Li Yuan: I've Got the Social Graces Down!

Li Yuan stared at Ao Guang, whose attitude had suddenly shifted, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"A wise man submits to circumstances. Fellow Daoist, you have a bright future."

Ao Guang still wore a bitter expression as he replied.

"I only hope that you fellow Daoists will have nothing to do with the Phoenix Race."

"This king can let you pass, but don't make things difficult for me either."

Before him were personal disciples of saints; behind him was the Quasi-Sage Ji Meng.

Neither side was an existence he could afford to offend.

All he could do was beg these personal disciples of saints not to do anything out of line.

Xuandu, Guangchengzi, and Duobao's goal was to improve the Wu-Demon conflict.

The Southern Blazing Undying Volcano currently seemed like an excellent entry point in their eyes.

Li Yuan, on the other hand, wanted to go find Kong Xuan.

He intended to recommend him into the fold of a saint.

Kong Xuan's talent, a saint's guidance.

With the two combined, his future would surely be boundless.

Li Yuan suddenly stepped forward, hooked his arm around Ao Guang's neck, and said in a low voice.

"Fellow Daoist, though this is our first meeting, This Daoist feels quite a kinship with you."

"See those few over there? They're all personal disciples of saints."

"Duobao, the chief disciple of the Interception Sect; Guangchengzi, the chief disciple of the Exposition Sect; and Xuandu, the chief disciple of the Humanity Sect."

As his words gradually came out.

Cold sweat had already begun to seep from Ao Guang's forehead.

He had originally thought they were all personal disciples of the same saint.

Who knew that the Three Pure Ones' bonds would be fully assembled, and chief disciples at that—a five-cost card lineup.

Ao Guang's face turned pale, and his breathing became rapid.

His gaze slowly shifted to Li Yuan beside him.

If the first three were already this formidable, then this one must be absolutely soaring, right?

"Hehe, This Daoist is Li Yuan, one of only two personal disciples of the Humanity Sect."

Ao Guang's eyes rolled white, and he was about to faint on the spot.

Fortunately, Li Yuan quickly pinched his philtrum.

"Fellow Daoist, your sleep quality is so good you can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, huh?"

"Don't sleep yet. Actually, This Daoist has a better way to keep you out of trouble."

Ao Guang stood up again and said with a serious expression.

"Please speak, fellow Daoist. This king will listen with rapt attention."

Li Yuan pointed at Xuandu and the other two, then finally at himself, and said with a smile.

"All three of us are personal disciples of saints, representing the attitude and face of three saints. You can't afford to offend us, right?"

"I can't. Truly can't."

"You work for the Demon Court now, but you're still under the Demon Saint Ji Meng. You're relatives—it's just a matter of saving face. You're not at the core of the Demon Court."

"Yes, yes, yes. What you say, fellow Daoist, is truly reasonable. You see things very clearly."

"Then it's simple. We're saint disciples. What we do is none of your business. You're just an errand-runner for the Demon Court with little pay. We can easily leave each other in peace."

Ao Guang suddenly snapped back to his senses and shook his head repeatedly.

"No, no. The Dragon Race has already besieged the Phoenix Race. If I turn a blind eye to your actions, this king will be punished."

Li Yuan reached out and slapped Ao Guang's shoulder hard, smiling.

"Look at you, getting anxious again. I told you there's a way. In fact, I have two ways."

"First, let my three senior brothers beat you up. You can't resist personal disciples of saints, so just go back and report as is."

With that, Xuandu summoned the Heaven and Earth Exquisite Pagoda, Guangchengzi summoned the Soul-Shaking Bell, and Duobao summoned the Qingping Sword.

All three exuded an aura like gangsters.

Their faces were full of ill intent as they stared at Ao Guang.

As if the moment Li Yuan gave the order, they would act without hesitation.

"Gulp—"

Ao Guang swallowed his saliva and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

His pleading gaze once again fixed on Li Yuan.

