Unleashing Kamui!

Having seen through Zhenyuanzi's thoughts, Tongtian could not help but reveal an embarrassed expression. He coughed twice, momentarily at a loss for words.

"All right. I would not attack him over such a trivial matter."

Tongtian glanced at him and offered reassurance.

That said, if Hong Yun truly wanted to join the Interception Sect in the future, it would not be so easy.

If he did not make Hong Yun pass through eight hundred or a thousand layers of schemes and trials, there would be no chance!

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Sect Master."

Hearing this, Zhenyuanzi finally relaxed and hastily offered his thanks.

Led by Qing Xuanzi, he slowly withdrew from Biyou Palace.

Not long after he left, Nuwa arrived gracefully.

Tongtian swept his gaze over her and discovered the late-stage Quasi-Saint aura she had yet to fully restrain.

Without thinking, he pulled her into his embrace.

Just as he was about to speak, his gaze suddenly fell upon Zhunti.

Zhunti had quietly left Mount Sumeru and was swiftly heading toward the Heavenly Court.

There was no need to guess that he was off to stir up some new trouble.

With a slight shift in his thoughts, Tongtian immediately understood.

He gently brushed Nuwa's hair at her temple and smiled.

"Would you like to watch a good show?"

"Where?" Nuwa's eyes lit up as she hurriedly asked.

"Right here. Have you forgotten that I have such methods?"

Tongtian smiled and flicked his finger.

In an instant, an oval mirror of light appeared in the void.

The figure within the mirror was Zhunti, rushing toward the Heavenly Court.

It turned out that after three thousand years of Closed Door Meditation, he had remained stuck at the final hurdle of the middle stage of the Quasi-Saint realm.

In his frustration, he recalled the plan his senior brother had mentioned before entering seclusion.

Since he had no idea when further meditation would bring a breakthrough, he might as well proceed with the original plan first.

Thus came the scene before them.

Before long, Zhunti arrived outside the gates of the Heavenly Court.

After the gatekeeping demon general announced his arrival, Dijun personally came to receive him and led him into the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"Why has Fellow Daoist Zhunti suddenly come to visit my Heavenly Court instead of cultivating at Mount Sumeru? What guidance do you have for me?"

After ordering servants to bring several plates of immortal fruits, Dijun spoke with a cheerful smile.

As the saying went, no one paid an unexpected visit without a reason.

As the leader of a sect, he naturally understood this principle.

Ordinarily, he should not have made it so plain so directly.

However, the Zhunti brothers had a poor reputation at Purple Heaven Palace, and everyone was wary of them.

Thus, Dijun had no desire to beat around the bush and directly asked about Zhunti's purpose.

"It is not something I intend to hide. I came this time to bring Fellow Daoist an opportunity."

"If Fellow Daoist does not wish to hear it, I shall leave immediately and will not linger."

Seeing how coldly Dijun treated him, Zhunti naturally had no desire to lower himself. His tone turned chilly as he pretended to leave.

"Please stay."

Dijun stopped him with a shout, his brows slightly furrowed and his expression carrying a hint of confusion.

"It was this Emperor who was discourteous. I hope Fellow Daoist will forgive me."

"What exactly is this opportunity you speak of?"

Though his words were polite, he had already made up his mind.

If Zhunti could not offer anything substantial, he would not be allowed to leave so easily!

Knowing what Dijun was thinking, Zhunti was not angered.

He casually picked up several immortal fruits, eating them as he uttered two words.

"Heavenly Marriage."

"How did he know?"

Within Biyou Palace, Nuwa, who had been secretly watching, spoke softly.

At some point, her brows had lightly furrowed.

She herself had only learned of Heavenly Marriage after refining the Red Embroidered Ball.

How had Zhunti learned of it?

"There are countless sects in the world. One or two of them may have obtained the knowledge by chance. There is no need to take it too seriously."

Tongtian stroked his long beard, his expression calm.

