Still a child, a moment of impulse, since we're here, it's for your own good!

Li Yuan stared at the Demon Saint Ji Meng before him. Those I spy upon, the diary reveals their true names.

[Demon Saint Ji Meng, a Dragon Race general from the end of the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation, framed by Yuanhuang and expelled from the Dragon Race, later joined the Demon Court. He intends to make the Dragon Race great again. A reasonable one, it seems.]

[Loyal and righteous by nature, he even fell in the Calamity for the Demon Court. Can be communicated with.]

Inside a side hall of the Eight Scenery Palace, Laozi frowned in contemplation, thinking to himself.

"Falling in the Witch-Demon Calamity—even Ji Meng, a late-stage Quasi-Sage powerhouse, perished."

"No wonder the Master told us to mediate the conflict between Witches and Demons. The fall of a Quasi-Sage—what kind of scene must that be?"

"I imagine the devastation will be immense. If so, we must prevent the Witches and Demons from going to war at all costs."

Inside Biyou Palace, Tongtian clearly held a different opinion and started cursing outright.

"Crazy. The Witches and Demons are both brainless—even more brainless than me. Fighting over who gets to be the big shot in the Primordial World."

"In the end, they let Quasi-Sages fall, and neither side has a Saint. As if they could stabilize the Primordial situation."

"Don't they look at what happened to the Three Races and Dong Wanggong? They died miserably."

He continued staring at Li Yuan, eager to see what shocking thing this Junior Martial Nephew might stir up next.

Li Yuan gave a slight nod. Courtesy before force. He cupped his hands in greeting.

"This Daoist, Li Yuan, the second personal disciple under the Humanity Sect's Taiqing Saint, pays respects to Senior Ji Meng."

Ji Meng helplessly closed his eyes. There was really no need for such a detailed introduction.

I know your backing is formidable. I saw it. I really saw it!

A bitter smile crept onto his face as he quickly replied.

"Young friend, I assume your visit to the Demon Court concerns the matter of Ao Moang."

"To be honest, I said at the time to go through the motions but not to lose the Demon Court's dignity. Clearly, he misunderstood my meaning."

"I have already given Ao Moang a slight punishment. I wonder if Young Friend is satisfied?"

Li Yuan's eyes lit up, and he smiled.

"This Daoist knew Senior was a reasonable man. And as it happens, we are reasonable too. Let's withdraw!"

Yellow Dragon quickly waved his hand and shouted with excitement.

"Today, This Daoist plays host! I invite all fellow disciples to a feast at the Dragon Race to strengthen our bonds as fellow sect members."

"We haven't seen each other in a long time since descending the mountain for training. Everyone come, everyone come! Plenty of wine for all!"

His thoughts were simple: Hit the lottery for a billion, and if you don't flaunt it, it stings inside.

Li Yuan could understand that. In his past life, winning a hundred in the lottery was worth a post on social media.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The disciples of the Three Teachings departed one after another, leaving only the scattered Demon soldiers lying on the ground.

But the moment they left, the Demon soldiers slowly got to their feet.

Seeing this, Ji Meng's blood pressure shot straight to his skull again.

"You were all faking it?"

"Lord Demon Saint, survival first. Nothing shameful about it."

"Shameful, my *ss..."

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Before he could finish, three figures radiating Saintly might suddenly descended.

Ji Meng's remaining words got stuck in his throat.

"I saw magpies on the branches—surely good news was coming. So it turns out the Saints have graced us with their presence!"

Ji Meng bowed respectfully, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Saints. And not just one, but three Saints in person.

Truly terrifying. The pressure was overwhelming.

Laozi, at the lead, waved his hand casually and said.

"Everyone except Ji Meng, leave now."

The Demon soldiers lying on the ground quickly rose and followed the many Demon Gods away without looking back.

Seeing this, Ji Meng felt a sharp pang in his heart.

Now I truly understand what 'a friend in need is a friend indeed' means.

Yuanshi reached out and lightly patted Ji Meng's shoulder, speaking softly.

