Chapter 839 - Demon King Huyan

“Chen Fan, your talent is extraordinary. I have high hopes for you. Cultivate well, and this demonic island will be yours in the future. Stay in the princess’ residence for the next few days, and visit me whenever you're free. Don’t bother returning to the demon general’s residence for the time being.”

“Demon King...”

“

Hmm

?” Demon King Xuan Ting raised an eyebrow.

Chen Fan had no choice but to swallow his words. “Alright.”

He wasn’t yet strong enough to challenge Demon King Xuan Ting. When his cultivation advanced enough to stand against him, then...

Glancing at the princess, Chen Fan sighed inwardly. For now, he had to endure.

“Xiaofan, let’s go,” the princess said, happily hugging his arm. Chen Fan, on the other hand, wanted to cry but couldn’t shed a tear—pain and bliss merged.

Thus began several torturous days where the princess “tormented” him to the point of wishing for death.

Meanwhile, more rumors spread through the demon sect.

Gossip swirled that something had already happened between the princess and Chen Fan, and they had even met the demon king.

It seemed like Chen Fan was the successor to the throne.

This news enraged the young talents of the sect, who revered the princess as a goddess. To them, Chen Fan had stolen her.

“The first demon general is indeed amazing. Not only did he break the undefeated myth of the former first demon general, Lord Tu Shan, but he also won over the princess in no time. He truly is the role model of our generation.”

“What does that count for? He handled Lord Demon King himself—that’s the truly impressive part.”

“That’s right. Lord First Demon General met Lord Demon King, and I heard Her Highness brought him along. That’s meeting the parent! And the demon king didn’t object—seems like it’s settled.”

“It definitely is. Otherwise, how could he be living in the princess’ residence?”

“Comparison truly is the thief of joy.”

“Now, many of the young talents in the entire demon sect hate Chen Fan to death.”

“......”

The entire demon sect was talking about Chen Fan and the princess. Some were unhappy, while others worshiped Chen Fan as a hero.

In the first demon general’s residence, Yan Shuiyi looked at the empty demon palace hall and cursed, “This scoundrel, shameless, hypocritical guy, still saying he has nothing going on with the princess. He’s already living in the princess’ residence. Coward, acting bold but too scared to admit it.”

Even the people in the demon general’s residence were awestruck. Chen Fan’s feats—defeating Tu Shan and winning over the princess—left them so impressed they wanted to prostrate before him.

Qi Xue’s residence:

She stood atop the stairs.

This was where she had first met Chen Fan. Now, the space below was empty, the silence stirring a faint melancholy in her heart.

She recalled his overwhelming, domineering battle with First Demon General Tu Shan. It was unforgettable.

Yet the guardian she once threatened, warning him not to even glance her way, had risen so far beyond her reach. He no longer seemed like someone from the same world.

Perhaps this was the real reason why she just couldn’t forget him.

......

One day, Chen Fan suddenly realized the princess had stopped teasing him. Strangely, it left him feeling both unsettled and disappointed.

However, he also realized the atmosphere in the demon sect had become somewhat tense.

In the central demon palace, powerful auras gathered, signaling that something major was about to happen.

“

Hmm

, could it be...”

Chen Fan recalled the princess mentioning that an especially annoying visitor was expected on the demonic island. Was this related?

He welcomed the princess’ absence; since she stayed quiet, he didn’t ask either.

That changed when a wave of immense demonic might swept across the skies, enveloping the vast demon sect. Chen Fan’s gaze flickered as he looked upward.

Far away, in the direction of the demon king’s palace, a group of experts descended, exuding overwhelming power and clear hostility.

The princess stepped outside, her expression cold. She let out a cold snort, a trace of displeasure in her eyes. “They are here.”

“Hahaha, an old friend has come to visit. Won’t you come out to receive me, Xuan Ting?”

The voice thundered across the Xuan Ting Demon Sect, shaking the heavens. Everyone heard it clearly, their hearts trembling. A powerful demon king had arrived.

“Brother Huyan, your presence brings light to my humble dwelling.”

Demon King Xuan Ting’s voice rolled out powerfully. Immediately, a powerful force held up heaven and earth, blocking the terrifying demonic might that shrouded the demon sect.

Frowning, the princess came to Chen Fan’s side. In disgust, she said, “Overlords from another demonic island—a bunch of annoying people.

It was the first time Chen Fan had seen her show such an expression. Even this demonic lady, it seemed, had her share of troubles.

“Oh?” Chen Fan looked at the princess with a smile.

Seeing the look on Chen Fan, the anger building up inside her exploded, and she said, “Come on, it’s time. Today, you better put on a good show.”

After saying that, she hooked her arm around Chen Fan’s, her full chest pressing closely against his arm. The soft sensation sent a ripple through Chen Fan’s heart.

A true vixen

.

Seeing the look on the princess, he guessed what was going on.

“Previously, you asked for me to pretend to be your man. Does someone here want to marry you?”

“What do you mean, pretend? You are my man. What, planning to run away now?” The princess smiled bewitchingly, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Chen Fan stared at her, wide-eyed.

What was fake had become real. Escaping this demonic lady would be a long and uphill battle.

A strange, beautiful youth standing beside Demon King Huyan cast his gaze over the demon sect below.

His gaze landed on the princess’ residence. Although he was very far away, his demonic eyes were still firmly locked onto the princess.

“Shitong, long time no see. You’re still as beautiful as ever. I’ve not stopped thinking about you since we last met. All I could think about was bringing you home to Huyan Demonic Island,” the strange, beautiful youth said with a charming smile, deliberately ignoring Chen Fan, whose arm the princess clung to

Chen Fan’s eyes flickered. He had indeed hit it on the mark.

It was no wonder this demonic lady wanted to use him as a shield. Judging by the youth’s position beside Demon King Huyan, his status was undoubtedly extraordinary. He should be Demon King Huyan’s son, matching the princess’ status perfectly.

“Are we close?” the princess, Xuan Shitong, retorted coldly.

“Haha, Shitong, your sense of humor is still there, I see,” said the youth aloud. His sharp demonic eyes flicked toward Chen Fan, a cold glint flashing briefly.

“Xuan Ting, you’re not going to invite me to have a seat?” Demon King Huyan’s voice rumbled like thunder.

“Prepare a banquet,” Demon King Xuan Ting said aloud.

As the experts descended toward the demon king’s palace, the princess leaned closer to Chen Fan, her tone intimate yet sly.

“Xiaofan, let’s go to the banquet. You better perform well—Father will be furious if you make him lose face.”