Attack the Immortal Court?

Chu Feng.

After Jieyin and Zhunti, Chu Feng, Nuwa, Houtu continued their treasure hunt.

In an instant, Chu Feng's forces went on a frenzy of treasure hunting.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were like wolves among sheep; their physical bodies were incredibly strong, and they would snatch whatever they wanted without hesitation, causing the powerful beings who rushed to the scene to twitch in disbelief.

The physical strength of the Witch Clan is terrifying.

In just half Shichen, the once radiant Treasure Distribution Cliff became completely barren, with not a single Spirit Herbs left, a veritable wasteland.

In the distant clouds, countless powerful beings whispered among themselves.

"This is like a locust swarm!"

"That Chu Feng, relying on the favor of the Dao Ancestor, actually managed to make Tongtian and the Twelve Ancestral Witches obey his orders?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Didn't you see the look in the eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches? If they've got their eyes on you, even with a magical treasure protecting you, you'll be torn to shreds!"

"Alas, treasures are tempting, but you have to be alive to claim them."

Among the crowd, the faces of the two from the West, Jieyin and Zhunti, were so bitter they could drip water.

They came to Treasure Distribution Cliff hoping to salvage some wealth because of the poverty in the West, but they didn't even get a sip of soup.

Seeing Chu Feng and his group with their overflowing bowls, Zhunti...

Just then, Fuxi arrived on a cloud, his face filled with worry. He landed directly in front of Chu Feng and bowed, saying, "Fellow Daoist Chu Feng."

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, has something happened? Has someone tried to steal your spiritual treasure? How about we go together to retrieve it?" Chu Feng said with a smile.

Fuxi glanced at his sister, then looked at Chu Feng, and said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist, my great calamity is approaching, but I do not know how to deal with it or how to find a way to survive. I earnestly request your guidance."

Her words startled the powerful figures eavesdropping nearby.

Who is Fuxi?

That was a renowned divination master in the Primordial World; even she couldn't see the road ahead and had to seek guidance from Chu Feng?

Could it be that Chu Feng's strength is second only to the Dao Ancestor?

Chu Feng was naturally unaware of the thoughts of the powerful figures around him. He understood as he looked at Fuxi's anxious eyes.

The great calamity of the Lich King is an inevitable trend of Heaven, Fuxi, being caught in the middle of it, is naturally confused by his own circumstances.

If she wants to defy fate, she must escape this game.

Chu Feng patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Fellow Daoist, there's no need to worry. I already understand your confusion."

This place is too crowded and noisy for discussing matters of the heart. You should come with us back to the territory of the Witch Clan.

At that time, I will personally give you and Fellow Daoist Nuwa a private talk to resolve your doubts."

"Okay." Fuxi nodded in agreement.

Let's go.

Chu Feng smiled calmly, and after sending a message to everyone, they arrived one after another.

The vast procession transformed into streaks of light, leaving the Treasure Distribution Cliff and flying towards Buzhou Mountain.

"Senior sister, look at them! How arrogant they are!"

Zhunti lowered his voice and whispered, "If we ever attain sainthood in the future, we will repay this humiliation a hundredfold! We will make Chu Feng pay the price!"

A cold glint flashed in Jieyin's eyes, and he slowly nodded. "Good!"

Buzhou Mountain, territory of the Witch Clan.

A mixture of malevolent and spiritual energy, the rugged and magnificent tribal architecture sits on the earth, exuding a wild and ancient sense of power.

The return of the Twelve Ancestral Witches instantly caused a stir throughout the entire Witch Clan.

After settling everyone in, Chu Feng invited Nuwa and Fuxi to the mansion that Dijiang had built for him, intending to preach to them.

"Fellow Chu Feng, thank you for your trouble. I will remember this Fuxi favor." Fu bowed solemnly.

Nuwa bowed gracefully and said with a sweet smile, "Brother Chu, please help your sister."

Chu Feng stepped forward and helped Nuwa up. His fingertips inadvertently brushed against her smooth, jade-like arm. He smiled and said, "Little Nuwa, there's no need to be so polite. Between us, there's no need for thanks."

