Di Jun: I Suspect the Witch Clan is PUAing Me, But I Have No Proof!

The old man Hongjun's "Class is in session!" shout was still buzzing in every nook and cranny of the Primordial World.

Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Di Jun's handsome face was so dark it could drip ink, his eyes fixed on the River Diagram and Luo Script before him.

The dot representing the Witch Clan's Destiny on it was like it had been injected with adrenaline—blindingly bright!

What made his liver tremble even more was that the dot was tightly intertwined with the Destiny of Buzhou Mountain, like a stubborn stain or a searing brand on his heart as the Demon Emperor!

"Hiss—!"

Di Jun sucked in a breath through his teeth, his molars aching.

Taiyi, beside him, was pacing like an ant on a hot pan, his body burning with Solar True Fire, his frantic steps making the floorboards creak.

"Big Brother! Ancestor Hongjun has spoken! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Let's quickly gather our strength and, while those barbarians are distracted listening to the sermon, push over Buzhou Mountain in one go and spread the divine might of our Demon Clan!"

Taiyi's voice was so loud it shook the hall's beams.

"Shut up!"

Di Jun's low growl cut him off. "The sermon is an opportunity, yes. But it's also a fog!"

"Until that mess at Buzhou Mountain is cleared up, my heart feels choked!"

He had mulled over the so-called "evil sacrifice" intelligence brought back by that coward Ying Zhao hundreds of times, and the more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong.

When did those muscle-brained simpletons of the Witch Clan become so cultured and cunning?

And to orchestrate such a bizarre, grand scheme that involved the Great God Pangu, filled with mumbo-jumbo and pretense?

What a load of crap!

"That brat named Xuanzheng..." Di Jun ground his molars, speaking each word deliberately. "He's definitely not as simple and honest as he appears! That kid is slyly wicked!"

Kunpeng, the old demon, chimed in from the side, acting as a foil with a sinister tone:

"Your Majesty is wise. The Witch Clan's current actions are indeed strange in every way, completely unlike their usual style of 'If you don't like it, fight. If you fight, fight to the death.'"

"Hmph! The more they play mysterious, the more it proves there's a big problem with that place at Buzhou Mountain!"

Di Jun slammed his hand on the armrest of his throne, making the gems on it hum.

"I want to see what these barbarians are really up to!"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, filled with murderous intent.

"Issue my decree!"

"All divisions of the Demon Clan, pay attention! On the surface, put on a show of active preparation for war. Say you're going to Zixiao Palace to grab seats for the sermon, select elites, and make a big fuss!"

"In secret, train those combined attack formations against the Great Witches and Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan until they're exhausted! Damn it, next time we meet, I'll show them why the flowers are so red!"

"As for the Witch Slaying Sword..." Di Jun's lips curved into a chilling arc, like a predator ready to strike. "First, gather all the refining materials! When the time is right, we'll give those Witch Clan barbarians a good one!"

Taiyi was filled with excitement, but a hint of dissatisfaction crept in when he realized they couldn't directly attack the Witch Clan for now. "Big Brother, are we just going to let those barbarians off easy?"

"Easy?" Di Jun sneered.

He glanced at Kunpeng. "Demon Master, the upcoming 'little show' will be your responsibility. Remember, it needs to be 'lively.'"

Kunpeng wore a knowing, sinister smile. "Your Majesty, rest assured, your subject will ensure they have plenty of 'surprises.'"

Soon, encrypted "chicken feather letters" from the Lingxiao Treasure Hall flew to every corner of the Primordial World.

Those rogue cultivators and minor demons who usually depended on the Demon Clan for survival, or had some "historical issues" with the Witch Clan, and second-rate clans, all received "friendly greetings" and "cooperative invitations" from the "Demon Clan Heavenly Court Sending Warmth Office."

The outer perimeter of Buzhou Mountain, a million-mile buffer zone.

At this moment, it had become a grand stage for all sorts of "monsters and ghosts."

A "tour group" of dozens of wolf demons, led by their pack leader, the Black Wind Wolf King, was stealthily creeping along.

The Black Wind Wolf King held a token exuding demonic energy, a "friendly sponsorship" from the Demon Court.

"King, are... are we really going to listen to those bird-brained guys from the Demon Court and provoke those Witch Clan simpletons? I heard they can shatter a mountain with one punch..." a small wolf demon stammered, his legs trembling.

