Face Had to Be Earned Through Strength! Xi Huang, Wa Huang!

Just as Qin Mu had guessed,

Dijun rose to his feet and said with earnest sincerity:

"Three Pure Ones, the Primordial World is in turmoil."

"The Witch Clan is tyrannical, and East King Duke claims the Immortal Court is the one true orthodox authority, repeatedly provoking us."

"Our Demon Race wishes to rule the Primordial World and needs mighty figures like you to help us. Would you be willing to join the Demon Race and build a great enterprise together?"

As soon as Dijun finished speaking, the hall fell silent.

Qin Mu heard him and almost laughed. He sighed inwardly:

What was Dijun thinking?

He actually wanted to recruit the Three Pure Ones?

What sort of figures were the Three Pure Ones? They were Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, born proud. How could they ever bow their heads to someone else?

Besides, Qin Mu also knew that Yuanshi, among the Three Pure Ones, looked down most of all on creatures like the Demon Race—"feathered, horned, born of dampness or hatched from eggs."

Dijun wanted to recruit the Three Pure Ones? Wasn't he just asking to be humiliated?

As expected, things went exactly as Qin Mu had imagined.

Before Taishang and Tongtian could respond, Yuanshi scoffed and said coldly:

"Ha."

"Do creatures with feathers and scales deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as the Three Pure Ones?"

Yuanshi's voice was detached and mocking. His cold eyes, sharp as lightning, fixed directly on Dijun.

He clearly had no intention of showing Dijun the slightest respect.

"Yuanshi, you..."

Donghuang Taiyi flew into a rage.

Boom!

The next moment, strands of Solar True Fire erupted around him, and a terrifying aura spread through the hall.

His temper was nothing like Dijun's.

Yuanshi had belittled their Demon Race to this extent. Donghuang Taiyi could hardly bear it.

"Hmm?"

Yuanshi glanced at Donghuang Taiyi with contempt and disdain.

"What?"

"Do you want to fight me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuanshi casually waved a hand. A banner appeared in it—the Pangu Banner Hongjun had bestowed upon him in Zixiao Palace.

Boom! Boom!

The moment the Pangu Banner appeared, a force of primordial Chaos swept outward, instantly enveloping the entire Heavenly Court.

"What?"

Feeling that power, Dijun's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly looked toward Donghuang Taiyi.

Donghuang Taiyi was deeply displeased, but in the end, he withdrew his aura.

He knew that all three of the Three Pure Ones were Quasi-Saints, and each held a treasure bestowed by Ancestor Hongjun.

It would hardly be worth it to start a fight over something so trivial.

Besides, making enemies of the Three Pure Ones would be no good for the Demon Race.

If they went on to help the Witch Clan, the Demon Race would only suffer for it.

After all, Dijun had invited the Three Pure Ones to the Heavenly Court in the first place because he had hoped to recruit them.

He couldn't let things end with him sending powerful allies over to the Witch Clan instead.

Just then, Taishang slowly rose to his feet and smiled at Dijun.

"We appreciate the Heavenly Court's kind invitation."

As he spoke, Taishang glanced at Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Qin Mu.

Then he swept his wide sleeves and turned to leave, leading the way.

Yuanshi snorted and followed close behind him.

Tongtian shot a cold glance at Dijun and Taiyi. He couldn't even be bothered with a parting courtesy, and left with Qin Mu.

Watching them go, Qin Mu sighed inwardly.

It was clear that the Three Pure Ones hadn't shown Dijun and the others the slightest respect.

Respect had to be earned through strength.

Though Dijun was the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Race, he still wasn't important enough for the Three Pure Ones to show him any respect.

After a brief pause, Qin Mu thought no more of it and hurried after the Three Pure Ones.

Once Qin Mu and the Three Pure Ones had left,

the atmosphere in Lingxiao Palace grew tense.

"Grr..."

Donghuang Taiyi gritted his teeth in fury and shouted:

"Damn it!"

"Elder Brother, the Three Pure Ones have gone too far. They really don't take our Demon Race seriously at all!"

Earlier in the hall, Yuanshi had shown the Demon Race no respect whatsoever, even calling them feathered, horned creatures born of dampness or hatched from eggs.

Donghuang Taiyi was so furious that he had nearly lost control and attacked.

Dijun's face was dark. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles nearly white, and rage surged through his chest.

Huff, huff!

But in the end, Dijun took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his anger.

He knew all too well that the Demon Race, as it stood, couldn't afford to provoke Quasi-Saints like the Three Pure Ones.

Moreover, during his third lecture in Zixiao Palace, Ancestor Hongjun had explicitly said that the Three Pure Ones would all reach the level of Saints one day.

"Forget it."

"Let them go."

"Some things can't be forced."

After thinking this over, Dijun turned his gaze to Nuwa and Fuxi, who were seated in the hall.

"Daoist Nuwa, Daoist Fuxi."

"What do you two think?"

Dijun's voice softened, and his eyes held a note of hopeful expectation.

The Three Pure Ones had looked down on the Demon Race and left in anger.

But Fuxi and Nuwa were closely connected to the Demon Race.

Both had human heads and serpent bodies and were innate divine beings. In a sense, the siblings were members of the Demon Race already.

At Dijun's question, Nuwa remained composed and didn't answer right away. She glanced at her elder brother, Fuxi.

It was clear she wanted to know what he thought.

Fuxi smiled faintly and appeared to be pondering the matter.

Dijun could tell that if Fuxi agreed, Nuwa would follow her elder brother's decision.

"Daoist Fuxi."

Dijun looked at Fuxi with sincere earnestness, then continued:

"The current tide of the Primordial World is clear: the Witch and Demon Clans are locked in conflict, while East King Duke's Immortal Court watches us with hostile intent."

"Though the Demon Race is powerful, we still need a great mind to guide us."

"You are a master of divination and can glimpse the secrets of Heaven. If you join the Demon Race, you'll surely help us secure dominion over the Primordial World!"

Fuxi listened, narrowing his eyes as he continued to think.

He cultivated the path of the Innate Eight Trigrams and had long since divined that calamity would engulf the Primordial World, and that the conflict between the Witch and Demon Clans would be difficult to resolve peacefully.

Still, Dijun had a point.

If the Demon Race truly managed to rule the Primordial World, perhaps it could lessen the bloodshed.

After pondering for a long while, a look of resolve flashed through Fuxi's eyes. He nodded.

"In that case, Fuxi is willing to lend the Demon Race his aid."

Seeing Fuxi agree, Dijun was overjoyed and hurriedly looked toward Nuwa.

Nuwa hadn't wanted to get involved in the affairs of the Witch and Demon Clans. But seeing her elder brother Fuxi agree, and hearing the earnestness in Dijun's words, she couldn't help sighing softly.

"Very well. Nuwa is willing to join the Demon Race."

"Hahaha!"

"Excellent! Excellent!"

Dijun was ecstatic.

Though he hadn't managed to recruit the Three Pure Ones into the Demon Race's ranks, winning over Fuxi and Nuwa was still a considerable gain.

After all, Nuwa had received a treasure from Hongjun in Zixiao Palace, along with the Primordial Violet Qi that served as the Foundation of the Great Dao.

She was destined to become a Saint!

If the Demon Race had a Saint to protect it in the future, how could it fail to prosper?

Soon, Dijun issued the Heavenly Emperor's decree.

From that day onward, Fuxi would be the Demon Race's Xi Huang, and Nuwa its Wa Huang.

With Fuxi and Nuwa joining them, the Fortune of the Demon Race Heavenly Court also increased.