On Kunlun Mountain, the East Emperor Demands Justice

Kunlun Mountain, Yu Xu Palace.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, East Emperor Taiyi has come to call."

Yuanshi on the Heaven and Earth Cushion slowly opened his eyes.

In that moment, his gaze pierced straight through Yu Xu Palace, landing on the two figures before Kunlun Mountain.

A trace of doubt flickered in his eyes.

East Emperor Taiyi was one of the Two Great Demon Emperors of the Demon Race Heavenly Court.

Yet the Chan Sect and the Demon Race Heavenly Court had no connection between them.

What was East Emperor Taiyi doing at his Kunlun Mountain at a time like this?

If it were an ordinary cultivator, let alone a Daluo, even a Quasi-Saint, he could see them or not as he pleased.

But East Emperor Taiyi was different.

Behind the Demon Race Heavenly Court stood Nuwa.

Regardless, he still had to give Nuwa some face.

With a thought from Yuanshi, the two figures had already appeared in Yu Xu Palace.

They were East Emperor Taiyi and Xuan Jun.

The moment they stepped into Yu Xu Palace, East Emperor Taiyi and Xuan Jun instantly felt a wave of pressure bearing down on them.

Though Yuanshi had not deliberately activated his Saintly Might.

But a saint was a saint; even just standing there was enough to bring a terrifying sense of oppression.

East Emperor Taiyi fared a bit better—within his pair of Brilliant Gold pupils, Golden Flames seemed to leap, and his Quasi-Saint cultivation had little trouble handling this level of pressure.

But Xuan Jun was in a sorry state.

How could a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal withstand this Saintly Might?

Beneath this Saintly Might, Xuan Jun had no power to resist; he only felt as if he were about to be crushed to pieces.

Fortunately, he was not alone.

A Bell Chant shook Kunlun, and the pressure on Xuan Jun instantly dissipated.

A flicker of surprise passed through Yuanshi's eyes.

The Chaos Bell?

An Innate Supreme Treasure, truly living up to its reputation.

"East Emperor, what business brings you to my Kunlun Mountain?"

Yuanshi looked at East Emperor Taiyi.

In his calm gaze lay an indescribable majesty.

Ordinary cultivators could not meet a saint's eyes.

But East Emperor Taiyi was a born emperor.

He simply stared at Yuanshi, his face expressionless as he spoke.

"This Emperor has come this time to seek justice for the people of the Demon Race Heavenly Court."

"The Chan Sect disciple Huanglong Zhenren killed a member of the Demon Race Heavenly Court."

A sharp coldness immediately filled Yuanshi's eyes.

"You came all the way to my Kunlun Mountain to demand an explanation over a single demon?"

A surge of Saintly Might suddenly descended.

In Yuanshi's view, let alone Huanglong Zhenren killing one person from the Demon Race Heavenly Court, even if it were ten or a hundred, so what?

East Emperor Taiyi's body sank slightly, and a phantom bell shadow manifested behind him.

"This is no ordinary demon."

"Xuan Jun is the newly appointed Demon Commander of our Demon Race Heavenly Court. Huanglong Zhenren killed his Wife and Child—this matter cannot be brushed aside so easily."

East Emperor Taiyi had tacked on another identity for Xuan Jun.

"If I give you no explanation, what can you do?"

Yuanshi said coldly.

The corner of East Emperor Taiyi's mouth lifted slightly.

"This Emperor is indeed no match for the Yuqing Saint."

"But our demon race also has a saint..."

Though the words were left unfinished, the meaning was clear.

A hint of displeasure crept onto Yuanshi's face.

Originally, he had no desire to bother with such matters at all.

East Emperor Taiyi was formidable, but as long as he wasn't a Saint, he posed no real threat.

Nuwa, however, was different. As the earliest to attain sainthood among the Heavenly Dao Saints, her strength could not be underestimated.

He didn't know where Nuwa stood on this matter, but he couldn't afford to gamble.

He wasn't afraid of Nuwa, but neither did he want to sour their relationship over such a trivial issue.

"I'll have Huanglong brought here."

He needed to first understand the root of the matter before making a decision.

With that thought, Yuanshi stirred his will and summoned Huanglong Zhenren.

Yunxiao Cave.

Streams of Spiritual Light shot out from within Yunxiao Cave.

Chijingzi swept his Right Hand holding a Whisk, and a flurry of Talismans inscribed with intricate patterns flew forth, each radiating faint traces of profound meaning.

Then, Chijingzi pressed his Left Hand's sword fingers together and, like lightning, tapped several times on the Talismans.

In an instant, Golden Flames ignited on the Talismans, and a hazy, illusory Light Screen appeared before Chijingzi.

Chijingzi formed seals again, pouring out his Magic Power without reserve.

Yet even so, the Light Screen remained extremely blurry, revealing nothing.

After a few breaths, the Magic Power around Chijingzi dissipated, and the Light Screen collapsed along with it.

"Why?"

Chijingzi murmured to himself.

Ever since Huanglong Zhenren had last come to him for help.

In pursuit of that Xiantian Lingbao, over these decades, he had exhausted every means to deduce the identity of the one who fought Huanglong.

But the result was Nothing Gained.

He simply couldn't understand how he, a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, could fail to calculate the identity of a Heavenly Immortal.

Just as Chijingzi was filled with doubt, a harsh Sound of Wind Breaking suddenly rang out from outside the cave.