"Slap!"

The Black Wind Wolf King smacked the small wolf demon on the back of the head, making him see stars.

"Coward! Idiot! Are you, a little shrimp, allowed to question the Demon Emperor's orders? Are you tired of living?"

"Besides, the Demon Master said we're just supposed to cause some trouble on the outskirts, spread rumors, not to go head-to-head with those Witch Clan giants. What's there to fear!"

The Black Wind Wolf King licked his sharp fangs, his eyes gleaming with greed and lechery.

"Heh heh, I heard that because of the Witch Clan's reckless actions, quite a few new spiritual root veins have appeared on the edges of Buzhou Mountain... If we can snag one or two during the chaos, we won't have to worry about cultivation resources for the rest of our lives!"

On the other side, several gaudily colored flower spirits were peeking out from the grass around the Witch Clan's construction site like thieves, muttering to themselves in voices that were not loud but carried extreme penetration:

"Oh my, have you heard? The Witch Clan is too domineering! They want to swallow the entire Buzhou Spiritual Mountain, cutting off our paths to survival, us little flowers and grasses!"

"Exactly! I also heard that the Witch Clan is practicing some shady evil magic inside the mountain, attracting ten-thousand-year-old Malevolent Qi from underground. They're probably going to incur heavenly wrath! When Buzhou Mountain explodes, we'll all be finished!"

These sarcastic remarks, like a plague with legs, spread rapidly among the creatures with ulterior motives around Buzhou Mountain.

What's more, some foolish monsters with more guts than the sky, relying on their "stealth and concealment" skills, would sneak around the Witch Clan's temporary fortifications under the cover of darkness, hoping to uncover some "exclusive scoops" or cause a little mischief out of sheer boredom, all to return and claim rewards from the Demon Court.

At the peak of Buzhou Mountain, inside the makeshift stone house built from giant rocks and the bones of fierce beasts.

Xuanzheng lay sprawled on a soft fur couch, holding a "happy water" made from freshly squeezed Innate Spiritual Fruits. Through the [Script Mirror], he was savoring the "free show" unfolding outside.

On the mirror's surface, the performances of those clowns were displayed with perfect clarity, not a single frame missed.

Houtu arrived beside him at some point, looking at the small demons and monsters scrambling about on the mirror. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure in her voice:

"Thirteenth Brother, these flies sent by the Demon Clan, buzzing around, are truly an eyesore. Shall I, your sister, swat them dead?"

Sister Houtu was always so gentle.

"Ah, Sister, please don't be angry, don't be angry," Xuanzheng waved his hand, a "simple and honest" smile on his face. However, the smile looked more like a weasel wishing the chickens a Happy New Year.

"They're just a few appetizers, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning. The real 'main course' that Di Jun is planning is still being heated in the back kitchen!"

He, however, was calculating in his heart.

These "extra actors" who delivered themselves to his doorstep, though their acting was a bit over the top, could still be put to good use!

Buzz—!

On his left palm, the ancient [Karma Scale] vibrated gently, its beam swaying slightly.

[Ding! Absorbed a trace of 'Provocation and Death-Seeking Karma' 0.03 strands!]

[Ding! Absorbed a trace of 'Rumor-Mongering Karma' 0.05 strands!]

[Ding! Absorbed a trace of 'Failing to Steal the Chicken Only to Lose the Rice' Pre-emptive Failure Karma' 0.01 strands!]

Xuanzheng's mouth curved into a grin.

"Tsk, even though it's all trivial karma, the quality is a bit lacking, but even a mosquito's leg is still meat! Every little bit counts, it's better than nothing!"

He lifted the "happy water" and took a long gulp, feeling utterly content.

"Let them frolic for a few more days, the more they make a fuss, the better," Xuanzheng said to Houtu with an air of nonchalance. "Coincidentally, it will also allow this director to see what other trump cards old Di Jun has up his sleeve."

"And, it will also let the melon-eating crowds among the myriad races of the Primordial World open their eyes wide and see who the real destabilizing factor is, who is the troublemaker eager for chaos!"

At this moment, in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court.

The Black Wind Wolf King, along with his most cunning confidants, was fawning over Di Jun and Kunpeng, "presenting their treasures."

"Reporting to His Majesty the Demon Emperor! Reporting to the Demon Master! This... this humble demon, while patrolling the outer perimeter, had a stroke of luck and found this at a discarded Witch Clan material storage site!"

