C26

"Shen Qingchen has returned to the Mount Kunlun."

Suddenly, a chuckle sounded. Feng Lingjue lowered his head and saw that Hua Liuyue was standing under the tree.

"Is that so?"

Feng Lingju didn't seem to be interested in this topic at all, but he was a little puzzled. Why did Shen Qingchen suddenly return when he still had more than ten years to go?

Could it be that it was because of the flourishing Devil Domain and Devilish Qi that the group of old people were afraid of him returning to their position, and so they recalled Shen Qingchen here?

Thinking up to this point, Feng Ling Jue couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

Hua Liuyue leaned on a tree and sat down.

"Nothing."

There was a trace of a smile at the corner of Feng Lingju's mouth but his eyes were as cold as a Ice. "You still have time to run out? "What about that incident from before?"

Hua Liuyue straightened his clothes, dusted off the dust on his body, and said indifferently, "It's fine now, the human rights above thought that Shen Qingchen's reincarnation had affected Shen Ling's fate, so no one dared to make a sound, and this matter was covered up just like that."

"If I knew that it would be so easy to fool you, I wouldn't have gone crazy with you."

He rubbed his glabella.

Hua Liuyue said, "There is no medicine for regret in this world."

"Oh, really?"

Feng Ling Jue was dispirited as he leaned against a tree, looking into the distance.

"However, I have a Worry Forgetting Pill here, do you want it?"

Hua Liuyue laughed, taking pleasure in his misfortune.

"Leave it to yourself. This Seat is very good."

Feng Ling Jue rolled his eyes.

"Is that so? "It seems like you're not completely fine."

Hua Liuyue said.

Feng Lingju was about to answer when an eagle's cry pierced through the clouds from afar.

"Alright, Green Lantern is urging me."

Feng Ling Jue shot a glance at the black hawk that was descending from the sky, lightly jumped down from the tree, and left.

"Don't ask me from now on."

Hua Liuyue laughed and returned the jade bottle back into his sleeve.

When Feng Ling Jue walked back into the Devil Hall, the Demon Generals guarding the door all kneeled down. He was too lazy to look at them, and directly walked into the great hall with large strides.

Luo Qingdeng was waiting in front of the table.

"Milord, we've waited for a long time."

"How is it?"

Feng Ling Jue lazily said.

"Milord, for the past thirty thousand years, all of the scrolls and scrolls of the Church have been here. Please take a look."

Luo Qingdeng smiled slightly, then pointed to the mountain of bamboo slips that was piled next to him.

Feng Ling Jue suddenly felt dizzy, and couldn't help but rub his forehead.

"Lord?"

Luo Qingdeng reminded Feng Ling Jue again.

"It's been hard on you, all this time."

Feng Lingju finally understood how shameful it was for him to throw away the entire Demonic Cult and run off.

Feng Ling Jue read the scroll for an entire day. When night fell, Luo Qingdeng came to add fuel to the fire.

Feng Lingju was used to life in the wild and clouds, and now that he was being held prisoner, he was truly not used to it. He rubbed his dry and dry eyes, and looked at the flickering candlelight with a bit of confusion. Also, the days when he ran off to the Mount Kunlun on his own accord.

When he thought about the past, Feng Ling Jue couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. Thinking back to when he had just become a Devil Monarch, his temperament was unpredictable, and he relied on Luo Qingdeng everywhere;

Thinking like this, Feng Ling Jue was no longer sleepy, and continued to read through the case report in his hands.

From the looks of it, an entire night had passed, and the case sect had already seen nearly half of it. Feng Lingjue had to admit that Luo Qingdeng had taken care of this Demonic Cult very well for the past thirty thousand years.

He stretched lazily as Luo Qingdeng walked in with some pastries.

"Lord, you've worked hard."

Luo Qingdeng placed the delicate plate of pastries in front of the table. Feng Ling Jue took a glance;

"Put it down."

Feng Ling Jue asked Luo Qingdeng, "How are the people I asked you to investigate?"

"This subordinate wanted to tell sire, the person you wanted to investigate is currently in a small town in the mortal world. Do you want me to bring him here?"

Luo Qingdeng said.

"No need. After I finish dealing with these matters, I'll go myself."

Feng Ling Jue said indifferently as he picked up another bamboo scroll.

"Right, there's one more thing."

Luo Qingdeng suddenly seemed to remember something.

"What is it?"

Feng Lingjue lowered his head and seriously looked at the case sect without even raising the corner of his eyes.

"In two days, it will be the grand ceremony for the new Sect Leader to take over."

Luo Qingdeng said.

Feng Lingju's movements paused as the corner of his mouth slightly lifted. With a bit of demonic charm, he finally raised his head and said, "Yo, this is a big day!"

"I don't know, sir …"

Luo Qingdeng wanted to say something but hesitated.

"We'll talk about it later."

He put down the bamboo slip, stood up, and smiled. "However, if I don't go on such a big day, wouldn't I be letting down that proper act?"

Luo Qingdeng was startled, he stood up, "Master, you have just recovered …"

Feng Ling Jue extended a hand, gesturing for Luo Qingdeng to remain silent, and said: "Within the Six Realms, who can do anything to me?"

This was not arrogance, but the current Feng Lingjue was indeed.

It was likely that only that person would be his nemesis.

"Qing Dao, I'm sorry, I will take care of the rest. I want to go look for Yao Qing first."

Feng Ling Jue thought about it, and still felt that something was amiss.

"Then milord, please be careful."

Luo Qingdeng pondered for a moment, and then bowed.

"Yes."

Finished speaking, Feng Ling Jue left.

It had already been thirty thousand years since they last saw each other. They did not know what had happened to him, and only hoped that nothing had happened to him.

The moment he landed on the ground, Feng Lingju immediately changed back to his mortal appearance. He was still dressed in red, and looked just like a dashing young master.

He lightly stepped onto the limestone floor, Feng Lingjue looked around at the bustling scene and could not help but lightly smile. He did not expect that Yao Qing actually knew how to enjoy life, and actually found such a paradise to live in seclusion.

With this thought, Feng Lingjue arrived at the entrance of a teahouse.

The teahouse was not big, and the flag outside had the words "Clear Tea House" written on it.

The fragrance of the tea lingered in the air. Feng Lingju smiled as he walked into the teahouse and said, "Shopkeeper, give me a jug of wine."

"Honored guest, this is a teahouse, there is no …"

At this moment, the youth behind the counter, who was arranging an abacus, raised his head. When he saw the familiar and handsome face, the youth was stunned. "Devil …"

Before he was able to say the word 'monarch', Feng Lingjue had already extended a slender finger and lightly placed it on his lips, signalling the youth not to say anything.

The youth woodenly nodded his head. He quickly bent over and brought out a jug of wine, excitedly walking up to Feng Lingjue's table. If there weren't any customers in the teahouse, he would probably kneel down.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]