The next moment, a figure rushed in hurriedly from outside.

The newcomer was none other than Huanglong Zhenren.

"How is it, Senior Brother? Have you found out who that person is?"

He asked impatiently the moment he arrived.

"No."

Chijingzi shook his head helplessly.

"No?"

Huanglong Zhenren's body trembled, and the hope in his eyes faded.

"Do you know how I've lived these past decades?!"

Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. Though Huanglong Zhenren had been Severely Injured by Lu Changsheng's sword last time, he had gained some insights from that grave injury, and eventually succeeded in breaking through to the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Realm a few months ago.

After achieving Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, Huanglong Zhenren's desire for revenge grew even stronger.

He, a Saint Disciple, one of the Jade Void Twelve Immortals, a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, had actually lost to a Heavenly Immortal.

As long as Lu Changsheng lived, it would be an eternal disgrace for Huanglong Zhenren.

He had placed all his hopes on Chijingzi.

But now Chijingzi was telling him he couldn't find out?

"Chijingzi, you must give me an explanation!"

Huanglong Zhenren's emotions suddenly spiraled out of control.

Such a confrontation made Chijingzi's expression turn cold.

He stared at Huanglong Zhenren with a chilling gaze.

"Huanglong, you'd better rein in your emotions."

"If you think that breaking through to Primordial Unity Golden Immortal gives you the right to challenge me, you're sorely mistaken."

A pressure from the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Realm enveloped the entire Yunxiao Cave.

He could understand Huanglong Zhenren's feelings, but that didn't mean he would tolerate Huanglong Zhenren acting out here.

Under the pressure, Huanglong Zhenren involuntarily stepped back half a pace.

After all, even though he had achieved Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, he was still the weakest among the Jade Void Twelve Immortals.

Huanglong Zhenren took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"You said back then that you could find out who this person is."

"Why is there still no result?"

Chijingzi frowned.

Huanglong Zhenren wanted to know why, and so did he.

By all logic, there should be no Heavenly Immortal capable of escaping his deduction.

"Are you certain that person is a Heavenly Immortal?"

Chijingzi suddenly thought of a possibility.

Perhaps the other party wasn't a Heavenly Immortal at all.

"Impossible!"

Huanglong Zhenren's reply was extremely resolute.

"Senior Brother, though my cultivation is inferior to yours, I am still a Saint Disciple."

"Maybe I can't tell a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal from a Quasi-Saint Mighty, but how could I mistake a Heavenly Immortal?!"

This time, Chijingzi was dumbfounded again.

He sized up Huanglong Zhenren.

Was there a chance that Huanglong Zhenren really could mistake a Heavenly Immortal?

Though he wished it were true—that would explain his failed deduction—

He had to admit that the possibility of Huanglong Zhenren misidentifying a Heavenly Immortal was zero.

"Could it be that this Heavenly Immortal has some background?"

Chijingzi found another explanation.

"How could an ordinary Heavenly Immortal possess a Xiantian Lingbao? He is most likely a disciple of a Quasi-Saint Mighty."

That was it, it had to be!

The more Chijingzi spoke, the more certain he became of his guess.

An ordinary Heavenly Immortal he could certainly track down.

But what if this Heavenly Immortal had deep backing, supported by a Quasi-Saint or even a Saint?

In that case, it was only natural that he, a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, couldn't deduce the other's identity.

"Impossible!"

"In this Honghuang, who doesn't know the disciples of those existences?"

"I have never heard of a Heavenly Immortal disciple."

"Even if a Xiantian Lingbao were bestowed, it wouldn't be given to a Heavenly Immortal!"

Huanglong Zhenren denied Chijingzi's claim once more.

Chijingzi's brow furrowed tightly.

What Huanglong Zhenren said made sense.

Saint Personal Disciples or Quasi-Saint disciples were all well-known.

And even if someone took a disciple, it was unlikely to be a Heavenly Immortal.

Then why couldn't he find out the other's identity?

At this moment, Chijingzi had begun to doubt his own ability.

In truth, this wasn't Chijingzi's fault—a system was simply something that didn't belong to the Honghuang.

Even if a Saint were to deduce it, the result would be the same.

"Even if this person truly has great backing, so what? I, Huanglong Zhenren, am a Saint Disciple!"

"If he dares to wound me and seize my treasure, he must pay the price!"

Huanglong Zhenren growled, his face twisted.

"How about informing Master of this matter?"

Chijingzi had no other choice.

As long as Master made a move, he would surely find this person.

Besides, given Master's status, he would certainly not personally apprehend the man.

That Xiantian Lingbao would still have a high chance of falling into his hands.

"No, absolutely not!"

Huanglong Zhenren quickly shook his head.

If Master learned that he had lost to a Heavenly Immortal, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"This won't do, that won't do—what do you suggest?"

Chijingzi had no good ideas left.

Huanglong Zhenren was about to speak, but his form trembled.

"What's wrong?"

Chijingzi asked, puzzled.

"The Master has ordered me to head to Kunlun Mountain immediately."

"Why would the Master summon you at a time like this?"

Huanglong Zhenren was equally confused.

"I don't know."

"I'll go to Kunlun Mountain first. You think of another way—we must find out who this person is!"

With that, Huanglong Zhenren hurried off to Kunlun Mountain.

Chijingzi remained alone in the Cave Mansion, a troubled look on his face.

What other methods were left to uncover this person's identity?