Several seemingly dull, dirty, and unremarkable "stone lumps" were carefully presented by a wolf demon with trembling hands.

Di Jun initially paid them no mind, thinking they were just some worthless junk.

But when he casually picked up one of them, the heavy weight in his hand made his brow twitch.

Upon closer inspection, his expression instantly changed!

This "stone lump" was extremely heavy! Its texture was impossibly hard! Far surpassing any divine metal or immortal iron he knew!

Even more bizarrely, a strange power, both ancient and vast, yet brimming with vitality, flowed faintly from it!

Kunpeng also picked up a piece, turning it over and over in front of his eyes. He secretly channeled his demonic energy to test it.

As a result, the stone lump remained utterly unmoved, not even a speck of dust falling off!

"What... what in the world is this thing?" The eternally grim face of the old demon Kunpeng showed a rare hint of confusion. He prided himself on having read countless secret texts of the Primordial World, yet he had never seen, nor heard of, such a peculiar material!

Di Jun's eyes narrowed, and he secretly applied a third of his finger strength, attempting to leave an imprint on the fragment.

The result... Damn it! Not to mention an imprint, not even a white spot appeared!

"The Witch Clan... the Witch Clan is actually using this ghost thing to build extensively on Buzhou Mountain?!"

"Then the sturdiness of whatever they construct must far exceed our imagination?!"

Di Jun slammed the fragment heavily onto the jade table before him, producing a dull "thud."

The doubts in his heart grew like a rolling snowball, and a strong sense of unease, like a cold tide, instantly engulfed his Dao Heart, the Demon Emperor's!

What... what exactly are they trying to do?!

Buzhou Mountain, Xuanzheng's exclusive "VIP Viewing Stone House."

The [Script Mirror] "thoughtfully" broadcast the scene from the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court to Xuanzheng in real-time, in "high-definition, uncensored, with bullet comments."

"Oh ho? So interested in my 'Pangu Divine Concrete'?" Xuanzheng raised an eyebrow, revealing a mysterious smile that suggested "everything is within my grasp."

This was truly an unexpected surprise.

He had originally just intended to "patch up" Buzhou Mountain, fix some bugs, and incidentally earn some Heavenly Dao Merit to improve the Witch Clan brothers' meals.

He never expected that this "byproduct" could actually cause trouble for His Majesty the Demon Emperor, making him restless and anxious.

"Di Jun, oh Di Jun, go ahead and guess, let your imagination run wild," Xuanzheng chuckled, his smile as infuriating as could be. "If you guess right... there's no prize! Tee hee!"

He wished Di Jun would focus all his attention on the formula and uses of this "concrete."

This way, his subsequent "big surprises" and "trump card packages" could make an "unforgettable" debut for the Demon Clan, and even the entire Primordial World, at the most crucial moment!

"Reporting to the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch!"

A Great Witch, standing three zhang tall with bulging muscles and exuding a fierce aura, rushed in like a gust of wind, his voice booming.

"Those little demon cubs outside the mountain are getting out of hand! Relying on their numbers, they've stolen several of our newly discovered small spirit springs and injured some of our Witch Soldier brothers responsible for outer patrols!"

Upon hearing this, Xuanzheng's smile didn't diminish in the slightest; instead, it became even more "kind."

"Oh? Are they badly injured?" he asked with concern.

"Not at all, just superficial wounds, nothing serious. It's just... it's just too infuriating! Those little brats are too arrogant!" The Great Witch's face turned red with anger, his fists clenching and cracking.

"No rush, no rush," Xuanzheng said slowly as he stood up. He patted the Great Witch's shoulder, which was larger than a cooking pot, and spoke earnestly.

"Let them frolic for a few more days. The more boisterous they are, the better."

"Coincidentally, my newly written script is still missing a few impactful 'victim' extras who can cry, make a fuss, and preferably even spit up some old blood."

The Great Witch was stunned. Looking at the "innocent and harmless" smile on Xuanzheng's face, he inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine, causing him to shiver.

He had a feeling... the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch's smile was more chilling than the winter gale.

Xuanzheng paced to the edge of the stone house, gazing out at the turbulent areas beyond Buzhou Mountain, a meaningful curve forming on his lips.

"The wind... it should be picking up soon."