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Li Yuan and Xuandu exchanged glances, looking somewhat bewildered.

"Inter... intermarriage?"

Baize still wore a kind smile, displaying the Demon Court's sincerity.

"Indeed. The Demon Court has long recognized the Human Race's potential for growth and had considered intermarriage, but never expected the Witch Race to beat us to it."

What is wisdom? Even though the Witch Race intermarried first.

Once it reached the lips of this strategist Baize, black could be spun into white.

Guangchengzi's face lit up with a joyful smile as he remarked.

"This is a good thing. Both the Witch and Demon races are willing to intermarry with the Human Race."

Duobao and Kong Xuan nodded slightly, each putting away the Qingping Sword and the Five-Colored Divine Feather.

"So it's not a fight after all."

"Pity..."

Xuandu shot his two junior brothers a helpless look.

"At least my junior brother Li Yuan isn't some warmonger."

Li Yuan was still scratching his head, confused. What was going on?

Could the butterfly effect really be this terrifying?

"Here in the Primordial World, this Demon Court's approach to the Human Race feels off."

Li Yuan frowned and asked with suspicion.

"You mean the Demon Court genuinely intends to intermarry with the Human Race, not to slaughter them?"

Baize was inwardly astonished, never expecting that the Saint had already told Li Yuan about the Witch Slaughtering Sword.

He kept his composure on the surface. After all, the Witch Slaughtering Sword plan had ultimately died in the womb.

As long as it wasn't spoken of, the Witch Slaughtering Sword plan might as well never have existed.

Baize still wore a smile and said softly.

"What words are these, young friend? The Demon Court's sincerity toward the Human Race is absolute."

"Moreover, the Human Race was created by the Nuwa Saint, who is also our Demon Court's Empress Wa."

"No matter what, the Demon Court could never harbor the slightest ill will toward the Human Race."

As his words fell, Li Yuan nodded slightly.

"Alright, alright. I'll find a matchmaker to take you all on blind dates."

"I trust that with your wisdom, senior, you'll quickly grasp the meaning of blind dates, betrothal gifts, and dowries in this intermarriage."

Li Yuan's gaze suddenly landed on Guangchengzi, and he smiled.

"Sorry to trouble you, junior brother, for making the trip."

Guangchengzi had no resistance to the idea.

He led Baize and the other demons to familiarize themselves with the matters of intermarriage.

As luck would have it, they ran into the Great Witch Hou Yi leading the Witch Race over for blind dates.

The meeting of Witch and Demon was like needle against thread.

Hou Yi swiftly drew his bow and nocked an arrow, a chill in his eyes as the arrowhead aimed at Baize's head.

He knew he was no match for Baize, but the Witch Race's dictionary had no word for retreat.

The many Witches behind him also assumed combat stances.

Baize, however, gently waved his feather fan and gestured for the demons behind him to relax, sneering.

"Crude. We're all here bringing our juniors to intermarry with the Human Race."

"Look at you Witches—can't even exchange two words before you're itching to fight and kill. A bunch of roughnecks."

"I doubt the Humans who marry you will be happy. The Demon Court's juniors are the true popular choice."

The Witch Race was never good with words, and after Baize's taunts, the Great Witch Hou Yi couldn't hold back his fury and blurted out.

"You're full of shit!"

"The Humans who marry into our Witch Race are all very happy. Human-Witches have already been born."

"We Witches are only rough when facing you Demons. We're gentle with our own."

Baize immediately switched to his most venomous mode of sarcasm.

"Look, look—right off the bat, cursing people. Absolutely no class."

"Who knows if you're lying? Our Demon Court's juniors would never act like this."

"We've come in good faith to intermarry. We treat the Human Race with courtesy. How can you say such crude things right in front of the matchmaker?"

Hou Yi was rendered speechless by the rebuttal, his face flushed bright red.

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"You, you, you—what right does your Demon Court have to intermarry with the Human Race? It was clearly our Witch Race who came first."

"Don't you know everything has an order of precedence?"

Baize remained calm, a faint smile on his face as he spoke softly.

"Who said intermarriage with the Human Race is a right exclusive to your Witch Race? Look at this—you're already trying to claim the Human Race as your own."

"Our Demon Court doesn't think that way. We're willing to let the Human Race intermarry with other Primordial World beings. We have a broader vision."

"Are you treating the Human Race as your own dependents?"

"Hah, how domineering."

Hou Yi was nearly in tears, shouting repeatedly.

"You deserve to die, you really deserve to die, Baize! Why won't you just go die!"

"Our Witch Race never meant that, but matchmaking still has to follow an order of precedence!"

Baize snorted coldly, waving his hand with an air of boldness.

"Hmph, the Demon Court has never believed in any order of precedence."

"Our Demon Court is willing to offer a betrothal gift—one low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!"

Hou Yi shot back without backing down.

"As if our Witch Race is poor."

"Three—three low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures! Let your Demon Court hear that and think our Witch Race can't afford it!"

The two sides immediately locked horns, neither willing to yield.

"A mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure—one mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, how about that?!"

"Follow—two mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures! The Witch Race isn't too poor to pay!"

"Three mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures—don't make your Witch Race bleed too much."

"One high-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure—do you really think our Witch Race is afraid of your Demon Court?!"

"..."

Guangchengzi watched the two sides with a complicated expression.

Just then, Li Yuan passed by, a curious look on his face.

"Oh, is the Primordial World already seeing the prototype of an auction at this time?"

Duobao pointed at Baize and Hou Yi, who were red-faced and straining their necks not far away.

"Looks like the Wu and Demon are arguing over matchmaking."

As soon as these words were spoken, Li Yuan rushed over in a flash.

I knew something would go wrong.

Li Yuan instantly stood between Baize and Hou Yi, quickly saying.

"Stop, stop, stop—give me some face!"

The power of face indeed activated directly.

Hou Yi respected Li Yuan for coming up with this win-win method of intermarriage.

Baize was wary of Li Yuan's status as a personal disciple of a Saint.

Both sides were gracious enough to fall silent.

Li Yuan said helplessly, "The Human Race, the Demon Court, and the Witch Race all have countless juniors. There are endless matchmaking targets—there's no need to fight over one."

"Besides, doing this will break the rules of matchmaking. I hope both sides will follow the rules; otherwise, there will be no more intermarriage with the Human Race in the future."

"Most importantly, the one being matched here is a man. Why are you arguing over the betrothal gift?"

At this, Baize's mouth hung slightly open, stunned.

Hou Yi, still burning with anger, shouted directly.

"That's not impossible!"

In an instant, everyone stared at Hou Yi in shock.

The Witch Race members behind him were almost in tears.

"Brother, I really can't."

Hou Yi turned back and bellowed.

"I say you can, so you can!"

Baize cupped his fists respectfully.

"You are the real men. I concede. I yield!"

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