The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

”A Nightmare?” Chen Dong finally realized. ’I should have guessed this ages ago, but I never considered that Meng Yingluo had dual souls—one human and one demon.’

Besides, the Nightmare Race was exceedingly rare, almost to the point of extinction. They were a high-ranking lineage of the Demon Race, but because they had never appeared in the great war between the Human and Demon Races, the thought hadn’t occurred to Chen Dong.

”Yes. I imagine you know something about us; the Cyan Sky Sect has a few records. Liu Ling is willing to help me because my Nightmare Race strongly advocates for the coexistence of the Human and Demon Races.”

Chen Dong’s senses ’looked’ toward Zisang Jin. ’Is this why Zisang Jin pretended not to notice?’

Meng Yingluo continued, ”The dreams of the Human Race are the best food for our Nightmare Race. They provide better and richer emotions. To our Nightmare Race, the Demon Race is far less important than the Human Race!”

Chen Dong asked, confused, ”I thought you fed on dreams? Why are you draining the cultivation of those two?”

Meng Yingluo replied, ”I had no choice. Ying Luo is about to wake up, so I had to drain their cultivation to suppress her. In the current situation, it’s much more advantageous for me to be the one in control!”

Chen Dong sent a voice transmission, ”Forget it! If Zisang Jin isn’t going to do anything, why should I?”

Meng Yingluo seemed slightly surprised. ”Zisang Jin? No, she hasn’t discovered me! Her injuries are much more severe than you imagine. From what I can see, she’s probably been fighting non-stop for nearly a month. She was already injured when she saved us. And that last time, when she activated her Dao Essence, she not only consumed five hundred years of her lifespan but also severely damaged her vital energy!”

’Is that how she used up all her Top-Grade Spirit Stones? Otherwise, it’s impossible that a Peak Master wouldn’t even have any.’

Chen Dong frowned and asked, ”How do you know that?”

Meng Yingluo looked to be only around twenty. Though he hadn’t checked her bone age, she definitely wasn’t old. ’How could her insight be so sharp?’

Meng Yingluo replied faintly, ”We of the Nightmare Race retain the memories of our past lives after rebirth. If you count my past life, I am the oldest among you all. I have at least that much insight.”

Chen Dong’s heart lurched. At that moment, however, the warning array was triggered, startling everyone awake.

A chilling, ecstatic voice rang out, ”Hehehehe, hahaha! To think you’d be here! I was just looking for a place to rest and stumbled upon you. Heaven is truly on my side!”

Yang Zhang, his red hair flying wildly, advanced step by step, his body wreathed in Dao Essence.

Everyone’s expression grew grim; he had actually managed to track them here. Looking at the Dao Essence surrounding Yang Zhang, Chen Dong deduced how he’d done it. This Demon King could withstand the Sun’s Divine Light. But from the looks of it, his condition wasn’t good. ’Perhaps there’s still a chance.’

The thought had barely formed in Chen Dong’s mind.

”AAAAAHHHH~~!!!”

Yang Zhang let out a furious roar. A spectral ram the size of a small mountain manifested from his body, blazing with rage-fueled flames as it charged straight for the cave entrance!

The spectral ram was unstoppable, its power immense. The narrow mountain path was pulverized, kicking up clouds of dust and sending stone fragments flying.

The rock of Xuhua Mountain is mostly a single, solid mass. It’s incredibly hard, which just showed the immense power of that flaming spectral ram.

Zisang Jin formed a sword seal with her fingers, and the Peach Blossom Divine Sword shot forward.

”I, a branch of peach blossom, bloom in fragrant splendor!”

With a flash of sword-light that painted the sky, the spectral ram stopped abruptly before shattering with a thunderous crash!

Zisang Jin staggered a step.

Yang Zhang’s expression turned cold, his red hair flying wildly. ”You can still fight? Let’s see just how much strength you have left!”

Yang Zhang roared, ”From rage it is born—the Dao of Sky-Scorching Flames!”

This time, Yang Zhang held nothing back. He immediately sacrificed two hundred years of his lifespan to directly fuel his Dao Essence. He knew that in a battle of Divine Techniques, he was no match for Zisang Jin’s fragrant, peach-blossom Sword Intent. However, his Dao Essence countered hers, and when it came to a contest of longevity, what member of the Demon Race would ever flinch?