Face Needs Strength to Earn! Xi Huang, Wa Huang!

Just as Qin Mu had guessed.

After Dijun rose, he spoke with a sincere expression:

"Fellow Daoists of the Three Pure Ones, the Primordial World is in chaos now."

"The Witch Clan is overbearing, and East King Duke even claims to be the orthodox Immortal Court, provoking us repeatedly."

"Our Demon Race wishes to rule the Primordial World and truly needs the help of great experts like you. Would you be willing to join us and create a grand enterprise together?"

As Dijun's words fell, the hall fell into silence.

Qin Mu heard this and felt somewhat amused, sighing inwardly:

"What was Dijun thinking?"

"He actually came to recruit the Three Pure Ones?"

"What are the Three Pure Ones? Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, born with pride—how could they willingly bow to others?"

Beyond that, Qin Mu also knew.

Among the Three Pure Ones, Yuanshi looked down the most on the Demon Race, calling them "beasts with fur and horns, born from moisture and eggs."

Wasn't Dijun trying to recruit the Three Pure Ones just asking for humiliation?

Sure enough, just as Qin Mu had thought.

Before Taishang or Tongtian could respond, Yuanshi let out a sneer and said coldly:

"Heh."

"Beasts draped in fur and armor—are they fit to be mentioned in the same breath as us Three Pure Ones?"

As he spoke, Yuanshi's tone was indifferent and mocking, his cold eyes like lightning fixed straight on Dijun.

His expression showed no intention of saving Dijun's face at all.

"Yuanshi, you..."

Donghuang Taiyi heard this and flew into a rage.

"Boom!"

The next moment, strands of Solar True Fire erupted from his body, and a terrifying aura spread.

His temper was not as good as Dijun's.

Yuanshi belittling their Demon Race like this was something Donghuang Taiyi could not tolerate.

"Oh?"

Yuanshi glanced at Donghuang Taiyi with contempt and disdain.

"What?"

"Want to fight me?"

As his words faded, Yuanshi lightly waved his hand, and a banner appeared in his palm.

Wasn't it the Pangu Banner that Ancestor Hongjun had granted him at Zixiao Palace?

"Boom! Boom!"

As the Pangu Banner emerged, a primordial chaotic might instantly spread, directly enveloping the entire Heavenly Court.

"This?"

Feeling this power, Dijun's expression changed drastically, and he quickly glanced at Donghuang Taiyi.

Seeing this, Donghuang Taiyi was full of displeasure, but in the end, he withdrew his own aura.

He understood that the Three Pure Ones were all at the Quasi-Saint level, and each held treasures granted by Ancestor Hongjun.

To come to blows over such a small matter would hardly be worth it.

Moreover, if they fell out with the Three Pure Ones, it would not be good for the Demon Race.

If the Three Pure Ones then went to help the Witch Clan, the loss would outweigh the gain.

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

They must not end up sending a powerful ally to the Witch Clan instead.

Just then, Taishang slowly rose and smiled at Dijun:

"The Heavenly Court's hospitality is appreciated. We Three Pure Ones understand your intent!"

As he spoke, Taishang's gaze shifted, glancing at Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Qin Mu.

Then, with a sweep of his sleeve, he turned and left first.

Yuanshi saw this, snorted coldly, and followed Taishang's steps.

Tongtian gave Dijun and Taiyi a cold glare, too lazy to even exchange pleasantries, and left with Qin Mu.

Qin Mu watched and sighed inwardly.

He could clearly see that the Three Pure Ones had shown Dijun and the others no face at all.

"Face? That's something you have to earn with strength."

"This Dijun may be the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Race, but in the eyes of the Three Pure Ones, he's not qualified enough to warrant them giving him that face!"

After a brief pause, Qin Mu didn't dwell on it and quickly chased after the Three Pure Ones.

By the time Qin Mu had left with the Three Pure Ones.

The atmosphere in Lingxiao Palace instantly grew heavy.

