After spending some time together, she gradually came to understand how impressive Wang Fugui was, and increasingly understood why the Old Ancestor valued him so highly.
Now, she had no objections to marrying Wang Fugui at all.
When Yun Mengyu heard this, her face darkened: "Donât even think about it. Fugui wonât marry you. Youâre just a little girl, you donât know anything yet, stop going on about marriage every day."
"Hmph~ When I grow up, Iâll definitely be prettier than you."
"You? Haha~"
"Sister Mengyu, just you wait, I definitely wonât lose to you."
The two of them, one older and one younger, started bickering like a pair of fighting cockerels.
Ji Yueer, who was watching from the side, covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
The scene was truly lively~ Only the composed Young Master Fugui was calmly drinking tea, unaffected by the chaos.
And as the flying carriage was bustling with activity inside, it streaked across the sky like a meteor, piercing through the thick gray-black demonic clouds, speeding towards a certain direction.
This time, Wang Fugui was on an important mission. Rescuing the Little Demon Sovereign was a chance encounter, a convenient task; he had more crucial matters to attend to.
The luxurious flying carriage flew over mountains and rivers, traveling a great distance before finally stopping on a rather desolate mountaintop.
Wang Fugui lifted the curtain and looked out.
Deep underground.
A tall and burly member of the Demonic Clan had been waiting for some time, and upon sensing Wang Fugui from afar, transmitted a message, "Fugui, Iâve established a secret base underground. Follow my instructions to come down..."
This Demonic Clan member had prominent dragon horns, with black and red dragon scales glinting coldly; he was none other than the Dragon Blood Demon God, Yun Xiayang.
It turned out that Wang Fuguiâs trip was to meet Yun Xiayang.
Soon enough, Wang Fugui and Yun Xiayang successfully met in the secret base.
It was a simple cave, with faint claw marks visible on the walls, and naturally glowing crystal stones embedded within, illuminating a small stone table in the center.
Sitting across from each other at the stone table, Wang Fugui and Yun Xiayang were sharing a pot of Immortal Tea.
As for the others, Zi Yueer stayed behind on the flying carriage to protect them.
"Fugui." Yun Xiayang said excitedly, "The tricks you taught me earlier are very effective. Come now, do you have any more cunning plans to teach me~"
Cunning plans?
Wang Fugui glanced at him indifferently, "When I return, Iâm planning to introduce a few boyfriends to my familyâs Luomei, the Old Ancestor."
Yun Xiayangâs face stiffened, quickly laughing awkwardly, "I was just joking with you, Fugui, donât take it to heart."
"Recently, there have been skirmishes and battles between the Demonic Clan and our Human race everywhere, and many elites from our Immortal Dynasty and the Demonic Dynasty have been captured by the Demonic Clan in various conflicts," Wang Fugui said seriously, "Your Highness, you must find a way to gather and rescue our people."
Yun Xiayangâs expression turned slightly troubled, "This time, Iâve thoroughly offended the Yincha Demonic God and the Demon God of Darkness and Kill; itâs difficult to retrieve Human race captives from their territories."
"Relations within the Demonic Clan are always filled with deceit and betrayals, but as long as thereâs a sufficiently enticing interest, they can quickly reconcile," Wang Fugui said calmly, "Yincha Demonic God and Demon God of Darkness and Kill are not without desires; as long as we understand their needs, nothing is impossible."
Yun Xiayang gave Wang Fugui a deep look and said with admiration, "Fugui, if you became a professional con man, I wonder how many people would be left without a penny, yet counting money for you."
"In addition, Your Highness, during this collapse of the Demonic Clan, gather more defeated soldiers and control more territories," Wang Fugui advised, "I will also assist you here, exchanging elite demonic soldiers during prisoner swaps, so your power will grow stronger and neither Yincha nor Ming Sha will underestimate you again. Only then will you have a stable foothold. After that, we can plot further."
"Wait a moment!" Yun Xiayang, increasingly perplexed, suddenly looked odd, "Why do I feel somethingâs off? As I develop better in the Demonic World, with deeper roots and more subordinates, when can I go back to marry Miaomiao?"
"Marriage isnât something to be rushed," Wang Fugui consoled, "Only through the test of time and trials will love grow more profound and sweet."
"Fugui, you make so much sense," Yun Xiayang said helplessly, "But I still want to hurry back to see Miaomiao."
"Donât rush, donât rush~ Here is a letter from my familyâs Luomei, the Old Ancestor, for you to quench your thirst," Wang Fugui said, handing over a letter.
Yun Xiayang eagerly snatched the letter and began to read.
After reading it several times, he reluctantly folded it, tears welling up as he looked skyward: "Miaomiao~ rest assured, I wonât let you down. I will endure for the sake of the Human race, for you!"
Wang Fugui observed with a sigh in his heart.
He had put considerable effort into forging Luomei Old Ancestorâs handwriting.
After dealing with Yun Xiayangâs matters, Wang Fugui called Ji Yueer down and gave her the task of handling future operations with the Dragon Blood Demon God.