“Hey, where did the Demon Lord go?”
“Yeah, that’s weird, wasn’t the Demon Lord just here in front of us?”
“Wait, that Fire Phoenix is gone too.”

All the monster cultivators present were utterly baffled.

They’d clearly been right in front of them a moment ago, and now both were gone.

Kun yu’s face was full of anxiety. “Mother, did something happen to Young Master?”

Kun yu had just seen Lin Mo taken away by the Demon Lord. Her expression was calm. “Relax, nothing will happen to Young Master.”

“And don’t think I don’t know what’s going on in that little head of yours.”

“Don’t even think about setting your sights on Young Master. You’re not qualified.”

Kun Peng’s face twisted. “Mother, I’m your own son!”

Kun yu shot her stupid son a sidelong glance. “You could be my father and it still wouldn’t matter.”

As his mother, how could she not understand what this idiot was thinking?

Whether in bloodline, bearing, or strength, Kun Peng was far inferior to Young Master.

Most importantly, their clan placed great emphasis on bloodline.

The only one who could be with Young Master was the Demon Lord.

“What, you actually dare compete with the Demon Lord for someone?”

Kun Peng’s pupils shrank, his face full of shock. “Mother, you mean…?”

Kun yu nodded slightly. “Mm. It was the Demon Lord who took Young Master away.”

Kun Peng suddenly understood. “So the Demon Lord is actually a man.”

All these years in the Demon Realm, he had never seen the Demon Lord’s true face. Strictly speaking, only someone of his mother’s status had truly seen the Demon Lord’s appearance.

Kun yu showed a meaningful smile. “The Demon Lord is not a man.”

“So that’s how it is.”

“Huh?”

Kun Peng felt like his brain was about to fry. The Demon Lord wasn’t a man? Then why say he was competing with the Demon Lord for someone?

He simply could not make sense of it.

“So is the Demon Lord a man or a woman?”

“Mother, haven’t you seen the Demon Lord?”

Kun yu no longer wanted to answer her foolish son. “There are some things you don’t need to worry about.”

Seeing her mother about to drag Qu Ruyan away, Kun Peng panicked. “Mother, don’t! At least tell me the truth!”

“You’re talking all foggy and roundabout, it makes me feel like there are bugs crawling all over me.”

Kun yu said blandly, “You’re a bird anyway. Just eat the bugs off yourself.”

Kun Peng was utterly speechless.

On Qu Ruyan’s side, she hadn’t reacted at all to Lin Mo’s disappearance.

“Senior Brother, this meat is so good, try some.”

Qu Ruyan held up some unknown roasted meat, her mouth shiny with oil. Just as she was about to share her delicacy with Lin Mo—

“Eh? Where’s Senior Brother?”

Kun yu walked over and explained, “Young Master went to take care of some matters. You should settle down with my clan for now.”

In the distance, the Devouring Clan chieftain heard this and called out in an old, hoarse voice, “Yanyan, come over to Grandpa.”

Kun yu frowned. “Devourer, aren’t you being a bit shameless? With that memory projection just now, you think we’re all blind?”

Besides, according to Young Master’s wishes…

She had no intention of letting Qu Ruyan return to the Devouring Clan.

The Devouring Clan’s chieftain was already old, but his skin was still thick. “Yanyan, I’ve found all sorts of delicacies lately. Come back to the clan with Grandpa and I’ll let you eat them all.”

They had at least spent a few years together.

He understood Qu Ruyan’s temperament like the back of his hand.

Faced with the temptation of food, Qu Ruyan absolutely could not refuse.

For now, the only plan was to get Qu Ruyan—who carried the Pei Ling bloodline inheritance—back to the clan first.

If he didn’t secure that Pei Ling bloodline, he wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep in peace.

“Grandpa.” Qu Ruyan slowly walked toward the Devouring Clan chieftain.

The chieftain’s face softened into a kindly smile. “That’s right, come to Grandpa. Grandpa will take you back for good food.”

Kun yu saw this and reached out, wanting to pull her back.

Then she saw Qu Ruyan stop.

“Grandpa Devourer, I do like to eat, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

Seeing this, Kun yu finally relaxed.

It seemed this junior sister of Little Fu’s still had the ability to tell right from wrong.

After all, the memory projection just now had made things very clear.

The Devouring Clan chieftain clearly had bad intentions toward Qu Ruyan—he was no good monster at all.

The chieftain hadn’t expected Qu Ruyan to wise up.

The next moment, he heard her say, “Grandpa Devourer, nothing you have tastes as good as what Senior Brother gives me!”

“Besides, if I go with you again, Senior Brother will definitely be angry.”

“I can tell the difference between one full meal and every meal being full.”

Qu Ruyan even added considerately, “You should be careful on your way back. I’ll head back first.”

Kun yu drew in a breath. It seemed she had overestimated this junior sister of Young Master’s intelligence. But it was fine—Young Master had his own ways to keep an eye on this girl.

The process didn’t matter. As long as the result was right, it was enough.

On the other side, Lin Mo felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

By the time he came to, he was no longer within the Kun clan’s territory, but in some luxurious, spacious bedchamber he didn’t recognize.

“You’re awake?”

A tender, childish voice sounded by his ear, but the tone was mature.

Lin Mo followed the voice and looked over. It was a little girl in a bright yellow long dress.

Her face was round and chubby, quite similar to his daughter’s.

Lin Mo crouched down, gently pinched the little girl’s cheek, and asked softly, “Little sister, where is this?”

The girl clearly hadn’t expected Lin Mo to pinch her face. A flicker of chagrin crossed her features, then she bared two small tiger teeth in a grin. “This is my sleeping palace.”

As she spoke, her hand reached up to touch Lin Mo’s face. “Your face is really nice to look at.”

Lin Mo froze for a moment. Just now, he hadn’t even registered how her hand had reached his face.

Looking at the bright, smiling expression on the little girl’s face,

Lin Mo felt a strong sense of dissonance.

That expression was nothing like what a little girl should have.

Realizing something was off, Lin Mo’s face grew solemn. “Who exactly are you?”

A wisp of violet flame rose from the girl’s index finger. With a playful look, she blew it out. “Who do you think I am?”

A familiar pressure swept through his whole body. Lin Mo reacted instantly. “Demon Lord?”

The little phoenix really was clever.

The girl smiled, hooked both arms around Lin Mo’s neck, and sniffed at his hair. “You smell wonderful.”

Being treated like this by a girl who looked only twelve or thirteen made Lin Mo deeply uncomfortable.

For the record, he was not into lolis.

Even if she was a “legal loli,” he still wasn’t interested.

“Demon Lord, you brought me alone to your bedchamber—what do you want with me?”

“Call me Big Sister.” The girl’s fingertip lightly pressed against Lin Mo’s lips as she smiled. “I do have one matter.”

Lin Mo looked at her calmly.

“Little Phoenix, are you interested in helping me run the Demon Realm together?”

“Huh?”