He Didn't Cry!

The current situation did not allow Di Xin to think too much. The treasure's green light grew brighter and brighter, and then, in an instant, it spread outwards.

Zhao Gongming, Yun Xiao, Qiong Xiao, Yang Jian, Nine Heavens Profound Maiden, and Nine Nether Pure Maiden all seemed to be wary of this treasure. As the green light spread, they all flickered and instantly moved away from the area.

Hu Ximei, not far away, also dared not delay, casting her Magic Power to follow the others.

Immediately, the green light spread and covered an area within ten zhang.

Di Xin only vaguely saw a figure in the crowd suddenly fly up, and he was swept up by an irresistible force contained within the green light, flying towards the small golden miniature incense burner.

Guan Juan, who was beside him, also flew towards the incense burner.

In just an instant, he felt the colors around him change, and he found himself in another space.

This space was about ten zhang in size, and the surroundings were all a hazy green. Along with him in this strange space were the citizens of Chaoge who had been within ten zhang earlier.

Guan Juan happened to be right beside him.

"Di Xin, are we going to die? Are we going to turn to ash? If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have come back for you. I was thinking of clinging to your coattails and enjoying a lifetime of wealth and glory! You incompetent ruler, you jinx, you damned soul, I let you sleep with me for nothing, sob sob sob..."

A chorus of wails rose from the crowd. Guan Juan became hysterical, flying into a rage at Di Xin, even calling him by his name and not addressing him as Great King.

Everyone had heard what Lady Bixiao had said earlier, that she would refine them all into ashes, and then the lost treasure would naturally appear.

In the face of the fear of death, people become natural and primal.

Yes, they were all going to die, what was Guan Juan afraid of?

Her heart was filled with boundless regret, and she blurted out the most venomous words without thinking.

Di Xin merely looked coldly at the little palace maid beside him, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

Time rewound to the moment Di Xin was sucked into the miniature incense burner.

He had not misread it at the time; there was indeed a figure in the crowd who had flickered and escaped the shroud of the hazy green light.

It was a young woman with a seductive appearance, her speed far exceeding that of an ordinary mortal.

However, although she was fast enough, Lady Qiongxiao was even faster. With a flash of her body, she had caught up to the seductive woman and, with a casual grab, held her in her hand, returning to the crowd.

"Esteemed immortals, this is my sister. Although she has cultivated into a demon, she is not a thief. Please discern this clearly."

Seeing this woman captured, Hu Ximei's expression changed drastically, and she hurried over to plead for the seductive woman.

Low-ranking demons addressed those in the Daoist sects as "esteemed immortals."

Of course, powerful demons were another matter.

In any world, the strong preyed on the weak.

Hearing this, Yang Jian pondered for a moment, then transformed into his true form. The third vertical eye on his forehead shot out a beam of white light, striking the seductive woman.

He then nodded slightly to Lady Qiongxiao: "Indeed, she is a Nine-headed Pheasant Demon."

Lady Qiongxiao nodded in response and looked at the seductive woman: "Take out all your belongings."

The seductive woman knew this was the only way to prove her innocence. She did not dare to object and immediately searched herself, taking out a few small items.

It was just some money, personal belongings of a woman, and a small knife.

Lady Qiongxiao examined them carefully and searched her body again. Finding nothing, she frowned and asked, "Since you are not involved in stealing the treasure, why did you flee in panic?"

The seductive woman said with a distressed expression: "The esteemed immortals were going to refine us all. If I didn't run, should I stay here and wait for death?"

Lady Qiongxiao nodded slightly and ignored the woman, turning to Hu Ximei: "It's your turn. To prove your innocence, you must also be searched."

Hu Ximei knew the power of these Daoist practitioners and dared not resist. She could only follow the example of the Nine-headed Pheasant Demon, taking out all her belongings and allowing Lady Qiongxiao to search her thoroughly.

Naturally, there would be nothing illicit on her.

"Since the suspicion has been cleared, can my sister and I leave?"

After proving her innocence, Hu Ximei asked tentatively.

Before the three ladies of Xiao could speak, Nine Nether Pure Maiden nodded from the side: "Today, we are only pursuing the treasure, and nothing else is relevant. You are free to go!"

"Thank you, esteemed immortals!"

Since someone had spoken, Hu Ximei did not wait for others' opinions. She pulled the Nine-headed Pheasant Demon, thanked them, and left in a hurry.

Zhao Gongming and the others did not stop them.

The three ladies of Xiao and Zhao Gongming were all disciples of the Jie Sect. The Jie Sect believed in teaching all beings without discrimination. Many of their fellow disciples were originally demons who later shed their demonic forms and entered the Daoist path.

Those so-called demons were merely beings who absorbed the essence of the sun and moon and cultivated over long periods to achieve enlightenment.

Although there were good and bad among demons, were there not also good and bad among Daoist practitioners?

Therefore, those in the Jie Sect did not reject demons.

Yang Jian, who came from the Chan Sect, although not as open-minded as the Jie Sect, did not have much aversion to demons and did not speak to stop them.

After all, what he was pursuing was the whereabouts of the Sky-Howling Dog, and he was too lazy to bother with unrelated matters.

"Lady Bixiao, can you release the people inside the Primordial Gold Dou now?"

After the two demons had gone far away, Nine Heavens Profound Maiden looked at Lady Bixiao.

Upon hearing this, Lady Bixiao channeled Magic Power into the miniature incense burner in her hand. The incense burner's green light flared again, and then a beam of green light shot out from its opening.

Hundreds of people, sucked into the green light, were thrown out chaotically, finally landing slowly on the ground.

Most of those people were in a sorry state, falling onto the street in disarray. Di Xin and Gun Juan were among them.

"Ah... I'm not dead!"

"I'm still alive!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd burst into cheers. It was a mess, with some people supporting themselves to get up.

Some were weeping with joy, while others, snapping out of their wails, saw the situation before them and fell to their knees, begging Lady Bixiao and the others for mercy.

The scene descended into chaos.

At this moment, Lady Bixiao looked at everyone and asked, "Did any of you see someone using Magic Power just now, attempting to break through space, or capable of flying, or anything different from ordinary people? Speak up, and you can leave!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd looked at each other, recalling carefully. It seemed no one had flown, nor had anyone attempted to break through space. No one seemed to have acted differently from the others either.

"Nothing? Really nothing?"

Lady Bixiao's brow furrowed tighter and tighter, her voice gradually filled with pressure.

"He... he's different from ordinary people!"

A young man, looking through the crowd, suddenly pointed at Di Xin and said.

Everyone's gaze immediately focused on Di Xin.

Lady Bixiao glanced at Di Xin and asked the young man, "How is he different from ordinary people?"

The young man looked at Di Xin and said, "Everyone else was crying and shouting, but he didn't!"