Li Yuan stared at the Demon Saint Ji Meng before him. Whoever I glimpse, their true name appears in the Diary.
Demon Saint Ji Meng, a Dragon Race general from the late Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation, had been framed by Yuanhuang and expelled from the Dragon Race. He joined the Demon Court with the intention of making the Dragon Race great again. He was quite reasonable.
He was also loyal and righteous, even dying for the Demon Court during the calamity. He could be reasoned with.
Inside a side hall of the Eight Scenery Palace, Laozi frowned in thought. He died in the Witch-Demon Calamity. Even a mighty Quasi-Sage in the late stage like Ji Meng perished.
No wonder Master instructed us to resolve the conflict between the Witch Race and the Demon Court. If even Quasi-Sages fell, what kind of scene must that have been?
Countless living beings must have suffered. In that case, we absolutely cannot let the Wu-Demon factions go to war.
Tongtian, within Biyou Palace, clearly held a different opinion and immediately started cursing.
"Are they sick? The Witch Race and the Demon Court are both brainless, even more brainless than me. They keep fighting over who gets to be the boss of the Primordial World."
"In the end, even Quasi-Sages died. Neither side has a Saint, yet they act as though they can stabilize the situation in the Primordial World."
"Why don't they look at what happened to the Three Races and Dong Wanggong? They died miserable deaths."
He continued staring at Li Yuan, eagerly waiting to see what earth-shattering stunt his junior martial nephew would pull off.
Li Yuan nodded slightly. First courtesy, then force. He clasped his hands and bowed.
"Li Yuan, one of the only two personal disciples under Taiqing Saint of the Humanity Sect, greets Senior Ji Meng."
Ji Meng helplessly closed his eyes. There was really no need to introduce himself in such detail.
I know your backer is incredible. I saw it. I really saw it!
A bitter smile appeared on his face as he hurriedly said,
"Young friend, you came to the Demon Court over Ao Moang, didn't you?"
"I did say at the time that we should merely go through the motions while preserving the Demon Court's dignity. Clearly, he misunderstood what I meant."
"I have already given Ao Moang a slight punishment. Is young friend satisfied?"
Li Yuan's eyes lit up as he said with a smile,
"I knew Senior was reasonable. As it happens, we are reasonable too. Let's withdraw!"
Yellow Dragon immediately waved his hand and shouted excitedly,
"Today, this daoist is treating everyone! I invite all my fellow disciples to the Dragon Race for a feast, so we can strengthen the bonds between fellow disciples."
"We have all been away from the mountain training for a long time and have not met in ages. Come, come! There will be more than enough wine!"
His thoughts were simple. If he had won a billion in the lottery and did not show off, he would feel awful inside.
Li Yuan could understand that. In his previous life, even winning a hundred in the lottery would have made him post about it.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The disciples of the Three Teachings departed one after another, leaving only demon soldiers sprawled all over the ground.
Who would have thought that as soon as they left, the demon soldiers gradually rose to their feet?
The sight sent Ji Meng's blood pressure shooting straight to his head once more.
"You were all pretending?"
"Lord Demon Saint, we were just trying to stay alive. Nothing shameful about that."
"I'll shame your mother..."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Before he could finish speaking, three figures radiating Saintly might suddenly descended.
The rest of Ji Meng's words lodged directly in his throat.
"I saw magpies perched upon branches today, so I knew something good would happen. It turns out Saints have arrived in person!"
Ji Meng respectfully bowed, cold sweat already covering his forehead.
Saints—and three Saints had come in person.
It was simply terrifying. The pressure was overwhelming.
Laozi, standing at the front, casually waved his hand.
"Other than Ji Meng, everyone else may leave."
The demon soldiers lying on the ground swiftly got up and followed the many Demon Gods away without looking back.
Seeing this, Ji Meng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.
What did it mean to see true feelings in times of hardship? At this moment, he had a concrete understanding.