Or rather, from the moment Zhunti entered the gates, Tongtian had already guessed part of it.

Back to Dijun.

Upon hearing the words "Heavenly Marriage," he was first stunned, then delighted as he immediately understood its benefits.

"Thank you for your guidance, Fellow Daoist. My Demon Race will remember this karma."

He cupped his hands in salute, his face full of joy.

"You are too polite, Fellow Daoist. Besides this Heavenly Marriage opportunity, I have another matter I wish to discuss with you today."

"What might it be?"

Zhunti smiled faintly before finally revealing his true purpose.

That was right. Heavenly Marriage was merely bait; his true goal lay ahead.

"Oh? Cooperation? How do you propose we cooperate?"

Dijun raised a brow, a flicker of interest passing through his eyes.

For someone like Zhunti to propose cooperation on his own initiative, the benefits behind it were clearly considerable.

"It is simple. Help me eliminate Hong Yun. Once my brother and I become Saints, we will help you wipe out the Witch Race."

"I imagine the Witch Race's Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation is quite a troublesome matter for you as well?"

Seeing that Dijun was interested, Zhunti struck while the iron was hot and got straight to the point.

Dijun's heart shook after hearing this.

His understanding of Zhunti deepened once more.

Of course, he knew who Hong Yun was.

Precisely because he knew, he was even more shocked by Zhunti's audacity.

After all, both the Saintly Position and the spiritual treasure had been yielded by Hong Yun.

Yet they not only failed to think of repaying him, but had instead developed murderous intent, wishing to eliminate him once and for all.

They were truly outrageously bold!

When cooperating with people so devoid of morality, he naturally had to remain on utmost guard.

His right hand lightly tapped the table as he pondered for a moment.

Finally, just as Zhunti was beginning to grow impatient, he slowly spoke.

"Cooperation is not impossible, but how can I know when you brothers will attain the Dao and become Saints?"

"If the end of an aeon arrives and the two of you have yet to attain the Dao, what then?"

It had to be said that Dijun had considered things thoroughly.

With a single sentence, he brought Zhunti's vague promise into the light.

"Fine. If that day truly comes and my brother and I have not become Saints, we will still help you deal with the Witch Race. How about it?"

Cursing inwardly, Zhunti gritted his teeth and made a concession.

After weighing the matter for a long time, Dijun finally nodded in agreement.

"Very well, but I need you to swear a Dao oath."

The moment those words were spoken, Zhunti's face darkened.

What a fellow—Dijun was practically saying outright that he did not trust him.

Zhunti helplessly rolled his eyes, but with matters having reached this point, he could only comply and solemnly swear a Dao oath.

"It is not that I do not trust you. I simply must be responsible for the Demon Race. I hope Fellow Daoist understands."

After Zhunti finished swearing, Dijun narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly.

As for how much truth lay in those words, both understood without speaking.

"As for Hong Yun, please begin making arrangements as soon as possible and resolve the matter early. The sooner that happens, the sooner my senior brother and I can take the final step."

Zhunti reminded Dijun once more, urgency evident in his tone.

After giving his instructions, he did not linger. With a flash, he hurried toward the west, afraid that remaining even a moment longer would arouse suspicion.

"Come, let me take you to intercept a show."

Tongtian chuckled and casually projected the scene he had recorded earlier into the sky.

Nuwa immediately understood. With a single step beside him, she arrived upon the Moon Star.

His purpose in coming was to get ahead of Dijun and intercept the sisters Changxi and Xihe.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery before her, the clever and perceptive Nuwa immediately understood Tongtian's intentions.

Her lips pouted slightly as she pinched the flesh at Tongtian's waist and twisted hard.

"You little jealous pot."

Tongtian smiled helplessly and tapped the tip of her nose before turning toward the lunar palace and calling out loudly.

"Fellow Daoists Xihe and Changxi, Tongtian has come to visit."

As soon as his words fell, two slender figures emerged from the hall.

A gentle yet courteous voice drifted through the air.

