Mo Yuan straightened his back, walking with a brisk, powerful stride.

He couldn’t hide the joy on his face.

"Senior!"

He strode over to Song Wanning and bowed deeply.

"Senior, I, Mo Yuan, will never forget this immense kindness. If you ever need anything in the future, the Demon Clan will surely do everything in its power to help you!"

His eyes shone, filled with gratitude for Song Wanning.

Without Song Wanning, he wouldn’t be where he was today.

Song Wanning accepted his bow calmly and made a gesture to help him up.

"You worked at my auction house for a long time. I suppose you could call it fate."

"From now on, however, you’ll have to manage the Demon Clan on your own."

Her words made Mo Yuan’s heart tighten. "Senior, you’re leaving?"

"Can’t you stay a little longer?"

Things had just finally settled down, and in his heart, he wanted to spend more time with Song Wanning.

Song Wanning, however, frowned and sighed. "Ye Chuxue killed my disciple. I can’t just stand by and do nothing. I must get justice for him."

"Even if that disciple and I had our disagreements, he was still my disciple!"

Then she smiled again. "I’ll come visit the Demon Palace again when I have the chance."

Her faint smile was like a hundred flowers blooming, like the blazing sun—utterly captivating.

Mo Yuan was momentarily dazed. He collected his awestruck gaze, pondered for a moment, and said, "Senior, leave the matter of hunting down Ye Chuxue to the Demon Palace. Just stay here for a while. I will definitely have my people bring her back."

’Those two fell into the Demon Cave. Even if they aren’t dead, they can’t be in good shape. It’s only a matter of time before I catch them.’

"This is a personal grudge between her and me. It wouldn’t be appropriate for the Demon Palace to get involved."

Song Wanning’s gaze was heavy, and her tightly furrowed brow made her look quite troubled.

"You’ve just become the Demon Lord. If you make such a big move now, I’m afraid some people will complain."

This display of concern for his position moved Mo Yuan beyond words.

He promised heroically, "Don’t worry, Senior. The Demon Palace is indeed very busy right now, but sparing some manpower to deal with Ye Chuxue is no problem at all!"

"Besides... Ye Chuxue and I already have a great feud. I’d be avenging myself as well, so Senior, you don’t need to worry about it!"

The thought of how he had almost been turned into a true cripple made Mo Yuan grind his teeth in hatred.

’That bitch. Just you wait and die!’

Demonic Qi swirled around Mo Yuan. Seeing this, Song Wanning smiled faintly and feigned ignorance, asking, "What grudge is there between you two?"

Mo Yuan was suddenly at a loss for words.

He couldn’t tell Song Wanning about how he had tried to snatch the Elixir Pills, nor about how Ye Chuxue had nearly crippled him.

So, he could only give a vague, evasive answer.

Seeing this, the smile on Song Wanning’s lips deepened. ’Let these two clueless people hate each other more and more...’

"Senior, come on, I’ll take you to see the Demon Palace’s treasury!"

Trying to change the subject, Mo Yuan tugged on Song Wanning’s sleeve and started walking out of the room.

A few minutes later, they arrived outside the Demon Palace’s treasury.

It was a seven-story-tall treasury, with different treasures on each floor.

These were the collections the Demon Palace had amassed over hundreds of thousands of years, mainly used to reward disciples.

The top floor, in particular, held countless priceless treasures, though the previous Demon Lord and his companion had squandered quite a few of them.

Mo Yuan waved his hand grandly. "Senior, take whatever catches your eye."

He was the one calling the shots in the Demon Palace now.

Song Wanning lifted her gaze, her eyes sweeping rapidly over the glowing masses.

There were many treasures, but not many were useful to her.

After a moment, her gaze stopped on a particular Spirit Grass.

"Spirit Washing Grass?"

Song Wanning was stunned, clearly not expecting to find something so good in the Demon Palace’s treasury.

Spirit Washing Grass, according to legend, could wash away one’s Spirit Root and allow it to be reborn. However, what kind of Spirit Root would grow back was full of uncertainty.

