Jieyin and Zhunti Enter the Purple Mansion!

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, delight flickering in their eyes.

They had been shooting for the moon, expecting East Prince Gong to haggle, but who would have thought the man would agree outright?

For them, this was an unexpected windfall.

If they had known it would be this easy, they should have demanded even more. But now that the words were out, they couldn't take them back—especially not with the gazes of the assembled Quasi-Saints fixed on them.

The Quasi-Saints who had originally belonged to the Purple Mansion Immortal Court were all wearing looks of indignation.

They hadn't received such treatment when they joined the Immortal Court.

The remaining three thousand guests from the Purple Mansion Palace who hadn't yet left also chose to join.

They had always been fence-sitters, wavering back and forth.

The Three Pure Ones paid no heed to the conflicts of the Primordial Wilderness.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun were renowned as easygoing types who didn't want to offend anyone.

Ancestor Minghe had a peculiar temperament, still trying to prove his Dao through slaughter. The Two Saints of the West had also obtained two strands of Primordial Violet Qi and were future Saints as well.

With these two holding the fort, they naturally wanted to latch onto a powerful patron.

The atmosphere in the Purple Mansion Immortal Court eased.

Duke East was overjoyed. Even if he harbored resentment toward the Three Pure Ones, he wouldn't dare to retaliate. But when it came to Hong Yun, his thoughts stirred.

The seed of greed, once planted in the heart, would slowly take root and sprout.

As they clinked cups and feasted.

Within the Demon Heavenly Court above the Nine Heavens Above.

Demon Emperor Di Jun listened to his subordinate's report, a smile spreading across his face as well.

"The Three Pure Ones actually turned down East Prince Gong's invitation—that caught me off guard, but it's also within expectations. The Three Pure Ones are Heaven-ordained future Saints, so they'd naturally guard their reputation."

"As for their so-called disregard for the Primordial Wilderness's conflicts, it's just that nothing has touched them personally."

The smile on his face was now impossible to suppress. This was fantastic news for him.

He had refrained from stirring up trouble with East Prince Gong earlier precisely because he feared the Three Pure Ones might join the Purple Mansion Immortal Court. If they had agreed, at least half of the three thousand guests from the Purple Mansion Palace would have followed suit.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun's refusal, however, was within his predictions.

The reason was simple: those two were famously easygoing, unwilling to kill prematurely, and truly wanted no part in any conflict. They only wished to follow their whims and live freely.

But when he heard the next piece of news, his expression shifted drastically, and he shot to his feet.

"What did you say? Those two Westerners chose to join the Purple Mansion Immortal Court?"

He could no longer remain calm.

He and his younger brother, Emperor Taiyi, were the Heaven-born sovereigns of the demon race, having emerged from the Sun Star.

From the moment of their birth, a certain clarity had settled in their hearts: becoming Demon Emperors was their destiny. Since they were sovereigns, how could they ever bow to another?

For now, the two Westerners posed little threat to them, but they possessed the foundation to become Saints.

There was no guarantee they wouldn't truly become Saints in the future.

During the final sermon in the Purple Mansion Palace, there had been seven strands of Primordial Violet Qi. The Dao Ancestor had given five to his Personal Disciples, revealing their future paths.

The true Heaven-ordained Saints.

As for the other two strands of Primordial Violet Qi, because the two Westerners had wailed and pleaded, the Dao Ancestor accepted them as registered disciples.

The final strand of Primordial Qi was given to Hong Yun.

Emperor Taiyi grew anxious and couldn't help asking, "Big Brother, what do we do now?"

They dared to dismiss East Prince Gong, but the two Westerners required careful consideration.

If those two managed to become Saints, they would surely settle old karmic debts.

For the entire Demon Heavenly Court, that was the greatest threat.

Di Jun frowned in deep thought.

After a moment, he had made up his mind.

"I'll descend to Kunlun Mountain for a visit!"

At these words, Emperor Taiyi understood his brother's intent, disbelief in his eyes.

"Big Brother, you mean to...!"

Di Jun nodded. The two brothers had been born together and knew each other's hearts.

"Yes, I'll go and test the waters, then we'll see."

After giving his orders, Di Jun left the Demon Heavenly Court and headed for Kunlun Mountain.

Niu Ben had returned from the Myriad Immortals Assembly and settled back into his usual peace.

He sat in his recliner, eyes closed, enjoying Bixiao's leg massage, listening to her crisp, pleasant voice echoing around him, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Now this is living.

But at that moment, a voice transmission suddenly rang out in his mind.

"Ox, go to the entrance of Kunlun Mountain. Someone will come to visit soon; bring him directly to my Dao Field."

Taishang's sudden voice left Niu Ben momentarily stunned.

He immediately rose to his feet.

Bixiao looked at him with confusion and asked instinctively, "Senior Disciple Brother, is something the matter?"

Niu Ben nodded. "It's nothing major. Master just called me to go to the entrance of Kunlun Mountain to receive an honored guest. I'll head over now and come back later!"

Bixiao's brows curved gently. "Alright, Senior Disciple Brother, go ahead. I'll wait for you here."

Since Taishang had personally instructed him, Niu Ben naturally wouldn't delay.

He used his divine ability to arrive at the entrance of Kunlun Mountain.

His gaze turned toward the horizon, and a hint of doubt crept into his mind.

"Who could it be?"

"Could East Prince Gong be unwilling to accept defeat?"

"That guy doesn't seem worthy of being called an honored guest by Master. So who else could it be?"

The Three Pure Ones were usually in seclusion, meditating on enlightenment, striving to become Saints as soon as possible.

Their disciples were protected by their influence; even if they stirred up trouble, no one dared to deliberately target them. Who would be foolish enough to provoke the destined disciples of future Saints?

Just as he was waiting, the next moment, a flame appeared abruptly in the void between spaces.

That flame was domineering and scorching, as if it would burn space itself to ashes.

Even the Spatial Barrier of the Primordial Wilderness twisted at that moment, as though the flame was using the barrier itself as fuel to burn.

But then Niu Ben saw the flame transform into a Three-legged Golden Crow, landing directly at the entrance of Kunlun Mountain.

The Three-legged Golden Crow was indeed majestic. Though it didn't deliberately exert pressure, its powerful bloodline force subtly pierced through time and space, stirring the blood energy within Niu Ben.

The bloodline energy within him wasn't suppressed into rebellion; rather, it felt like a resonance.

Niu Ben himself was also of the Demon Race. Facing the heaven-ordained emperor of the Demon Race, the immense pressure naturally weighed down on him—it wasn't a targeted attack.

He originally possessed the ordinary bloodline of an Azure Ox, but after undergoing ancestral purification, it had become one of the top bloodlines in the Primordial Wilderness.

At this moment, Niu Ben felt as though his bloodline was about to ignite.

Like an erupting microcosm, it clashed against the innate royal bloodline of the Demon Race.

Di Jun shed his true form and descended at the entrance of Kunlun Mountain. He looked at Niu Ben standing there, sensing the bloodline aura erupting from this ox, and was shocked to his core.

He truly hadn't expected that Niu Ben, as a member of the Demon Race, would show no sign of losing composure before him, the heaven-born emperor of the Demon Race.

But he could feel that the bloodline level on Niu Ben was not far behind his own.

His heart churned with lingering shock. Is this the strength of the Three Pure Ones?

Even a mere disciple guarding the mountain possessed such a bloodline.

Di Jun had never seen Niu Ben before, so naturally, he took him for a disciple guarding the gates of Kunlun Mountain.

At that moment, his attitude made a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.