"So it is the Saint gracing us with your presence. We failed to welcome you from afar, so please forgive us. Please, come in."

The two women offered graceful bows, their manner respectful, and led Tongtian and Nuwa into the lunar palace.

The younger sister, Changxi, immediately rose to brew Osmanthus Tea for everyone.

Seeing their somewhat restrained manner, Tongtian found it rather amusing.

From the look of things, it was as though he were some villain who had come to seize a bride.

"May I ask what guidance the Saint has come to offer today?"

Xihe served the tea and asked tentatively.

Though she was impeccable in etiquette and composed in bearing, the trace of vigilance hidden in her eyes did not escape Tongtian and Nuwa's notice.

"There is no need to be nervous. I came only to sincerely invite the two of you to join my Interception Sect."

His tone was calm, his gaze gentle.

"What do you two think?"

Nuwa said nothing from the side, merely looking curiously over the furnishings around her.

This was her first visit to the Moon Star, so she could not help but find it novel.

"This..."

The sisters exchanged a glance. After a moment of silence, Changxi finally spoke to decline politely.

"We are grateful for the Saint's esteem, but my sister and I have lived upon the Moon Star for a long time and have grown accustomed to this place. I fear we cannot agree. We hope the Saint will forgive us."

Hearing the rejection, Tongtian's expression did not change, as though he had expected it all along.

Nuwa, however, was somewhat surprised, disbelief flashing through her eyes.

After all, in the Primordial Wilderness, countless cultivators dreamed of entering a Saint's sect.

Especially when Tongtian had personally extended the invitation, it was an enormous opportunity.

Yet the sisters had politely refused. It was truly difficult to understand.

If the outside world learned of this, it would surely cause an uproar.

"It is no matter. I believe that before long, you will understand the karma involved."

Tongtian spoke casually and waved his hand.

He had already made his calculations.

Dijun had always been proud and arrogant, and now he was determined to have the Xihe sisters.

If Tongtian did not intervene, Dijun would likely soon arrive with gifts, intending to force a marriage.

When that time came, unless the two women genuinely agreed, they would likely be unable to escape disaster.

His visit today was, in truth, to leave them a path of retreat.

Once Dijun acted and they had nowhere left to flee, they would remember what he had said today.

At that time, they would naturally enter the Interception Sect.

Of course, if they remained unwilling, he would not force them.

After all, he acted only because he cherished their talent and did not wish to see them unable to escape calamity.

"What does the Saint mean by that?"

Xihe's brows lightly furrowed as she could not help asking.

"The heavenly secrets are difficult to predict. It will naturally be revealed when the time comes."

Tongtian smiled and changed the subject, his gaze turning westward.

"Are you interested in watching a good show?"

As he spoke, his Spiritual Sense swept across the western skies.

Before leaving earlier, he had quietly sent the scene of Dijun and Zhunti's secret discussion to the Witch Race.

Given the temperament of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, once they learned of this matter, they would never let it rest.

Sure enough, the moment his words fell, waves of violent auras erupted in the distance.

All twelve Ancestral Witches set out together, charging furiously toward the west.

Along the way, they made no attempt to conceal their auras, sending cultivators in every direction trembling in fear and scrambling to avoid them.

Such a display alarmed countless great powers.

One powerful figure after another emerged from seclusion, looking toward the west and discussing it animatedly.

"Judging by this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are heading west. Good! They deserve to suffer a little!"

"I really wish I could give Jieyin and Zhunti, those two shameless bastards, a proper lesson. Damn it, how many times have they taken advantage of me already? Even shearing a sheep, you can't keep picking the same one!"

"Could we be seeing Pangu's phantom display its divine might again today?"

"What exactly did Jieyin and Zhunti do to provoke those people? Look at their expressions—they seem ready to swallow the two of them alive!"

"They even dared provoke the Witch Race. I'd say that after becoming the Dao Ancestor's disciples, they got far too full of themselves."