Chapter 486: Is It the Same Person?

Chapter 486: Is It the Same Person?

In the grand Demon Palace Hall, the imposing seat of the Demon Lord commanded awe from thousands of followers, who bowed their heads in submission.

The world belonged entirely to demons, and all demons yielded to the lord. With a mere snap of his fingers, he could determine the fate of nations.

To control the world while being surrounded by beauties—that was the true pinnacle of manhood.

And now, the most gifted and wicked Demon Woman in the world sat on the lap of the Demon Ruler, leaning against his chest like a delicate maiden from Jiangnan, her gentleness flowing like water.

The sturdy and firm embrace gave her an incredible sense of security.

With an air of authority that looked down upon the masses, she admired her long-time admired master, who had now become her man.

Her soft gaze never left Lin Nuo; every detail about him was a shining point worthy of her prolonged reverie.

She yearned to draw closer to this esteemed Demon Lord, but his frosty demeanor and overwhelming presence kept her movements restrained.

Lin Nuo swept his gaze across the Demon Disciples outside the palace, a chilling smile tugging at the corners of his lips before his eyes turned back to the beautiful Demon Woman in his arms.

“D-Demon Lord…”

Ling Meng whispered Lin Nuo’s name, her heart filled with reverence at his sword-like gaze.

“You seem quite afraid of me,” Lin Nuo asked coldly.

“N-no, it’s just… the Demon Lord is too noble. Before you, I am as humble as dust…”

“You are the most outstanding Demon Cultivator I have ever encountered, capable of conquering the world and commanding countless troops—there’s no need for such humility.”

“Thank you, Demon Lord, for your praise. I’ve always admired and aspired to be like you. When you didn’t mind my lack of ability and my impulsiveness, agreeing to guide me to become an exceptional Demon Cultivator and allowing me to share in the honor of ruling the world—I cannot express my gratitude enough.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Demon Lord. I have always liked you and hope to follow you forever. Whatever you desire, I just hope that you won’t abandon me.”

“You are my woman, not a servant. Where is the confident you I once knew?” Lin Nuo continued, his tone still cold.

“Then can the Demon Lord indulge me? I truly love you; please cherish me well.”

“That is inevitable.”

Lin Nuo lifted Ling Meng’s chin once more; the once proud Demon Woman now appeared surprisingly humble, piquing his interest.

As the Supreme Demon Lord, choosing a wife was easy, and this Demon Woman was the most fitting.

He gradually leaned in closer to Ling Meng’s face, while her heart raced like a wild deer, beating faster and faster as if wanting to leap out.

Now, up close, she could see the Demon Lord’s handsome face—perfect and impeccable. She wanted to monopolize this man forever.

Unable to contain her inner desires, she kissed him first before he could lower his lips, wrapping her arms tightly around this proud Demon Lord.

This little woman wasn’t too bad.

Lin Nuo didn’t blame her either; her fragrance and soft red lips were quite satisfying to him.

After a long while, Lin Nuo princess-carried Ling Meng.

“Demon Lord, please continue to indulge me.”

“Let’s return to the room first.”

“Back to the room? Yes, yes! Back to the room! I am the Demon Lord’s person, so please do not hold back.”

The thought of returning to the room made Ling Meng incredibly excited; sharing a room with the Demon Lord, whom she admired and longed for, was indeed a blessing earned over a millennium.

“Heh, I naturally won’t hold back.”

With that, Lin Nuo carried Ling Meng, walking down the long red carpet.

Thousands of Demon Disciples knelt on one knee, respectfully sending this pair of Demon Cultivators away.

…

“Demon Lord! Demon Lord! Demon Lord!”

Lying on the bed, Ling Meng happily called out the title “Demon Lord,” eagerly anticipating a night of romance with Wu Ying Ge, when suddenly, an unexpected occurrence disrupted her dream.

She woke up.

In the familiar boudoir, there was no grandeur of the Demon Palace; she was all alone, in eerie silence.

“Demon Lord! Where’s my Demon Lord! Ah! My Demon Lord!”

Ling Meng was losing her mind; she was so close to returning to their room, where she could have the Demon Lord’s affection. But alas, she woke up, and all of it shattered.

Ling Meng was the leader, with Demon Women stationed outside; if anything unusual occurred inside, they would rush back immediately.

Hearing her excited screams, the Demon Women quickly knocked on the door:

“Lady Ling, what’s going on?!”

Their rule was to break in if Ling Meng didn’t respond within five seconds, to avoid any potential calamities for her.

“It’s fine, I’m fine!”

Ling Meng quickly replied, flustered. If her subordinates found out she had such a dreamy delusion and was annoyed after waking up, her dignity would shatter.

“Lady Ling, you just shouted; are you really okay? We’re worried.”

“Really fine, I just had a slight mishap while practicing. You’ve all done your duties admirably; go back to your posts, I’m fine.”

“Lady Ling working hard at night is truly a role model for us. If you feel unwell, please let us know.”

With that, the Demon Women retreated to their posts, and Ling Meng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she managed to brush it off; it would have been too embarrassing if they discovered the truth.

Ling Meng threw off her covers and got out of bed. After that dream, she felt so much better, free from the curse of malice.

In her mind, there was only the image of the Demon Lord clad in a black battle robe, the man who ensnared her heart, making her smile absentmindedly at the thought of him.

“Perhaps that is the true face of my master; he is the strongest Demon Lord in this world, destined to conquer all.”

Ling Meng mused to herself, realizing her mind was finally clear of distressing thoughts, and she concluded:

“It must be that my master used the dream to save me. He is omnipotent; this kind of thing is a piece of cake for him. My master has faith in me; in the future, I will become my master’s woman.”

Ling Meng picked up the pillow she had clutched while sleeping, gazing at Wu Ying Ge’s image on it with a new idea.

“My master’s Demon Lord image is too handsome; I want to have another painting done to depict the Demon Lord’s likeness. Sigh, my master, my Demon Lord, please let me be your woman soon, I want you to cherish me.”

Ling Meng rolled on the bed, reminiscing about the beautiful dreamscape.

…

In the center of Tian Lin, before the dragon-headed statue.

The Demon Cultivator Zhou Zi, who had returned from the dream, was in a daze, feeling as though he was the one whose spirit had been shattered.

He had previously boasted about destroying Ling Meng’s spirit, but in reality, he ended up suffering the consequences, brutally defeated in the dream.

Not only Zhou Zi had a problem, but even Zhu Yu had fallen silent.

He had also specifically gone to observe Ling Meng’s dream, curious about how Zhou Zi would destroy her spirit, and to his surprise, he witnessed an astonishing scene.

That Demon Lord and that Sword Immortal seemed to be the same person?!