From a very young age, Daji had understood one truth: not a single man could be relied on.
Whether they were humans, the Demon Race, Nature Spirits, or Gods and Devils, they were all the same. They merely desired her face and body, coveted her fame and status, and treated her as a tool for showing off, an ornament to display their own strength.
After all, compared to spending a spring night with some ordinary fairy, goddess, or spirit, how could that possibly make others as envious as the famed Demon Venerable Daji of the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds?
Daji knew this clearly, so she merely used those people. She used their greed for her body and their desire for her fame to drive them into running errands for her. But afterward, Daji would drift away gracefully, giving them only a little sweetness and keeping them dangling like that. After all, what one could not eat was the best, and what made one yearn the most.
But in these Three Realms, Daji had already run into a wall twice.
The first time was Jiang Sheng. This Judicial Heavenly Lord, who had made his name in his youth and was hailed as the contemporary number one of the Eastern Heaven Daoist Sect, even the contemporary number one of the Three Realms, faced her appearance and charm with a heart like still water, without the slightest ripple, and there was not half a trace of lust in his eyes.
Jiang Sheng truly had no heart for mortal love or desire. He existed with his whole mind set on the Dao, his spirit indifferent, holding only the Great Dao and nothing else. His Dao arts were profound and lofty, his divine abilities vast, and the cultivation he carried had carved out a