Di Xin Hosts the Immortals

Once all the palace attendants and ministers had departed, leaving only Daji and the other two demons atop Deer Terrace, Daji could no longer suppress the fury in her heart. She turned to glare at the Pipa Spirit and the Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit, her voice icy and full of rebuke:

"What exactly was wrong with you two today? What status do the immortals of the Immortal Court hold? Are they people we can casually approach or summon at will? I was clearly trying to put His Majesty off, yet you two took this matter upon yourselves! If that isn't reckless nonsense, what is? If we expose ourselves, all three of us will die without even a burial ground!"

Yet upon hearing Daji's scolding, the Pipa Spirit and the Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit showed not the slightest panic. Instead, they exchanged a smile and said with a giggle, "Sister, calm down. Don't be angry. Since we dared make such a promise to His Majesty, naturally we have already thought of a solution. Otherwise, how would we dare gamble with our own lives?"

Seeing how confident they were, Daji's anger eased somewhat. Her brows still furrowed, she asked doubtfully, "Oh? What idea do you have? Speak quickly! If you cannot devise a proper solution, we will all fall here today!"

The Pipa Spirit stepped forward and explained with a smile, "Hehe, Sister, have you forgotten? We still have quite a few descendants in Xuanyuan Tomb! Though they are weak and their cultivation is shallow, as long as the three of us join hands and cast a spell, using illusions to conceal their true forms, dressing them in immortal robes, and making them look like immortals, they can impersonate Immortal Court immortals descending to the mortal world. His Majesty is so muddleheaded that he