"Daoist friend, I think we can talk about the second option again."

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I have to say, Li Yuan's proposal was truly a viable plan.

By then, Ao Guang would go to Demon Saint Ji Meng while bearing injuries.

Even Ji Meng wouldn't be able to find fault.

Come on, they were the Three Pure Saints, the orthodox lineage of the Three Teachings.

We were merely Quasi-Sages, Demon Saints of the Demon Court—how could we compare?

But the bruised and swollen appearance would surely strip the Dragon Race of all dignity within the Demon Court.

Thus, Ao Guang could only pin his hopes on Li Yuan's second option.

Li Yuan chuckled softly.

"As for this second option, it's actually quite simple."

"Do you know why we've come to the Southern Blazing Undying Volcano to visit the Phoenix Race?"

Ao Guang shook his head like a rattle-drum, his eyes revealing a clear curiosity.

"I don't know."

"No harm in telling you. Second Martial Uncle Yuanshi has taken a liking to a prodigy of the Phoenix Race and wants to take them in as a personal disciple."

Li Yuan spoke bluntly, having pondered this on the way.

Even if Second Martial Uncle disliked those born from moisture and hatched from eggs, with Kong Xuan's talent, entering the Exposition Sect shouldn't be difficult.

After all, when it came to teaching disciples, Second Martial Uncle was indeed quite good.

But Ao Guang fell into despair again.

Originally, the Saint's disciples and Demon Saint Ji Meng were already too much to provoke.

Now even the Phoenix Race was beyond their reach, wasn't it?

"Is this true?"

"Absolutely no falsehood!"

Hearing Li Yuan's firm reply, Ao Guang sighed deeply.

It was over. If the Phoenix Race member joined the Saint's orthodox lineage, Wouldn't they strike ruthlessly at the Dragon Race in the future?

Li Yuan continued with a confident smile.

"This Daoist knows your worries—nothing more than fear of retaliation from the Phoenix Race."

Ao Guang nodded like a pestle pounding garlic and hurriedly said, "Exactly, exactly! What the Daoist friend says is too true. Please, show me the clear path."

Li Yuan chuckled in response.

"It's not hard. The Phoenix Race's eldest son enters the Exposition Sect—don't forget the Dragon Race also has a direct line in the Exposition Sect."

"With Junior Brother Yellow Dragon in the Exposition Sect, they'll be fellow disciples then. What enmity could there be?"

"Here's what you do: have your men stir up some flashy divine abilities, blast the Southern Blazing Undying Volcano wildly, make some noise."

"We'll take you straight to the Southern Blazing Undying Volcano, find the Phoenix Race's high-ups for a drink, do me a favor, and this matter will be settled."

"The Demon Saint will see you putting in great effort, the Phoenix Race relations will ease, and in the end, you can report back using the excuse of Saint disciples interfering."

Ao Guang's eyes gleamed with excited light.

"Marvelous, marvelous! This plan is truly marvelous."

"From now on, the Dragon Race and Phoenix Race relations will ease, or even fully improve."

"At worst, I'll get acquainted with several Saint disciples, making travel through the Primordial World much easier."

His heart marveled repeatedly, and he exclaimed aloud, "I never thought that while cultivating in seclusion on Kunlun Mountain, the Daoist friend could possess such skill in worldly affairs."

"This king admires you deeply. Please wait a moment, fellow Daoists—I'll go instruct my men first."

With that, Ao Guang transformed back into a true dragon, soared into the sky, and vanished into the mist.

Duobao frowned tightly, muttering under his breath, "Can conflicts really be resolved like this?"

Guangchengzi's eyes were also dazed, quite astonished.

"Can the identity of a Saint's disciple really be used like this?"

Xuandu stared blankly at Li Yuan, murmuring, "Where did you learn all this worldly wisdom?"

Li Yuan waved his hand—not in apology, but as if to say, "Brother, you still need practice."

"IP, Shandong, authority!"