Her young disciple, Li Rao, was currently having difficulty advancing due to problems with her Spirit Root. If she had a chance to reshape it, that would be excellent.

Ever since taking Li Rao in, she had been busy with her revenge, constantly on the move.

She could only spare time to answer her questions and clear up her doubts.

Although she had also prepared resources for her, she no longer let Li Rao take whatever she wanted as she had in the past, hoping that this change in teaching methods would bear different fruit.

"Give me this one."

Song Wanning pointed imperiously, and in the next instant, the Spirit Washing Grass flew into her hand.

’Whether to take the gamble or not is up to Li Rao to decide.’

After taking the Spirit Washing Grass, Song Wanning wandered around for a few more laps and picked out a few small items.

She showed no courtesy to Mo Yuan at all, but he was actually delighted, repeatedly urging her to pick more.

Song Wanning knew when to quit while she was ahead. After some thought, she took the initiative to pull out two Magical Beast inner cores and hand them to Mo Yuan.

These inner cores came from the former Demon Lord’s Storage Ring. They were all spoils of war, and she would give a few to Mo Yuan for now to help him increase his strength.

Although those old foxes verbally supported Mo Yuan, his Cultivation was not high, so it was inevitable that some would harbor ideas of controlling him.

She needed Mo Yuan to secure his position first—at the very least, he had to hold on until she could create a clone.

"This is for me?"

Mo Yuan stared at the two inner cores, his heart surging with emotion.

Inner cores from a Fifth-rank Magical Beast! They were so precious, yet Senior was willing to give them to him—and two at once!

His eyes reddened slightly as he suppressed the warm feeling welling up inside.

’For Senior, I would willingly lay down my life.’

...

「The days passed one by one.」

Song Wanning settled down in the Demon Palace, living a very leisurely life. Aside from meditating and cultivating, she would walk her dog.

Mo Yuan even appointed her to the position of protector of the Demon Clan, allowing her to act with impunity throughout the Demon Palace.

The Demon Palace, on the other hand, had been frantically busy these days. With the previous Demon Lord dead, the Demon Cultivators who had allied with him either fled or were killed.

The cultivators of the Demon Palace were all busy hunting down the deserters, while also searching for any sign of Ye Chuxue. They were so busy they had no time to eat or sleep.

The Heavenly Inquiry Sect was also running around in a panic. Gu Qingyuan and Ye Chuxue still hadn’t sent a reply, and to make matters worse, Song Wanning was pressing them relentlessly, giving them a huge headache.

If this continued, they would have no choice but to issue an order for Ye Chuxue’s capture.

Little did they know that at this very moment, Ye Chuxue and Gu Qingyuan were in a miserable state. They had been severely injured in the Demon Sea. After getting out, they had finally managed to find each other and had traded some Spirit Stones for a few Elixir Pills to take. But before their injuries could even heal, they ran into Demon Cultivators trying to kill them.

At first, the two of them thought the Demon Cultivators had made a mistake. After all, they hadn’t offended any cultivators from the Demon Clan and had no idea why they were wanted dead or alive.

But the Demon Cultivators said nothing, single-mindedly intent on taking their heads. This forced them to flee the city without stopping, and they could only hide in the great mountains.

But the Demon Cultivators pursued them relentlessly. They would kill one wave, only for another to appear.

Soon, their injuries worsened once again, and the Elixir Pills they had worked so hard to buy were all used up.

Ye Chuxue’s eyes were filled with shock and fury. She followed Gu Qingyuan, hiding here and there, and finally found a hidden cave to escape their pursuers, giving them a moment to catch their breath.

"Are those people from the Demon Clan insane? What on earth did I do to offend them? Why would they send so many people to hunt me down?!"

She couldn’t understand it at all and felt increasingly unlucky.

"Whatever. First, let’s see who keeps sending these Communication Talismans."

Ye Chuxue opened the Communication Talisman, her face full of resentment. Her expression immediately turned deathly pale!