Dijun Was Dumbfounded-I'd Only Just Mentioned the Witch Slaughtering Sword, and You All Came?

In the Demon Court's main hall, Demon Emperor Dijun sat in the seat of honor.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi stood to his left, while Emperor Fuxi stood to his right.

Kunpeng and Baize stood below them. The former had created Demon Script for the demon race and was honored as the Demon Master, while the latter advised the Demon Court and served as its Demon Court Advisor.

In short, they were all figures of extremely high status within the Demon Court, with decisive authority.

Dijun frowned deeply, looking rather troubled as he sighed.

"I received some information from a Demon God. If used properly, it might allow us to wipe out the Witch Race with ease."

Demon Master Kunpeng wore his usual sinister smile as he replied.

"Your Majesty, that is good news. Once the Demon Court unifies the Primordial World, we shall become the rulers of Heaven and Earth."

Baize glanced at Kunpeng, stepped forward, and snorted.

"Your Majesty, I see that you seem somewhat concerned. Could there be some drawback to this information?"

Dijun nodded slightly. As expected, only Baize understood his thoughts.

"That is correct. A Demon God reported that demons who devour members of the Human Race gain greater benefits than from pills, rapidly increasing the strength of low-ranking demon soldiers."

"Furthermore, if the Human Race is used to refine magical treasures, the damage inflicted upon the Witch Race would be immense. If enough humans are supplied, slaughtering the Witch Race may not be impossible."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall became so silent that a needle dropping could be heard.

Demon Master Kunpeng immediately retreated into a corner and said nothing.

What a joke!

It was fine to stir things up when the time was right, but the Human Race had been created by Nuwa Saint. It was better not to meddle in matters involving a Saint.

Looking at the suddenly deathly silent hall, Dijun spoke helplessly.

"Tell me, then. Should this plan be carried out, or should we abandon it?"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi might have loved battle, but he was not stupid.

After pondering briefly, he replied.

"Big Brother, I think we should discuss this carefully. After all, the Human Race was created by a Saint."

"Nuwa Saint was once the Empress Wa of our Demon Court. With such a bond between us, the Saint has supported the Demon Court greatly. We cannot repay kindness with ingratitude."

Dijun nodded slightly, his expression easing somewhat.

"This is also what I was thinking. We cannot betray Nuwa Saint's trust, after all..."

Before he could finish, Fuxi suddenly swept out a hand.

"Kill them. They must be killed. The Demon Court is the work of my life. Slaughter the Witch Race and let the Demon Court stand atop the Primordial World!"

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

"Fellow Daoist, I think you are being a little too radical. That is the race your younger sister created."

Fuxi rose to his feet, his face filled with fervor as he waved both hands.

"No matter who it is, anyone who obstructs the Demon Court's progress is an enemy of the Demon Court."

"We must slaughter the Human Race as swiftly as possible and refine the Witch Slaughtering Sword. With the Great Zhou Heavenly Stars Formation aiding us—"

"Then we can kill the Twelve Ancestral Witches and let the Demon Court dominate the world alone. I want the Primordial World to have only one race left: the demon race!"

The entire hall fell into a silence so deep that a needle dropping could be heard.

Everyone stared at Fuxi in stunned disbelief.

They had always known that Fuxi cared deeply about the Demon Court, practically devoting all his heart to its cause. They had not expected this fellow to be so excessively radical.

Baize quickly tried to dissuade him.

"Xi Huang, please think carefully before acting. Being radical is no good thing."

Yet Fuxi remained cold-faced. He waved a hand and roared.

"Once the Witch Slaughtering Sword is refined, we shall launch a lightning attack on the Witch Race and leave them no time to react!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Four Saint-level pressures instantly descended upon the Demon Court's main hall.

Nuwa had already resolved to properly support the Human Race.

Yet the moment she arrived, she heard her own brother utter such fanatical words.

The two of them had both been innate divine beings born from Buzhou Mountain.

They had supported one another every step of the way, and Fuxi had even helped Nuwa secure her Saint seat in Purple Cloud Palace.

Later, after joining the Demon Court, Fuxi had become obsessed with its cause, throwing all his thoughts into the Demon Court.

No one had expected him to become radical to such an extent.

Dijun looked up and saw that Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones had arrived. Though he was puzzled as to why four Saints had come at once, he revealed a delighted smile.

"Fellow Daoists, please hurry and persuade Fellow Daoist Fuxi. We cannot talk him down."

Nuwa stared coldly at Fuxi and said angrily.

"I treated you as my elder brother, yet you actually wanted to slaughter the Human Race. It seems you truly cannot distinguish what is important from what is not."

"Third Senior Brother, go up there and slap him twice for me!"

"Sure thing!"

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

Slap! Slap!

The two loud slaps left a pair of handprints directly on Fuxi's face.

The fanaticism in Fuxi's eyes instantly faded, replaced with clarity. He nodded slightly.

"I think it would be better to abandon this matter. Creating karma would certainly bring no benefit to the Demon Court."

"If we slaughter the Human Race, our relationship with my younger sister will definitely worsen, and karma will entangle us as well."

"The Witch Slaughtering Sword probably would not even be refined before disaster struck the Demon Court. We cannot be so radical, sigh."

This reaction left the Demon Court's higher-ups dumbfounded once more.

Even Dijun could not help giving him a sidelong glance.

"Sometimes, talking really is less effective than taking action."

He quickly came back to his senses and asked the four Saints.

"Why have the Saints suddenly come to visit the Demon Court?"

Laozi lowered his eyes and said softly.

"This Daoist calculated that you intended to carry out the Witch Slaughtering Sword plan, but that plan is not feasible."

At those words, a baffled expression appeared on Dijun's face.

No, this was only an idea I had just brought up.

You all came chasing after me immediately.

Was the art of deduction really this absurd?

What was the difference between this and having surveillance installed on him?

Laozi had taken a shortcut by reading Li Yuan's Diary, but he truly could see the flaws in the Witch Slaughtering Sword plan at a glance. He spoke bluntly.

"Just as Fellow Daoist Fuxi said, if the Demon Court slaughters the Human Race to refine the Witch Slaughtering Sword, how immense would the resulting karma be? The Demon Court cannot bear it."

"Even if it cannot affect you, it will affect those Great Luo Demon Gods. When you later marry and have children, it may even affect your descendants."

"Look at the Three Races during the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation. Their descendants are now burdened by karmic pressure, and their leaders have all perished. Surely you do not wish for the Demon Court to end up like them?"

Dijun carefully considered Laozi's words and nodded slightly.

With a solemn expression, he cupped his hands and replied.

"Thank you for the Saint's guidance. I will remember it well."

Then, feeling that the atmosphere had become too serious, he smiled.

"However, I am still unmarried, without a Dao companion, all alone. Hahaha!"

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

"By the way, the two Star Gods of the Lunar Star, Changxi and Xihe, are close friends of This Daoist. They have admired you for a long time. I can introduce you to one another."

Dijun asked curiously.

"May I ask which one wishes to become Dao companions with me?"

Nuwa: "Both!"

Dijun: "Actually... the three of us have already been together for a long time. We just have not married yet!"

Nuwa: "Huh?!!!"