Hongjun Doesn't Allow Fighting? Then Let's Make the Demon Clan an Endangered Species!

Xuanzheng almost burst out laughing.

That old geezer Hongjun, does he really think this is a shackle he's placed on my Witch Clan?

No!

He's personally delivered me a million years of... protection!

He's afraid I'm not playing big enough, and has personally shown me a new way to play!

Inside Pangu Hall.

The atmosphere was so heavy, it felt like water could drip from it.

Zhurong's eyes were blood red as he roared to the heavens, "That old fossil! How dare he show such blatant favoritism to those Feathered Beasts!"

"This is too much!"

The monstrous black water swirling around Gonggong had turned the deepest shade of the netherworld, its killing intent causing the surrounding space to freeze.

Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Houtu...

Every one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches wore a face as grim as ice. Their recently surged auras, thanks to the sky-high merit, now transformed into world-ending fury!

The entire Buzhou Mountain, which had been a sea of joy and celebration just moments ago, was now enveloped in suppressed rage and killing intent!

"Elder Brother! We can't just let this go! I'll take my men and smash that Zixiao Palace right now!"

Zhurong punched a divine iron stone table in front of him, reducing it to dust. The violent flames incinerated the fragments into nothingness.

Dijiang's face was ashen, the space around him distorting violently.

Just as the Ancestral Witches' fury reached its peak, threatening to lead a group assault on the Thirty-Third Heaven.

"Oh my, oh my, esteemed elder brothers and sisters, what's all this? Such fiery tempers, one would think someone stole Brother Zhurong's roast meat."

Xuanzheng sauntered in slowly, his signature "honest" smile plastered on his face, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere in the hall.

"Thirteenth Brother!" Zhurong snapped his head around, his bull-like eyes bloodshot, roaring at him, "You can still laugh! That old man has put chains around our necks! He wants my Witch Clan to be turtles hiding in their shells for a million years!"

"Turtles hiding in their shells?"

Xuanzheng blinked his "innocent" large eyes, his smile growing even brighter.

"Brother Zhurong, what are you talking about?"

"Dao Ancestor Hongjun, he's clearly worried about our hard work in building the mountain, our great contributions, and has specially decreed a whole million years of... paid! Long leave for our Witch Clan!"

With that statement.

The entire Pangu Hall fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the Ancestral Witches, including Dijiang, stared at Xuanzheng as if he were a lunatic.

Paid long leave?

What kind of twisted logic was that?!

Dijiang's brows furrowed deeply as he said in a low voice, "Thirteenth Brother! Stop your nonsense! With this lock in place, our Witch Clan's destiny is constrained, our chance for war is lost, what is there to celebrate!"

"Chance for war?"

Xuanzheng walked to the center of the hall and threw his hands up dramatically.

"Elder Brother, my good elder brother! What era are we in, still thinking about fighting and killing?"

"Who are we? Pangu's legitimate descendants! Guardians of the Primordial World! The Heavenly Dao-certified Super Construction Team!"

He cleared his throat, his face instantly radiating a sacred glow of compassion for all beings.

"The Dao Ancestor's actions are precisely giving us an excellent opportunity to showcase our Witch Clan's great concept of 'peaceful rise' to the entire Primordial World!"

"Since that old fossil Hongjun doesn't allow us to fight a 'hot war'!"

Xuanzheng's voice suddenly rose, his eyes flashing with a wild and excited light!

"Then we'll fight him in a way he's never heard of, never seen before... a 'cold war'!"

"'Cold war'?" Houtu furrowed her delicate brows.

Xuanzheng snapped his fingers, his voice filled with a captivating magic!

"Yes! It's like boiling a frog in warm water!"

He flashed to Zhurong's side and heavily patted his arm, as hard as divine iron, lowering his voice but each word thundered like thunder:

"Brother Zhurong! The Dao Ancestor doesn't allow us to go and destroy the Demon Clan, but he didn't say we can't go near the Solar Star and undertake a 'Solar Thermal Energy Recycling and Global Warming Prevention Demonstration Project', did he?"

He then turned to Gonggong, his smile as cunning as a fox:

"Brother Gonggong! The Dao Ancestor also didn't stipulate that we can't expand our business to the Four Seas and help those old mudfish with a 'Dragon Palace Underwater City Drainage System Upgrade and Renovation', and incidentally sell them tens of millions of tons of [Pangu Divine Concrete], right?"

"And culture too!"

Xuanzheng spread his arms wide, as if embracing the entire Primordial World.

"We can make up stories! Let's call it 'The Infrastructure Maniac Descendant of Pangu's Daily Life'! Find ten thousand of the loudest Witches and have them tell stories all over the Primordial World every day! We'll talk about how hard our Witch Clan works on construction, while that bunch of Feathered Beasts from the Demon Clan are slacking off and fighting amongst themselves!"

