East King Duke Gets Beaten

A voice came from the horizon. "Everyone, stop. Give me some face." Looking over, they saw an elderly man in splendid robes approaching with a Dragon Head Cane in hand. It was East King Duke.

Dijiang gave East King Duke a chuckle. "East King Duke, go play somewhere else. This has nothing to do with you."

East King Duke shook his head. "I am the lord of the Immortal Court, personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor as the Head of Male Immortals of the primordial world. Give me some face, all of you. Do not wage war. How about it?"

Dijiang's eyelid twitched. "East King Duke, don't think too highly of yourself. If you wanted to mediate, why didn't you step in when the Demon Race first attacked? Now that countless Wu Clan people are dead and wounded, you remember to mediate? Get lost. If you don't, we'll beat you too."

East King Duke stroked his beard. Since the Dao Ancestor had sent him here to mediate, and Dijiang could not be persuaded, he could only try Yun Ting. He turned to him and said, "Yun Ting, are you willing to cease hostilities and lead the Demon Race away?"

Yun Ting nodded. "Naturally." Then he transmitted his voice to Di Jun. "Get ready. We'll run straight off and leave East King Duke here to play with the Wu Clan... As for how to pin this on him, Fellow Daoist Di Jun, I'm sure you have more ideas than I do."

Di Jun replied, "Easy, easy. East King Duke, you are the Head of Male Immortals, so we'll give you this face. Demon Race, withdraw with me." With a wave of his Sleeve Universe, he gathered every Demon Race expert except himself, Taiyi, and Yun Ting into his sleeve, then transformed into a rainbow and departed.

Taiyi and Yun Ting exchanged a glance. Taiyi directly grabbed Yun Ting and transformed into a rainbow as well. Before leaving, he shouted, "East King Duke, you said the Wu Clan disrespected the Immortal Court and asked our Demon Race to teach them a lesson. We've done it. Remember the three Innate Spiritual Treasures you owe us. We're off!"

Seeing this, Dijiang cursed furiously. "East King Duke, do you think you're so impressive? You dare scheme against our Demon Race? Today, I'll teach you a lesson." With that, he gathered his power to its utmost limit, and a fist formed from spatial force smashed straight toward East King Duke.

Seeing Dijiang strike so viciously, East King Duke shouted, "Misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding! The Demon Race's attack on your Wu Clan truly had nothing to do with me..."

Gou Mang gave a cold laugh. "Who would believe that... When the Demon Race attacked the Wu Clan, you never stepped forward. When we returned and led the Wu Clan in striking back, you appeared... If that isn't targeting our Wu Clan, what is? And you say it has nothing to do with you? If it had nothing to do with you, why didn't you come mediate when Di Jun and the others were attacking our Wu Clan?"

East King Duke looked utterly bewildered. "This... the Dao Ancestor told me to do this..."

Upon hearing that, Xuanming burst into curses. "That old bastard Hongjun is truly wicked... First he stopped us from fighting the Three Pure Ones, then he had East King Duke ask the Demon Race to attack the Wu Clan. Utterly hateful... I&...&...&()(&&**&"

As that string of obscenities rang out, Hongjun's eyelids twitched wildly inside the Purple Firmament Palace. "Damn it... This East King Duke is absolutely outrageous! What do you mean I instructed you to go? I..." Hongjun was so angry he could barely catch his breath. He casually smashed a cup and shouted, "Haotian, come here."

Hearing this, Haotian hurried into the main hall of the Purple Firmament Palace. "What are Master's orders?"

Hongjun chuckled. "Haotian, make a trip to Mount Buzhou. Tell the Wu Clan that Master sent East King Duke to mediate as soon as he saw the Demon Race going to attack them. East King Duke himself arrived late—it wasn't Master who told him to wait until the Demon Race had nearly finished beating the Wu Clan before appearing. Go. When you return, Master will give you a Yellow Middle Plum to eat."

Haotian nodded and transformed into a streak of light toward the Wu Clan. Hongjun stroked his beard. "Mm, this way, East King Duke will definitely receive a savage beating. But this humble Taoist... sigh, it will do. At least the enmity between the Wu and Demon Races has now been forged..."

Before long, at the foot of Mount Buzhou, Haotian had only just arrived when he saw an old man in gray robes being kicked back and forth like a ball by the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Yes, in the time it had taken Haotian to get there, East King Duke had already been beaten down and viciously stomped by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Seeing this, Haotian hastily called out, "Stop! Everyone, please stop for now... My Master sent me to clarify something. East King Duke's mediation this time was not arranged by my Master—no, it was arranged by my Master. I forgot how I was supposed to say it." As he spoke, he grew so anxious that he was nearly in tears.

Within the Purple Firmament Palace, Hongjun watched Haotian forget his lines and angrily smashed another cup. "This Haotian... When I enlightened him, I distinctly remember enlightening his Primordial Spirit. How did he become this stupid? This humble Taoist is furious." He hurriedly transmitted his voice, "Just say that I told East King Duke to mediate before the Demon Race made its move."

Back at Mount Buzhou, seeing Haotian on the verge of tears, Houtu's heart softened. She stepped forward and patted his head. "What exactly are you trying to say? Don't rush. Speak slowly..."

Haotian said, "It's just... My Master told East King Duke to mediate the battle between the Wu and Demon Races before the Demon Race made its move. But East King Duke only appeared after you returned... Mm, that's it."

Hearing this, Dijiang cursed, "Zhu Rong, Roast this bastard for me. Hmph, Head of Male Immortals? Today, we'll send him on his way."