Minghe: This Job Wasn't Easy

Although Primordial Heavenly Lord said nothing, the irrepressible smile at the corners of his mouth showed just how pleased he was.

Saint Taishang gazed at his disciple with a face full of gratification. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

Niu Ba sat beside them, his face flushed red from drinking, boasting endlessly. "See that? My son! Fucking awesome! Taking on Luohou alone was like child's play!"

Amid this joyous atmosphere, Niu Ben's hand, holding his wine cup, suddenly paused in midair.

He raised his head, his gaze seeming to pierce through the roof of Jade Void Palace toward the distant void.

"Hmm?"

"What is it, Ben'er?"

Saint Taishang was the first to notice something unusual.

Niu Ben set down his cup, his brows lifting slightly.

"Interesting."

"One old crow just left, and now a pack of brutes has arrived."

His divine sense spread out in an instant, clearly catching that domineering Ancestor Witch aura, as well as Dijiang's utterly undisguised movements.

"Dijiang has left the Witch Realm."

"The direction he's heading... is the Underworld."

Niu Ben said calmly.

"What?"

Tongtian Cult Master immediately perked up as well. He counted on his fingers, then sneered.

"Well, well! These fellows sure have sharp noses!"

"The Demon Clan just went to the Western Teachings, and now they want to come cling to our Mystic Gate?"

Primordial Heavenly Lord pondered. "The Wu Clan possesses formidable combat strength and fears neither death nor injury. If we join forces with them, they would indeed be a great help in this Tribulation."

Saint Taishang looked at Niu Ben and asked, "Ben'er, what do you think?"

Niu Ben rubbed his chin, a teasing smile appearing on his face.

He had never expected that one day, he would become such a sought-after prize.

The Demon Clan