Dijun Was Stunned, I Just Said "Witch Slaughtering Sword" And You Showed Up?

In the great hall of the Demon Court, Demon Emperor Dijun sat in the highest seat.

To his left was Eastern Emperor Taiyi, to his right was Emperor Fuxi.

The remaining were Kunpeng and Baize—the former had created the Demon Script for the Demon Race and was honored as the Demon Tutor, while the latter devised strategies for the Demon Court and served as the Demon Court Advisor.

In short, all were figures of extremely high status within the Demon Court, possessing decisive say in matters.

Dijun's brows were tightly furrowed, his expression troubled and sorrowful, as he sighed.

"This Lonely One has obtained a piece of information from a Demon God. If wielded properly, it might easily annihilate the Witch Race."

The Demon Tutor Kunpeng wore a perpetual sinister smile as he replied.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, this is good news. When the time comes, our Demon Court will unify the Primordial World and become the masters of heaven and earth."

Baize glanced at Kunpeng, stepped forward, and let out a cold snort.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I perceive that Your Majesty seems to have some reservations. Could it be that this information also has drawbacks?"

Dijun nodded slightly. As expected, Baize could read his heart.

"Indeed. A Demon God reported that when the Demon Race devours humans, the effect on themselves is even better than elixirs, rapidly boosting the strength of low-ranking Demon Soldiers."

"Furthermore, if humans are used to refine artifacts, they deal immense damage to the Witch Race. Provided the number of humans supplied is large enough, slaying Witches is not impossible."

As his words fell, the hall fell so silent that a dropped needle could be heard.

The Demon Tutor Kunpeng directly retreated to a corner and said nothing.

Ridiculous!

When it was time to fan the flames, he would fan them, but humans were created by the Nuwa Saint. Matters concerning a Saint were best left unspoken.

Dijun looked at the suddenly dead silent hall and said helplessly.

"So, do you all say whether this plan should be carried out or abandoned?"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi was warlike, but he still had a brain.

After a brief moment of thought, he replied.

"Big Brother, I think we must deliberate carefully. After all, humans were created by a Saint."

"The Nuwa Saint was once our Demon Court's Empress Wa. With such a bond, the Saint has given our Demon Court much support. We cannot be ungrateful."

Dijun nodded slightly, his expression softening a few degrees.

"Your elder brother thinks the same. We cannot betray the Nuwa Saint's trust, after all..."

Before he could finish, Fuxi suddenly waved his hand grandly.

"Kill. We must kill. The Demon Court is the work of my life. Slaughter the Witch Race and let the Demon Court stand at the peak of the Primordial World!"

Dijun abruptly turned to stare at Fuxi, his mouth twitching.

"Dao friend, I think you are being too radical. That is the race your sister created."

Fuxi stood up directly, a fanatical expression on his face as he waved his hands.

"No matter who it is, anyone who blocks the Demon Court's path of development is an enemy of the Demon Court."

"We will slaughter the humans at the fastest speed, refine the Witch Slaughtering Sword, and with the aid of the Great Zhou Heavenly Stars Formation,"

"Then we will slay the Twelve Ancestral Witches. The Demon Court will dominate the world. I want the Primordial World to have only the Demon Race as its sole race!"

As these words were spoken, the entire hall fell into a state where a dropped needle could be heard.

Everyone stared at Fuxi, dumbfounded.

On ordinary days, they had seen how devoted Fuxi was to the Demon Court.

His heart was almost entirely focused on the Demon Court's cause.

But they never expected this fellow to be so excessively radical.

Baize quickly stepped forward to advise.

"Emperor Fuxi, you must think thrice before acting. Radicalism is not a good thing."

Yet Fuxi remained cold and stern, waving his hand and shouting.

"Once the Witch Slaughtering Sword is refined, we will launch a direct blitz on the Witch Race, leaving them no time to react!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Four Saintly auras instantly descended upon the great hall of the Demon Court.

Nuwa had already resolved to properly support the Human Race.

Who would have thought that as soon as she arrived, she would hear her own elder brother utter such fervent words.

Both of them were innate Gods and Devils born from Buzhou Mountain.

They had supported each other all the way, and it was Fuxi who helped her seize the Saint seat at Purple Cloud Palace.

Later, when he joined the Demon Court, Fuxi transformed into a workaholic, his heart entirely devoted to the Demon Court's affairs.

I didn't expect it to have escalated to this extent.

Dijun looked up and saw that the arrivals were Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones. While inwardly puzzled as to why four saints had come, he also revealed a delighted smile.

"Daoist friends, please come and persuade Fuxi. We cannot sway him."

Nuwa stared coldly at Fuxi, speaking with indignation.

"I treated you as a brother, yet you would slaughter the Human Race. It seems you truly cannot distinguish what matters from what does not."

"Third Senior Brother, go and give him two slaps!"

"Coming right up!"

Tongtian grinned widely, rolled up his sleeves, and instantly teleported before Fuxi.

Slap! Slap!

Two resounding slaps landed, leaving clear handprints on Fuxi's face.

Fuxi's originally fervent gaze instantly cleared, and he nodded slightly.

"I believe it is best to drop this matter. Accumulating karma would certainly bring no benefit to my Demon Court."

"If we were to slaughter the Human Race, it would surely worsen our relationship with our sister, while also entangling us in karma."

"Even if the Witch Slaughtering Sword could be forged, the Demon Court would face disaster before that. We cannot be rash. Ah, what a sigh."

This reaction once again stunned the several high-ranking members of the Demon Court in the hall.

Dijun could not help but look askance at him.

"Sometimes, using words truly is not as effective as using fists."

He snapped back to his senses and inquired of the four saints.

"Why have several saints suddenly come to visit my Demon Court?"

Laozi's eyelids drooped slightly as he spoke softly.

"This Daoist calculated that you were about to implement the Witch Slaughtering Sword plan, but the Witch Slaughtering Sword plan is not viable."

At these words, Dijun's face showed a bewildered expression.

Wait, I only just voiced the idea.

And you all chased after me immediately.

Is the Dao of deduction truly this formidable?

What difference is there between this and having a surveillance device installed on one's body?

Laozi had taken advantage of Li Yuan's Diary, yet he could truly see the flaws of the Witch Slaughtering Sword at a glance, and stated bluntly.

"As Daoist Fuxi said, if the Demon Court slaughters the Human Race to forge the Witch Slaughtering Sword, the karma incurred would be immense. The Demon Court cannot bear it."

"Even if it does not affect you directly, it will affect the Demon Gods at the Daluo level. When you later marry and have children, it may even affect your descendants."

"Consider the Three Races of the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation. Their juniors are now burdened by pressure, their leaders have fallen. The Demon Court ending up in such a state is not what you wish for, is it?"

Dijun carefully savored Laozi's words and nodded slightly.

He solemnly cupped his hands in response.

"Thank you for the saint's admonition. I will surely keep it close to my heart."

Then, feeling the atmosphere had grown too serious, he smiled and added.

"But as of now, I am still unmarried, without a Dao companion, a solitary man all alone, hahahaha."

Unexpectedly, when this matter was brought up, Nuwa suddenly spoke.

"By the way, the two Star Gods of the Lunar Star, Changxi and Xihe, are close friends of This Daoist. They have long admired you. I can act as a matchmaker for you."

Dijun asked with some curiosity.

"Might I ask which one wishes to become my Dao companion?"

Nuwa: "Both!"

Dijun: "Actually... the three of us have already been together for a while. We just haven't married yet!"

Nuwa: "Huh?!!!"