Nuwa's Scheme

Later, Ancestor Witch Zhurong quietly asked, "Who is this little guy? Why does Empress Nuwa think so highly of him?"

Houtu transmitted her voice, saying, "His name is Bai Jin. He's a disciple of Tongtian from Mount Kunlun. I met him once before and casually helped him out. I didn't expect his relationship with Nuwa to be so good."

Dijiang and the others also looked at Bai Jin a few more times. There was nothing special about him; his aptitude wasn't even that good.

This time, because of Empress Nuwa's favor, Bai Jin made quite an impression on the great powers of the Great Desolation. At least, all the great powers remembered him—that among the younger generation, there was an extraordinary individual named Bai Jin whom Empress Nuwa greatly favored.

Taiyi rose, bowed, and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Senior Sister Nuwa, on proving the Dao and becoming a Saint. From now on, our Demon Race will have a pillar of support, and the Demon Race is destined for great prosperity."

Nuwa smiled and nodded, showing no intention of refuting him.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches' faces all changed drastically. Nuwa, a Saint, acknowledged the Demon Race? How was this possible?! Was Nuwa going to become one with the Demon Race?

The other great powers also had strange expressions. Empress Nuwa, having just become a Saint, was going to interfere in the struggle for dominance between Heaven and Earth? What right did she, a primordial deity, have to claim to be part of the Demon Race!

The Three Pure Ones also looked grave, unable to fathom Nuwa's intentions for the moment. Was she truly intending to meddle in the grand scheme of Heaven and Earth?

Taiyi was slightly stunned, then his face lit up with joy. Did Empress Nuwa just tacitly agree? If Empress Nuwa joined the Demon Race, the Witch Race could be annihilated with a flick of their wrists, and the Demon Race would truly become the rulers of Heaven and Earth.

Dijun could no longer sit still. He immediately stood up, bowed, and said, "My ten children have always admired the Saint's prestige and possess a steadfast heart for the Dao. I beg the Empress to take them as disciples."

The ten young lads all prostrated themselves and said excitedly, "Disciple, greets Master!"

Empress Nuwa looked at them and shook her head slightly, saying, "You have no master-disciple affinity with me."

The ten Golden Crows could only rise with regret.

Dijun and Taiyi exchanged a subtle glance, their eyes filled with confusion. Wasn't the so-called master-disciple affinity decided by a Saint's word? Even without affinity, they could still be taken as registered disciples. Why did Nuwa refuse?

Empress Nuwa smiled and said, "The sermon has concluded. I still need to consolidate my Saintly Dao, so I will not keep the fellow Daoists any longer."

Dijiang said coldly, "Let's go!" He strode out first, followed by the other ten Ancestor Witches.

Ancestor Witch Houtu bowed to Empress Nuwa and quickly followed them out.

The other great powers also rose, bowed, and left one after another, their hearts heavy. The Great Desolation was in turmoil. Sigh, they would close their mountain gates upon returning.

Bai Jin also left with the Three Pure Ones. In the blink of an eye, only Nuwa and Fuxi remained in the great hall.

Fuxi asked doubtfully, "Sister, why did you acknowledge our identity as the Demon Race? With your current status and position, interfering with the Demon Race is lowering your own standing; it's highly inappropriate."

Nuwa said, "Brother, there's no need to worry. I have my own plans. Please trouble yourself to go to the Demon Court and gain their trust."

Fuxi nodded and said, "Since you have a plan, I won't say any more. I'll head to the Demon Court now."

"Thank you, Brother!"

Fuxi chuckled and said, "What trouble between siblings? I'll go right away."

Fuxi strode out, his figure instantly disappearing into the chaos.

Empress Nuwa looked down and said leisurely, "With Elder Brother handling the Demon Race, and the Witch Race being strong but lacking in wisdom, there's no need for elaborate schemes. We just need to go with the flow."

In the Demon Court, Dijun and Taiyi stood in the great hall.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi asked doubtfully, "Big Brother, what does Empress Nuwa mean? Since she's willing to acknowledge our identity as the Demon Race, why isn't she willing to take the little Golden Crows as disciples?"

Dijun said leisurely, "How can we fathom the minds of Saints? I fear she has ill intentions!"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi chuckled and said, "Big Brother worries too much. In my opinion, Empress Nuwa merely wants to borrow our Demon Race's destiny to cultivate. There are bound to be more than one Saint. By winning us over, she gains an advantage in the battle for Sainthood."

The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and Taiyi the Emperor immediately fell silent.

A demon god with golden fur strode in, knelt on the ground, and said, "Your Majesty, Fuxi is seeking an audience outside, claiming he wants to join our Demon Race."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi exclaimed with surprise and joy, "Quick, invite him in! No! We'll go personally to welcome him." He turned to Dijun and said excitedly, "Big Brother, Fuxi joining our Demon Court already expresses Empress Nuwa's attitude."

A hint of joy also appeared in Dijun's eyes. He said, "Let's go! We'll go welcome the great Fuxi." The two of them strode out quickly.

In the Pangu Hall on the Great Desolation land, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were seated.

A burly man carrying a bow and arrows walked in, slammed his fist into his palm, bowed respectfully, and said, "Ancestor Witches, Fuxi has joined the Demon Race."

Zhurong's head burst into flames, and he suddenly stood up, roaring angrily, "Damn it! Nuwa has made up her mind to become one with the Demon Race."

At the main seat, Dijiang said gravely, "Houyi, transmit my order. The entire clan will prepare for war."

"Yes!" Houyi replied respectfully, turned, and strode out of the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Instantly, the Great Desolation was filled with a sense of urgency and solemnity, like the cry of cranes in the wind.

On the peak of Taiqing Peak on Mount Kunlun, the Three Pure Ones sat under a tea tree. Duobao and Wudang stood behind Tongtian, while Bai Jin stood respectfully before the three, presenting a scene of a joint interrogation.

Tongtian said calmly, "Tell me, how did you get involved with Nuwa? I wondered why you disappeared in the blink of an eye; so you ran off to Buzhou Mountain. What? Mount Kunlun isn't good enough for you anymore?"

The more Bai Jin listened, the stranger he felt. Is Master jealous? He quickly explained, "Reporting to Master, I went to Buzhou Mountain to deliver tea to Empress Nuwa on behalf of First Martial Uncle. First Martial Uncle knows about this!"

Taishang nodded and said with a smile, "I sent him, but I didn't intend for him not to return."

"Hmm~" Tongtian let out a nasal sound and continued to look at Bai Jin unhappily.

Bai Jin quickly explained, "Wasn't this an unexpected event? Who could have predicted that Empress Nuwa would suddenly become a Saint?"

Yuanshi said solemnly, "When Nuwa became a Saint, you were right in front of her?"

Bai Jin nodded. "Yes!"

Yuanshi said, "How did she become a Saint? Explain in detail."

Tongtian asked suspiciously, "Does Nuwa becoming a Saint have anything to do with you? Otherwise, why would she treat you so well?"

"Maybe it's because I'm good-looking!"

"Cough cough~" Taishang choked on his tea, quickly placing the cup on the table.

Yuanshi said solemnly, "Be serious!"

Bai Jin quickly replied respectfully, "At that time, Fuxi and I entered the place where Empress Nuwa was comprehending the Dao and saw many strange and peculiar things."

Yuanshi quickly asked, "What things?"

Taishang and Tongtian also looked at Bai Jin expectantly. Although the paths to Sainthood were different, there were always points that could be learned from.