Chapter 1023 — The Snow-White Cat
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 5
Yun Chuxiu glanced at Demon King Dutian, knitted her brows a little, and said, "A demon god of the Godslayer Terrace realm, and an ugly one at that—why does Heavenly Venerable Mu treat him so well? " Shen Mu laughed. "Good aptitude, good comprehension, clever and tough.
He was simply held back in his early years. Demon King Dutian is one of the few men I have ever found worthy of notice.
" Yun Chuxiu could not help growing curious. "And who else is worthy of Heavenly Venerable Mu's notice?
" "Plenty.
" Shen Mu rattled them off like a man counting treasures: "The ten Heavenly Venerables of the Heavenly Court, and Tiangong besides, and Tubo, the Heavenly Emperor, the Empress, Yuanmu, and the other ancient gods; the Great Emperor and Kaihuang; the powerhouses of the Emperor's Throne, great and small; and several dozen talents of the younger generation. All told, some one or two hundred. " Yun Chuxiu laughed until she trembled like a flower in the breeze. "One or two hundred is what you call plenty?
Heavenly Venerable Mu, are you trying to frighten me to death? " Shen Mu's soul nearly went off with the woman; inwardly he sighed, What a woman.
"No wonder even the Heavenly Emperor, an ancient god, fell for it back in the day! " Dragon Qilin lifted his head alertly and coughed.
Shen Mu at once pulled himself together, shifted his gaze from Yun Chuxiu to Divine King Langwo, and instantly felt that all of Yun Chuxiu's allure was useless.
Feasting his eyes on the quiet, elegant beauty of Divine King Langwo could settle his heart into stillness. The two women had identical faces, yet Divine King Langwo was not like Yun Chuxiu: Yun Chuxiu provoked a fierce possessiveness in a man, whereas the aura of Divine King Langwo drew you in without your knowing, until you were steeped in infatuation.
Dragon Qilin coughed again. Shen Mu could not help wondering, "I am not looking at the little vixen anymore—why is Fatty Dragon still coughing to warn me? " Dragon Qilin's brows were deeply knit, and he felt uneasy. "Is there any saving our Sect Master? " Yun Chuxiu looked at Divine King Langwo and frowned slightly, thinking, "This little seductress has more skill at hooking men than I do.
Where does she come from? By her bearing she might be my sister—but my sister is that little witch Lian Huanhun, and she would not have sent another Jue Wuchen.
I have probed her for so long and still cannot see through her.
Among the ten Heavenly Venerables, which one has transformed into Jue Wuchen? Heavenly Venerable Gong? No, that does not fit either. . . " Shen Mu traded a few teasing words with the two women, then rose and left with Demon King Dutian and Dragon Qilin. "Brother Dutian, I have given the Gourd-Heaven Bottle into Fatty Dragon's keeping.
From now on you follow Fatty Dragon day to day.
" Only after they had gotten clear of Yun Chuxiu and Divine King Langwo did he go on: "When you have time, go into the Gourd-Heaven Bottle and settle your people. That gourd-world is still a blank slate, and it is room enough for your clan to multiply and thrive.
But the Gourd-Heaven Bottle is only another Land of No Sorrow. Hiding inside it will only keep you closed in on yourselves. In the end you will still have to migrate out and settle in the world beyond. " Demon King Dutian assented, and said bleakly, "Out there the heavens stand thick as trees. I fear there will be no place for my clan to perch. " Shen Mu smiled slightly.
"In the Heavenly Court it is hard for you to earn merit, but in my service merit is not hard to come by. In Jingping there is a race called the Tianyu.