Ideal Reality, Brother Yong Brother

"How could that be?"

Dijiang chuckled at Nuwa's doubt. "I trust fellow Daoist Nuwa's character the most."

"I'm not saying I want you to become a fickle Saint."

"My true intention is simply to hope..." the Ancestral Witch said sincerely, "that fellow Daoist Nuwa can cast aside the factional blinders brought by her Demon Clan identity and view matters from an objective standpoint."

"The doors of my Witch Clan are always open to you, fellow Daoist. We await the day you join us."

"If the Demon Clan has not wronged me, how can I wrong the Demon Clan?" Nuwa frowned. "A contract has already been signed... As long as I am one of the Demon Clan's rulers, I will surely protect those beings who have offered their loyalty."

Listening to her words, Dijiang's eyes gleamed. He remained calm and composed.

He had seen loyal individuals before.

But with his silver tongue, there wasn't a single target who couldn't have their views twisted, their minds driven to confusion!

"Did fellow Daoist Nuwa join the Demon Clan for benefits?" Dijiang asked with a playful smile. "Or perhaps... for an ideal?"

"I see fellow Daoist Nuwa as a being of noble and flawless character. Because you signed a contract with the Demon Clan first, and out of integrity, you refuse to cooperate with us, you must surely be a Grand Unity Saint who has transcended base desires, right?"

Dijiang smiled broadly, looking rather punchable. "Therefore, the reason for joining the Demon Clan must be related to ideals!"

Nuwa opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, then closed it again... repeating the cycle, yet unable to utter a single word.

At this moment, looking at Ancestral Witch Dijiang's smile, she just wanted to throw a punch and vent her frustration.

Whether Dijiang knew Nuwa's thoughts or not... it didn't significantly affect his speech.

If the other party spoke of benefits, he would discuss benefits; if they spoke of ideals, he would discuss ideals!

Once he grasped an opportunity, he could absolutely trap the other party, dragging them into a bottomless pit from which they couldn't climb out, even helping to count the money after being sold.

Just like now, Nuwa felt a stone stuck in her heart, feeling utterly stifled. In the end, she had no choice but to follow Dijiang's rhythm. "What fellow Daoist said is indeed correct..."

"I did not join the Demon Clan because of how much I could gain... It was entirely because of my lofty ideals!"

Her expression was solemn and grave, with thousands of divine halos blooming behind her. "I wish to build a beautiful world where all races live in harmony!"

"Therefore, I joined the Demon Clan and took on the position of ruler..." Nuwa's face held a compassionate mercy. "With all races united to form the Demon Clan, and I being one of its rulers... I will surely be able to improve things from the top down, correcting the tragic order of predation in the current era's food chain!"

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa indeed possesses great compassion. You are a true Saint." Dijiang said with a flattering smile, then changed the subject. "Then, if one day you discover that you haven't changed anything... that malignant tumors spread within the Demon Clan and can never be removed."

"The hope of turning the tide of the era lies with our Witch Clan. In that case, does your loyalty to the Demon Clan... still have a reason to exist?"

Was the signed contract more important?

Or were the ideals pursued from the heart, personal beliefs, more important?

Nuwa looked at Dijiang, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Dijiang also looked at Nuwa, his smile becoming increasingly amiable.

A subtle atmosphere settled between the two.

Suddenly, Nuwa gave a light laugh, breaking the stalemate. "Regardless, the current Witch Clan has not yet demonstrated the ability to guide all beings and races towards prosperity and development."

"The Demon Clan, however, is an existing, most suitable platform for me."

"I know." Dijiang nodded frankly. "Therefore, we will use time, and we will use facts, to prove it to this world."

"Please, fellow Daoist Nuwa, wait and see... and please, in the years to come, be able to judge from an objective standpoint—if your ideals still exist and have not been corrupted by benefits." He said leisurely, "At the same time, I hope we can set aside our disputes and engage in a certain degree of cooperation for the great cause of creating a beautiful Primordial Era."

"The conflict between the Witch and Demon clans is certainly real, but aren't we all a part of the Primordial Era?"

"Good."

Nuwa felt she had nothing more to say.

In the end, she could only use a "Good" to forcefully end her conversation with Dijiang.

After doing so, managing to maintain her expression without crumbling, she immediately said, "I have urgent matters to attend to and need to return to Fengxi... I shall take my leave now."

"Our directions are the same. Shall we go together?" Dijiang suggested.

"No, no, no... How can that be?" Nuwa repeatedly refused. "The Witch Clan friends have visited with such a grand procession. In terms of etiquette, I must prepare a magnificent welcome ceremony."

"Therefore, please allow me to depart and withdraw for now... We will meet again very soon!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Great Sage Nuwa bowed slightly and urged the phoenix beneath her feet.

Amidst a brilliant innate treasure light, the golden phoenix sped forward, surpassing the Witch Clan's honor guard. It left only a receding figure for Feng Xi.

Was it an illusion?

Feng Xi pondered. This Great Compassionate, Supreme Saint, Benevolent Empress Nuwa seemed to have a somewhat dejected and embarrassed air of fleeing.

Thinking of this, he admired Ancestral Witch Dijiang, who was truly eloquent. Without expending a single soldier or weapon, he had managed to make a supreme expert retreat!

And Dijiang appeared quite calm, as if this were merely a trivial matter, something he had done countless times before and was not worth mentioning.

"Fellow Daoist has great skill."

Ancestral Witch Houtu's carriage arrived from behind, reaching Dijiang's side.

This Ancestral Witch praised Dijiang with an inexplicable tone. "I think it won't be long before fellow Daoist's name will surely shake the entire Demon Court."

"You killed the target Tai Yi wanted to rescue, and made Nuwa retreat with just a few words... With such achievements, who wouldn't be amazed?"

"If we achieve another victory against Di Jun and Fuxi, the prestige of our Witch Clan will soar, earning the admiration of all gods in the Primordial Era!"

"Eh... that's not how you should count it." Dijiang chuckled lightly. "Tai Yi suffered a disadvantage because he underestimated my strength."

"And Nuwa? Although her strength is great and her cultivation is high, but!"

"In some aspects, she is still too weak... no, too inexperienced."

"Both of them are known for their combat prowess, yet they suffered a loss due to a lack of cunning..." Dijiang sighed with emotion. "If the opponents this time were Di Jun and Fuxi?"

"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"

"Are you saying Tai Yi is inferior to Di Jun? And Nuwa is inferior to Fuxi?" Houtu's eyes darkened.

"Precisely!" Dijiang nodded affirmatively. "There's a good saying – your older brother will always be your older brother!"

"Don't look at Tai Yi and Nuwa, who seem to be able to fight better than their elder brothers."

"If you truly throw them all into the most complex situations, the ones who will survive most comfortably and laugh until the very end will definitely be those two elders!"

"Oh."

Houtu let out an "Oh" and fell silent.