"Let all the young demon cubs grow up listening to our stories! Make them feel like joining the Witch Clan's construction team is the only way out in their demon lives!"

The Ancestral Witches listened, dumbfounded and confused.

What were "demonstration projects," "drainage systems," "construction teams"...

Each word was stranger than the last, but when combined, they seemed to open a door to a new world!

Dijiang stared intently at his thirteenth brother, whose mind was so active it didn't seem like a Witch Clan member. Although he didn't fully understand, he grasped the core point!

"You mean... we don't fight them, but use other methods to... play them to death?"

"Elder Brother is brilliant!"

Xuanzheng slapped his thigh and praised loudly.

"Within a million years, we will use technology! Engineering! Culture! Economics! To turn the entire Demon Clan into a useless race that can't survive without our Witch Clan's infrastructure!"

"At that point, let alone a decisive battle, I'm afraid those two unlucky eggs, Di Jun and Taiyi, will be crying and begging us to buy their dilapidated Heavenly Court!"

Dijiang fell silent.

After a long while.

He heavily slammed his palm on the armrest of the Pangu throne beside him, producing a sound like metal striking metal!

"Good!"

"I don't understand what 'cold war' means! But I believe you!"

Dijiang surveyed the other Witches, his voice resolute and carrying unquestionable authority.

"From today onwards, we establish the [Witch Clan Million Year Peaceful Development and All Heavens Myriad Realms Infrastructure General Company]!"

"Xuanzheng will serve as the first... CEO!"

"Whatever he says, we do!"

Just then!

In Xuanzheng's mind, the interface of the Primordial World Bug Fixing Manual suddenly refreshed!

A line of text, unprecedented, shimmering with a mixture of blood-red and gold light, burst forth!

[Ding! Detected a new 'Destiny Script Level' BUG strongly related to 'Heavenly Dao Shackles'!]

[BUG Name: Solar Star Energy Core Imbalance (Hongjun's Blind Spot)!]

[BUG Description: Due to forced balancing by the Heavenly Dao, the Solar Star's core is experiencing Yin-Yang imbalance, with excessive Yang fire. If this state continues, there is a very high probability of triggering the 'Golden Crow Burns the Heavens' calamity, resulting in ten suns appearing in the sky and the Primordial World becoming a purgatory! This BUG is the true core of the future Witch-Demon Calamity!]

[Repair plan deduction in progress... Optimal solution locked!]

[Repair Rewards: Massive Heavenly Dao Merit, [Pangu's Eye - Yang Pupil (Fragment)], Law-level item [Destiny Hook Lock] blueprint, Demon Clan Heavenly Court Destiny (30%, can be legally siphoned through 'Engineering Mortgage')!]

A tempest instantly surged within Xuanzheng's heart!

Just when he was dozing off, someone sent him a pillow, and it was a Pangu relic inlaid with diamonds and jade!

Hongjun! You calculated everything, but you never expected that the shackles you used to lock me would become the key for me to pry open your script!

The smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and compassion for all living beings.

"My elder brothers and sisters..."

Xuanzheng's voice carried a perfectly calibrated "tremor," as if bearing the immense backlash of heavenly secrets.

"I... I just had a sudden inspiration, and using my Pangu bloodline, I deduced the heavenly secrets. I discovered a... world-ending disaster!"

All the Ancestral Witches' hearts leaped into their throats!

Xuanzheng pointed "heartbrokenly" at the sky, his eyes filled with the resolve of "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Those Feathered Beasts of the Demon Clan have committed a monstrous crime!"

"Their own nest, the Solar Star, has a major internal problem! The Yang fire is too strong, and it could explode at any moment!"

"If it explodes, let alone the Demon Clan, the entire Primordial World will be doomed!"

"What?!" Zhurong was the first to jump up, excitement flaring in his eyes, "The Solar Star is going to explode? How powerful must that fire be?!"

Gonggong sneered from the side, "It's better if it explodes! It'll be a good way to douse those bird-brains and cool them down!"

"No!"

Xuanzheng interrupted them with a "righteous" expression, his voice sonorous and powerful!

"Our Witch Clan is the true lineage of Pangu! It is our undeniable responsibility to protect the peace and stability of the Primordial World!"

"We cannot stand idly by and watch sentient beings suffer!"

His gaze swept over all the Ancestral Witches, and with an almost declarative tone, he raised his arm and shouted:

"I propose we immediately launch--the [Solar Star Ecological Balance and Sustainable Development Aid Project]!"

"Externally, it will be called the 'Solar Cooling Plan'!"

"Not only will we go to 'extinguish the fire' on the sun, but we will also help them install a complete set of our Witch Clan's latest research and development, the [Fully Automatic Intelligent Temperature Control Merit Grand Formation]!"

"Let all the myriad races of the Primordial World open their eyes and see!"

"When the Dao Ancestor uses shackles to maintain peace, who is truly dedicating themselves to this world... the guardian!"