"Kkh..."

Donghuang Taiyi ground his teeth in rage, unable to hold back a furious shout:

"How infuriating!"

"Elder Brother, aren't these Three Pure Ones going too far in disregarding our Demon Race?"

Earlier in the hall, Yuanshi had shown no respect for the Demon Race, even going so far as to call them creatures born with fur, horns, wet births, and egg-layers.

This had enraged Donghuang Taiyi to no small degree, nearly driving him to strike out.

Dijun's face was dark and tight, his hands clenched into fists, the knuckles whitening, while fury churned in his chest.

"Huff, huff!"

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

He knew full well that the Demon Race, as they stood now, simply couldn't afford to provoke Quasi-Saints like the Three Pure Ones.

Moreover, Ancestor Hongjun, during his third sermon at Zixiao Palace, had made it clear that the Three Pure Ones would all become Saints in the future.

"Enough."

"Let them go."

"Some things can't be forced."

Thinking it over, Dijun shifted his gaze to Nuwa and Fuxi seated within the hall.

"Daoist Nuwa, Daoist Fuxi."

"I wonder... what do the two of you think?"

As he spoke, Dijun's tone softened somewhat, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

The Three Pure Ones looked down on their Demon Race and had stormed off in anger.

But Fuxi and Nuwa, brother and sister, shared deep ties with the Demon Race.

Both had human heads and serpent bodies, primordial great gods, and in a sense, the siblings were originally of the Demon Race themselves.

Hearing Dijun's question, Nuwa remained calm and didn't answer immediately, instead glancing at her elder brother Fuxi.

Her expression clearly showed she was deferring to Fuxi's opinion.

Fuxi smiled faintly, putting on an air of thoughtful deliberation.

Dijun could see that if Fuxi nodded in agreement, Nuwa would follow her brother's lead.

"Daoist Fuxi."

Dijun looked at Fuxi with earnest sincerity, then said:

"Now, in the grand trends of the Primordial World, the Witch-Demon conflict rages, and East King Duke's Immortal Court watches with a covetous eye."

"The Demon Race may be strong, but it still needs the guidance of a great sage."

"Daoist, you are skilled in the art of divination, able to peer into the secrets of heaven. If you were to join the Demon Race, you would surely help us secure the Primordial World!"

Fuxi listened, squinting slightly, still deep in thought.

He cultivated the Way of the Innate Eight Trigrams and had long divined that calamitous energies would surge in the Primordial World's future, with the Witch-Demon conflict unlikely to end well.

But what Dijun said wasn't without merit.

If the Demon Race truly could unify the Primordial World, perhaps it might reduce some bloodshed.

After pondering for a long while, a glint of resolve flashed in Fuxi's eyes, and he nodded:

"In that case, Fuxi is willing to lend the Demon Race a hand."

Seeing Fuxi agree, Dijun was overjoyed and quickly turned to look at Nuwa.

Nuwa had originally been reluctant to meddle in the Witch-Demon affairs, but seeing her elder brother Fuxi consent, and with Dijun's earnest pleas, she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh:

"Very well, Nuwa shall join the Demon Race."

"Haha!!"

"Good! Good!"

Dijun's heart surged with wild joy.

Though he had failed to recruit the Three Pure Ones into the Demon Race's camp, securing the sibling pair of Fuxi and Nuwa was no small gain.

After all, Nuwa had received a treasure bestowed by Hongjun at Zixiao Palace, and he had also granted her the Primordial Violet Qi, the foundation of the Great Way.

She was destined to become a Saint in the future!

With a Saint to sit at the helm of the Demon Race, how could its prosperity ever be in doubt?

Soon, Dijun issued the Heavenly Emperor's decree.

From that day forth, Fuxi would be the Xi Huang of the Demon Race, and Nuwa the Wa Huang.

And the fortune of the Demon Race's Heavenly Court rose somewhat with the addition of Fuxi and Nuwa.