Yuanshi reached out and gently patted Ji Meng's shoulder, saying softly,
"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to be nervous. You and I were both students of Purple Cloud Palace. We will not make things difficult for you. We have come to reason with you."
Ji Meng nodded with a smile, though entirely different thoughts filled his heart.
I believe you my ass. It is precisely because we were both students of Purple Cloud Palace that I know how much you look down on furred, scaled, wet-born, and egg-born creatures.
Laozi continued with a cheerful smile,
"Fellow Daoist, think carefully. The Demon Court has not suffered any real casualties. It merely lost a little face. It was in the wrong to begin with, so losing some face is no great matter."
"Besides, my disciple Li Yuan and the others are still only children. They got hot-headed, and since they were already here, it was for your own good."
Ji Meng took a deep breath. Faced with this string of moves, he had no strength to resist at all.
"Yes, yes, yes. What the Saints say is absolutely right. I have already realized my mistake."
"I will certainly correct it in the future. Many thanks to the young friends for coming to remind and encourage me. Yes, encourage me."
"This daoist absolutely has no intention of seeking trouble with the disciples of the Three Teachings."
He chose to be as meek and cowardly as Zhan Hu.
The figures of the Three Pure Ones instantly vanished, leaving Ji Meng gasping for breath.
He rushed straight toward several Demon Gods and roared,
"Damn it, I treated you as brothers, but you treated me like the Witch Race treats its enemies. You deserve a beating!"
What happened in the Demon Court afterward was unknown to the Three Pure Ones.
The main reason was that Laozi had seen the grave consequences of the Witch-Demon Calamity in the Diary.
So he claimed that he had deduced fragments of the Witch-Demon Calamity and seen Ji Meng perish.
The Three Pure Ones still remembered their friendship with this former Purple Cloud Palace classmate, so they came to say a few words.
Meanwhile, the actions of the disciples of the Three Teachings had already reached the ears of Jie Yin and Zhun Ti.
Zhun Ti looked utterly stunned and exclaimed,
"So shameless! He ought to join our Western Sect. Ah, what a pity, what a pity! Such a fine prospect."
After hearing this, Jie Yin furrowed his brow and sharply inhaled.
"Junior Brother, why do I always feel that something is wrong with those words?"
The doors of the Buddhist hall were pushed open, revealing Ran Deng's smiling figure.
"Two Sect Leaders, this poor monk has recruited another fine prospect into the Western Sect."
"This child is called Dizang. He is destined for our Western Sect. Hurry and greet them."
A fair and handsome young man pressed his palms together and respectfully bowed.
"Greetings, two Sect Leaders."
Jie Yin and Zhun Ti immediately smiled, no longer caring about the disciples of the Three Teachings.
"Good, good, good. The Vice Sect Leader is indeed a pillar of our Western Sect."
"From now on, the Vice Sect Leader may handle all large and small affairs of the Western Sect himself. There is no need to trouble us with them."
"No, no, the rules must not be broken."
At first, the Two Sages of the West had thought Ran Deng was a spy sent by Yuanshi.
As time passed, they became deeply ashamed of that thought.
Even if the Western Sect were someday left with only Jie Yin, Zhun Ti, and Ran Deng, the odds of the two of them becoming traitors would probably be greater than Ran Deng's.
Ever since Ran Deng joined the Western Sect, he had truly been diligent and conscientious, managing the Western Sect in perfect order.
Jie Yin and Zhun Ti did not even need to manage it themselves. He was the perfect group CEO.
Li Yuan led the disciples of the Three Teachings back to the Dragon Palace, where Yellow Dragon instructed the aquatic clans to receive them.
A banquet stretching like a long dragon appeared on the seafloor.
Li Yuan stared at the feast and exclaimed,
"To think I would live to see a real flowing banquet."
Once the disciples of the Three Teachings had taken their seats, Li Yuan raised his cup first and smiled as he spoke loudly.
"Today, we displayed the might of the disciples of the Three Teachings and resolved the conflict between the Dragon Race and the Demon Court."
"We should naturally... not return until we are drunk!"
"Cheers!"
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