"Daoist friend, no need to be tense. You and I are both students from the Purple Cloud Palace. We won't make things difficult for you. We came to reason with you."

Ji Meng nodded with a smile, agreeing verbally, but his thoughts were entirely different.

Like I'd believe that! Precisely because we're both students of the Purple Cloud Palace, I know too well how you look down on those born from fur and shells, hatched from moisture and eggs.

Laozi continued speaking with a chuckle.

"Think it over carefully, Fellow Daoist. The Demon Court hasn't suffered any real losses—just a bit of face lost. Since you had no standing to begin with, losing it is no great matter."

"Besides, my disciple Li Yuan and the others are still children. Their blood ran hot, and since they'd already come, it was ultimately for your own good."

Ji Meng took a deep breath. Faced with this chain of blows, he was utterly powerless to resist.

"Yes, yes, yes. What the Sage says is perfectly correct. I have already realized my error."

"I will certainly correct it in the future. I am deeply grateful to all these young friends for coming to remind and encourage me—yes, encourage me."

"This Daoist has absolutely no intention of seeking trouble with the disciples of the Three Teachings."

He chose the same cowardly path as Zhan Hu.

The figures of the Three Pure Ones vanished instantly, leaving Ji Meng gasping for breath.

He charged straight toward several Demon Gods, bellowing.

"Damn it, I treated you like brothers, and you treat me like the Witch Clan? Time for a beating!"

As for what happened in the Demon Court, the Three Pure Ones knew nothing more.

The main reason was that Laozi had seen the severe consequences of the Witch-Demon Calamity in the Diary.

He then claimed to have deduced certain scenes from the Witch-Demon Calamity—that Ji Meng would fall.

In the end, the Three Pure Ones still remembered their friendship with this classmate from the Purple Cloud Palace and came to speak a few words.

Meanwhile, the deeds of the Three Teachings' disciples had already reached the ears of Jie Yin and Zhun Ti.

Zhun Ti was utterly stunned and exclaimed.

"So shameless! They ought to join our Western Sect. Ah, what a pity, what a pity—such fine seedlings."

Upon hearing this, Jie Yin furrowed his brow and sucked in a cold breath.

"Junior Brother, I can't help but feel something is off about those words."

The doors of the Buddha hall were pushed open, revealing Ran Deng's smiling figure.

"Two Sect Leaders, this poor monk has gathered another fine seedling to join the Western Sect."

"This child is called Dizang. He shares a connection with our Western Sect. Quickly, greet them."

A fair-skinned, handsome man pressed his palms together and bowed with reverence.

"Greetings to the two Sect Leaders."

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti's brows immediately softened with smiles, no longer concerned with the Three Teachings' disciples.

"Good, good, good. The Deputy Sect Leader is truly a pillar of our Western Sect."

"From now on, the Deputy Sect Leader may handle all matters of the Western Sect, large or small, on his own. There is no need to consult us."

"No, no—the Rules must not be broken."

At first, the Two Sages of the West had suspected Ran Deng was a spy sent by Yuanshi.

But as time passed, they felt deeply ashamed.

Even if the Western Sect were reduced to just Jie Yin, Zhun Ti, and Ran Deng, they estimated the chances of those two becoming traitors were higher than Ran Deng's.

Since joining the Western Sect, Ran Deng had truly been diligent and meticulous, managing the sect in perfect order.

He didn't even need Jie Yin or Zhun Ti to oversee things—a perfect group CEO.

Li Yuan led the Three Teachings' disciples back to the Dragon Palace, where Yellow Dragon ordered the water tribes to receive them.

A banquet stretching like a long dragon appeared on the seafloor.

Li Yuan stared at the spread and exclaimed.

"In all my years, I've finally seen a real flowing feast!"

Once the Three Teachings' disciples were seated, Li Yuan raised his cup first and spoke with a bright smile.

"Today, we have displayed the might of the Three Teachings' disciples and resolved the conflict between the Dragon Race and the Demon Court."

"Now, we shall... drink until we drop!"

"Cheers!"