Di Jiang Arrives, Turning Enemies into Friends?

Sha Qi bloomed like a lotus, instantly flooding the heavens and earth before exploding!

Even with the mighty blood vitality of Zhu Jiuyin's Ancestor Witch True Body, he was still forced back several hundred li!

The remaining Ancestor Witches were left dumbstruck!

At the sight, Gong Gong's fury surged to the heavens. With a low shout, his body swelled enormously as well. Taking on his Ancestor Witch True Body, he charged straight at Ye Jun like a mountain.

Ye Jun's sword-like brows rose. He spun the God-Slaying Spear in his hand into a Spear Flower and thrust once more at Gong Gong!

As the saying went, when the spear moved, it was like a dragon; Sha Qi swept in all directions!

Even with Gong Gong's cultivation and blood vitality, he felt as though his chest were a storm-tossed sea, with more than a dozen strands of Sha Qi coursing through his body.

Gong Gong immediately dared not circulate his cultivation technique any further and hurriedly used his blood vitality to counteract the effects of the Sha Qi.

Seeing this, Ju Mang and the other Ancestor Witches were about to transform into their Ancestor Witch True Bodies when thunder suddenly erupted across the nine heavens!

"Stop!"

A familiar voice rang in the ears of every Ancestor Witch. Zhu Jiuyin and the others immediately grew much more respectful.

Then, a middle-aged man appeared in Ye Jun's field of vision. Wings sprouted from the man's back, and he was so fast that even Ye Jun had not seen when he appeared.

With that, along with the reactions of the Ancestor Witches around him, this man's identity needed no further explanation.

The foremost of the Twelve Ancestor Witches—Di Jiang!

Di Jiang flashed over to Zhu Rong's side. Seeing Zhu Rong's injuries, he could not help but snort coldly before saying, "I told you long ago not to offend people carelessly, but you never listened. Well, are you satisfied now?"

Zhu Rong, being reprimanded by Di Jiang, was unusually subdued. Not only did he not talk back, he wore a helpless expression.

Ye Jun clicked his tongue. This really opened his eyes. It seemed Di Jiang's status within the Witch Clan was only higher than he had imagined, not lower!

Otherwise, he would not have been able to render a hot-tempered fellow like Zhu Rong so silent.

Only after confirming Zhu Rong's injuries did Di Jiang turn to look at Ye Jun.

With just that one glance, Ye Jun felt the space around him stagnate slightly, and he could not help but regard Di Jiang more highly.

So this was the Ancestor Witch of Space?

His control over the Space Laws was indeed far superior to that of someone like Ye Jun, who had come to it halfway through.

Thinking this, Ye Jun quickly cupped his hands and said, "So it is Daoist Friend Di Jiang. Forgive my discourtesy!"

"Daoist Friend Ye Jun jests. Who in the Primordial World has not heard of Daoist Friend Ye Jun's great name? So long as no Sage emerges, Daoist Friend Ye Jun should be invincible!" Di Jiang said, cupping his hands in return.

Ye Jun's expression did not change, but his peripheral vision glanced toward Zhu Rong, who lay there wailing miserably, and then toward Zhu Jiuyin on the other side.

The meaning was perfectly clear. You say everyone knows my name, but doesn't your Witch Clan not know it?

And they had even come specifically to cause trouble for me!

Naturally, Ye Jun could not say such words aloud. He could only use his gaze to disgust this Ancestor Witch of Space a little.

How could an old fox like Di Jiang, who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, fail to see through it? He could only shoot Zhu Rong a look.

Di Jiang truly had not known that Zhu Rong had taken the initiative to provoke Ye Jun. He had been cultivating in his cave abode the entire time before this.

He had wished to break through his bottleneck, only to find, upon emerging from cultivation, that all Twelve Ancestor Witches had vanished!

Had Zhu Jiuyin and Gong Gong not successively taken on their Ancestor Witch True Bodies and given him a trail to follow, Ye Jun would likely have already begun a slaughter.

Di Jiang then took another step forward and slowly said, "Daoist Friend Ye Jun, this matter truly was a misunderstanding. I have long admired you."

Backing down?

Ye Jun raised a brow as well. He had thought Di Jiang had come to fight directly, but he had not expected him to take the initiative and yield.

"You flatter me, Daoist Friend," Ye Jun said slowly. As he spoke, he put away the God-Slaying Spear.

Di Jiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. Unless absolutely necessary, he truly did not wish to offend this god of slaughter.

He had heard no small amount about Ye Jun during this period. Even ruthless figures like the Three Pure Ones had been unable to gain the slightest advantage against this man, let alone them.

If he could avoid provoking him, he would.

Furthermore, Di Jiang—and indeed the entire Witch Clan—revered the strong.

As long as you could beat them into submission, nothing was a problem!

Even Zhu Jiuyin and the others merely felt unconvinced at most; they had absolutely no other thoughts. Zhu Rong, meanwhile, was now thoroughly convinced.

As for a fellow with such a fiery temper as Zhu Rong, Di Jiang could only silently endure it.

"My brothers truly acted too rashly today. I sincerely apologize. Daoist Friend Ye Jun, please do not take it to heart," Di Jiang said slowly.

Ye Jun naturally understood the principle that one did not strike a smiling face. Besides, Di Jiang had taken the initiative to yield, so there was no need for Ye Jun to make trouble for himself.

"Daoist Friend Di Jiang, you are too serious," Ye Jun said with a wave of his hand.

"Meeting is fate. Why not accompany me to the Witch Clan, Daoist Friend? It would also allow us to offer a little of our hospitality as hosts," Di Jiang asked tentatively.

The other Ancestor Witches all stared at Di Jiang in astonishment upon hearing this.

Zhu Jiuyin directly sent him a voice transmission. "Big Brother, seriously? If we bring this guy to our Witch Clan, won't he turn the place upside down?"

"No matter. I have my own considerations," Di Jiang replied.

Zhu Jiuyin was instantly left speechless. In his heart, he could only pray that this fellow would refuse; otherwise, inviting a god in was easy, but sending him away would be hard. Their Witch Clan could not withstand such a huge upheaval.

Zhu Rong, covered in injuries, instead stared at Ye Jun with blazing eyes. This time, he had lost to Ye Jun. If Ye Jun were to go to the Witch Clan—

Wouldn't that mean he would have another chance to fight him again?

If Zhu Jiuyin and the others knew of this battle-madman Zhu Rong's bizarre thoughts, they would probably pin him to the ground on the spot.

"Good. I have long yearned for the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains of the Witch Clan as well." Ye Jun clasped his fists as he spoke.

As for any notion of luring the sovereign into the urn, Ye Jun did not even need to consider it. Even if the Witch Clan truly harbored such thoughts, if he wanted to leave, no one would be able to stop him.

Having received Ye Jun's confirmation, Di Jiang's mood brightened considerably.

When Dao Ancestor Hongjun had Preached the Dao at Purple Cloud Palace last time, he had once said that the path of their Witch Clan lay with one person.

Yet there had been no conclusion as to who that person was. If they could gain something from Ye Jun, that would also be a good thing.

"Daoist Friend, please." Di Jiang spoke slowly.

Ye Jun nodded slowly, then swung himself directly onto Taotie's back. He patted Taotie's enormous head and said, "Little Seven, let's go. Today, I'll take you to admire the beautiful scenery of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains!"

Taotie wore an utterly unwilling expression, but what choice did he have?