I Am the Rules of the Devil Realm!

The Demon Lord went out for a while and brought back a mute female demon as his disciple.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire city lord's mansion, and even among other demons who were not particularly close to the Demon Lord, it went viral!

It should be noted that there has never been a case of the Devil Realm taking on a disciple in the Demon Realm, let alone a female demon!

As soon as this news reached the ears of the demon generals, the six demon generals who had survived under the Demon Lord immediately came knocking on their door.

"Taking on a disciple?" Fusheng raised an eyebrow in surprise, but his expression quickly returned to calm. "That's right, I've taken on a disciple."

He knew very well that when he brought Sang Ying back that day, he only told the guards that the demoness would follow him from now on.

But Fusheng never expected that a simple sentence would eventually become a statement that he wanted to take Sang Ying as his apprentice.

However, he did not reject this result. In fact, when he heard the demon generals questioning him about whether Sang Ying was his disciple, Fusheng even felt a strange sense of pleasure.

This pleasant feeling made him treat these demon generals, whom he had always disliked, much better.

Upon hearing Fusheng's affirmative answer, the demon generals' expressions turned even uglier.

One of the horned demon generals even boldly spoke up, "My lord, our Devil Race has always judged people by their strength. There is no such thing as taking on disciples. You just randomly took on a disciple of unknown origin, and she's a mute banshee at that..."

"So?" Fusheng rested his chin on his hand, quietly waiting for the other person to continue.

"This is probably not in accordance with the rules of our Devil Race," the horned demon general said cautiously before continuing.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a foot slammed into his stomach, sending him flying a great distance from the house before he crashed heavily onto the flagstones in the courtyard.

"Devil Race rules?" Fusheng sneered. "What such thing has your Devil Race ever had? Besides, I am the current Demon Lord, and my words are the rules of the Devil Race! There has never been such a precedent before, so I will set one from now on. Remember this well: the female Xiao Yao will henceforth be my disciple, and will be my only disciple!"

When he uttered the word "unique," Fusheng felt a surge of relief, as if some regret had been made up for. Because of this joy, he did not continue to attack the demon who had angered him earlier.

The demon general struggled to his feet, and upon hearing these words, he dared not refute them, only responding meekly a few times.

Seeing this, the other five demon generals knew they couldn't change the Demon Lord's mind. They also knew the horror of Fusheng and dared not say another word, fearing they would suffer the same fate as the previous demon general.

"Yes, we will obey the Demon Lord's orders." Everyone obediently lowered their heads.

With the matter resolved, the demon generals naturally had no reason to stay any longer. The entire Twin Orchid Realm hadn't yet fallen into the hands of the Devil Realm, and the six of them still had plenty of work to do.

After they left, Fusheng's courtyard did not return to peace. A figure slowly emerged from behind the screen in the room, carrying with her a fragrant breeze, and with the slightest movement, she rushed towards Fusheng's face.

This warm fragrance wasn't to Fusheng's liking, so he secretly took a step back, not wanting to get too involved.

"You've become addicted to being a Demon Lord, you've even taken on a little disciple?" Qi Yaoji walked out alluringly, dressed in a thin Hongyi, the bells at her feet jingling softly with each step.

Fusheng turned his head away from her outstretched hand, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes. "This is none of your business."

He disliked Qi Yaoji's face. If she hadn't been someone his master had arranged for him, he would have killed her the moment he saw Qi Yaoji!

Qi Yaoji, seeing the resistance on his face, wasn't angry. "Do you think I want to control you? I'm just reminding you not to forget your place. You're nothing but a puppet on a string, so don't even think about things you shouldn't. If you delay your master's plans, you know what the consequences will be."

His face was hidden by a mask, making his expression impossible to discern. His voice, Fusheng, remained as cold as ever. "I know my limits. As for you, don't get any improper thoughts."

After saying this, Fusheng immediately asked Qi Yaoji to leave.

Qi Yaoji, caught off guard, didn't look too pleased either. "Hmph, I hope what you're saying is true."

She tossed her head and stormed off.

Once there were no outsiders left in the courtyard, Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief and then walked towards the backyard, which no one dared to enter.

The back garden of the city lord's mansion was even more exquisite than the front garden. It was not only planted with many precious flowers and trees, but also had many layers of formations set up to prevent anyone from escaping.

As soon as Fusheng entered the backyard, he saw Sang Ying —oh no, now she should be called Xiao Yao —practicing her sword.

Everything she owned had been taken away, including the Floating River Sword. Now, she was merely holding a twig she had found, which she was earnestly wielding.

The scene looked somewhat familiar to Fusheng, as if he had seen it countless times before.

Fusheng didn't disturb her, waiting until Xiao Yao stopped on her own before calling her over, "Xiao Yao, come quickly and let your teacher take a look."

The girl with round, blunt animal ears slowly approached him, but a hint of doubt flickered in her eyes, perhaps wondering why Fusheng would refer to himself as "Master."

"Xiao Yao, I've decided to take you as my apprentice. Are you happy?" Fusheng asked, his tone carrying a hint of nervousness that he himself didn't realize.

Sang Ying concealed the mockery in her eyes, taking advantage of her silenced status to completely ignore him.

But Fusheng didn't care about any of that. Even without hearing his disciple's reply, he continued to mutter to himself, "I knew you were willing. Xiao Yao n't worry, Xiaoyao, your master will protect you. Your master will teach you everything he has learned. If you want to become the new Demon Lord, your master can help you. Whatever you want, your master will do everything in his power to get it for you!"

As Fusheng spoke, he couldn't contain his excitement. It was as if he had always hoped to say these words to Sang Ying.

Unfortunately, Sang Ying showed no sign of appreciating her kindness. She simply wrote on the ground with a twig in silence, "If I want to leave, can you grant me that?"

Fusheng's expression suddenly turned cold, as if his enthusiasm had been doused with a bucket of cold water, chilling him to the bone.

"Do you really have to do this?" His voice turned cold again.

Sang Ying silently wrote, "Then Demon Lord, stop calling yourself my master. I have my own master, but it's not you!"

At this moment, Fusheng's anger reached its peak.

"Is that so? Then I'll see if your master can find you again!"