Nuwa's delicate body trembled slightly, a tingling sensation spreading from the spot where Chu Feng had touched her, and her heart raced.

She subconsciously withdrew her hand, a blush rising on her beautiful cheeks. She lowered her head slightly, not daring to meet Chu Feng's gaze.

Seeing this, Chu Feng chuckled inwardly, but continued aloud, "The path to the Great Dao is lonely and long. Having someone by your side might add a bit more color to this long journey."

Nuwa felt that these words were both a discussion of Daoist principles and an expression of her true feelings, and her heart began to beat even faster.

Chu Feng found Nuwa's shy and timid appearance quite adorable, so he stopped teasing her.

Then, turning to Fuxi, he said, "Alright, enough of the small talk. Fellow Daoist Fuxi, Little Wa, please sit down. I will now begin to expound the Dao to you."

Although Chu Feng was at the mid-stage of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, the Primordial Three Thousand Dao Laws originated from the Primordial Chaos World.

This resulted in Chu Feng having an extremely profound understanding of the Dao, which was sufficient for him to teach them.

After the Treasure Distribution Cliff, Chu Feng preached to Nuwa and Fuxi.

Primordial World countless years, the demon race has also undergone changes.

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor both severed their two corpses, and their cultivation reached the peak of the mid-stage Quasi -Quasi-Saint.

Under their rule, the Demon Court was a place where all demons came to pay homage, and fortune gathered.

However, Di Jun's ambitions went far beyond that.

Her gaze swept over the crowd below, and she asked, "Gentlemen, although my demon race commands all demons, there are still forces on the Primordial World land that have not yet submitted to us."

"Our Demon Race Fortune's fortune has now reached a bottleneck. If we wish to advance further, does anyone have any good strategies?"

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.

Kunpeng's eyes flickered slightly, but she remained silent. She was a woman of deep thoughts and rarely expressed her opinions easily.

A moment later.

Ji Meng forward and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, why don't we send troops directly to wipe out those unruly races?"

"Inappropriate."

Di Jun shook his head slightly, "There are countless beings in the Primordial World world, with numerous races. To exterminate them all would be time-consuming, exhausting, and only increase bloodshed. It would be detrimental to the fortune of my Demon Court."

Just then, Bai Ze slowly stepped forward. "Your Majesty, I have a plan."

"Speak."

Di Jun's gaze fell on her, and he asked indifferently.

Bai Ze bowed and slowly said, "Your Majesty, in the Primordial World today, besides the Wu Witch Clan, the Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, there is another force that should not be underestimated. That is the Immortal Court established by the Dong Wanggong, who was personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor Head of Male Immortals."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall immediately froze.

The name of the Dong Wanggong is now widely known throughout the Primordial World.

Like Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, she also severed her two corpses, possessed profound cultivation, and wielded the Dragon Head Staff bestowed by the Dao Ancestor, ruling over all male immortals in the world.

Donghuang Taiyi snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with a palpable killing intent. "Although the Dong Wanggong is the ruler of male immortals and was appointed by the Dao Ancestor Head of Male Immortals, they number only a few hundred. How dare they presume to call themselves the Immortal Court?"

(PS: The "hundreds" here refers to the number of male immortals; the actual number is one hundred.)

Bai Ze smiled slightly and continued, "What His Eastern Emperor the Eastern Emperor said is absolutely right. The Immortal Court may seem powerful, but in reality, it has a shallow foundation and no cohesion whatsoever."

More importantly, the Dong Wanggong was arrogant and complacent, believing that he could rest easy now that he had received the decree from the Dao Ancestor.

In my opinion, instead of waging war everywhere, it would be better to destroy the Dong Wanggong and seize the Immortal Court's fortune.

In this way, the fortune of my Demon Court will surely surge, overwhelming the Witch Clan in one fell swoop."

This proposal struck like a thunderbolt in the hearts of Demon God.

Attack the Immortal Court?

Kill the Dong Wanggong?

That's incredibly audacious!

Di Jun frowned and pondered, "Bai Ze, after all, the Dong Wanggong was personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor as the Head of Male Immortals."

"If we kill him without cause, wouldn't that be openly defying the Dao Ancestor's Imperial Decree and showing no respect for Dao Ancestor?"