw.

Like a condemned prisoner granted amnesty, Wan Meng bowed respectfully and quietly left the Cave Mansion.

Just as she left Yaohua Peak, her figure turned into a streak of light, heading straight for the Sect’s Affairs Hall.

There, a male Steward at Foundation Establishment with slightly wicked brows and eyes was blocked by her head-on.

"You, come here."

Wan Meng asked in a cold voice, "What major events have occurred recently in the Cultivation Realm of Liang Country?"

Seeing that it was a Demon Lord at the Holy Pill Realm, the male disciple didn’t dare be negligent and immediately knelt to pay his respects.

"Reporting to Demon Lord, the greatest event of late is none other than Demon Monarch Wan Hai of the Corpse Refining Sect being slain by the Cultivators of Song Country."

Wan Meng drew in a sharp breath.

Demon Monarch Wan Hai had been killed!

He was one of the ten great Demon Monarchs of Liang Country, the Supreme Elder of the Corpse Refining Sect!

But what did that have to do with her?

Why would Grandmaster suddenly summon her and question her in detail about Shen Xuan’s past?

A chilling thought abruptly surfaced.

"By whom was he slain?"

Her voice trembled slightly.

"True Master Profound Ice of Cyan Cloud Sect in Song Country."

"..."

Wan Meng’s body swayed, almost unable to remain standing.

True Master Profound Ice—wasn’t that that heartless bastard!

Wan Meng stared blankly where she stood, her mind a complete blank.

Only after a long while did she finally come back to herself with difficulty.

She steadied her breath, forcibly suppressing the flutter in her heart. "Go and bring me the detailed Battle Report Jade Scroll."

"At once!"

The male disciple hurried to his feet and rushed into the hall.

Wan Meng stood where she was, her emotions surging like the tide.

"No wonder Master’s face was so grave, and Grandmaster wanted me to go over old affairs in such detail..."

When she read the line in the report stating, "On the fifteenth of the Osmanthus Moon, atop Demon Mountain, True Master Profound Ice slew Demon Monarch Wan Hai head-on, resulting in the destruction of the Divine Soul," she felt the world spin around her.

He had actually, right in front of Grandmaster Bai Yaohua, forcibly slain Demon Monarch Wan Hai!

"That old demon Wan Hai truly had a reputation he didn’t deserve!"

A nameless fire suddenly surged up in Wan Meng’s heart.

"He couldn’t even beat that heartless bastard; even his Demon Infant was destroyed by him—shameful!"

"No... that’s not right."

As her anger ebbed, reason gradually returned.

She carefully examined the details in the battle report.

Wan Meng drew in another sharp breath.

"It’s not that old demon Wan Hai was too weak—it’s that there’s something wrong with that heartless bastard! Has he grown this strong already?"

How many years had it even been?

That Foundation Establishment Cultivator who had once tangled with her in bed and schemed against each other had grown to the point of slaying a Nascent Soul Demon Monarch on the battlefield, shaking the Cultivation Realm of Song and Liang Countries!

Beyond the shock, a faint, indescribable heat quietly spread from the depths of her heart.