He Didn't Cry!

The situation left Di Xin no time to think. The blue light from that treasure grew brighter and brighter, then spread out in all directions in an instant.

Zhao Gongming, Yunxiao, Qiong Xiao, Yang Jian, the Nine Heavens Profound Maiden, and the Nine Nether Pure Maiden all seemed wary of the treasure. As the blue light spread, they flashed away from the area one after another.

Hu Ximei, who was not far away, also hurried to cast Magic Power and follow after them.

The blue light spread, covering an area within ten zhang.

Di Xin vaguely saw a figure in the crowd suddenly leap into the air. Then a force contained in the blue light, one he could not resist, swept him toward the golden miniature incense burner.

Gun Juan, who was beside him, was swept toward the burner as well.

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

It was more than ten zhang across, and everything around him was a hazy blue. The people from Chaoge who had been within ten zhang of the burner were here with him.

Gun Juan happened to be right beside him.

"Di Xin, are we going to die? Are we going to be reduced to ashes? If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have come back to find you. I was still hoping to cling to you and enjoy a life of wealth and honor! You tyrant, you bringer of bad luck, you bastard! I let you sleep with me for nothing! Waaaaah..."

A chorus of wails erupted all around them. Gun Juan had also become hysterical, raging at Di Xin and even calling him by name instead of addressing him as Great King.

Everyone had heard Lady Bixiao say that she would reduce them all to ashes. That way, the missing treasure would naturally reveal itself.

Faced with the fear of death, people reverted to their most basic instincts.

That was right. They were all about to die. What did Gun Juan have left to fear?

Her heart was filled with boundless regret, and she blurted out every vicious thing that came to mind.

Di Xin merely watched the little palace maid beside him with cold eyes, a mocking smile playing at his lips.

Now, let us return to the instant Di Xin was sucked into the miniature incense burner.

He hadn't seen wrong. Someone in the crowd had indeed leaped away, escaping the hazy blue light.

She was a young woman with a seductive appearance, and she was far faster than an ordinary mortal.

But although she was fast, Lady Qiongxiao was faster. Lady Qiongxiao flashed after her, caught her with one hand, and brought her back before the others.

"Immortals, this is my younger sister. Although she has cultivated into a demon, she is no thief. Please judge her fairly."

Seeing the woman captured, Hu Ximei's expression changed drastically. She hurried over to plead on the seductive woman's behalf.

Little demons had low status, and they addressed those of the Daoist Sect as "immortals."

Of course, powerful demons were another matter.

In any world, the strong were revered and the weak were prey.

Hearing this, Yang Jian pondered briefly, then transformed back into his true form. A beam of white light shot from the third eye on his forehead and struck the seductive woman.

Then he gave Lady Qiongxiao a slight nod. "That's right. She's a Nine-headed Pheasant Demon."

Lady Qiongxiao nodded in reply, then looked at the seductive woman. "Take out everything you have on you."

The seductive woman knew this was her only way to prove her innocence. She didn't dare object, and immediately searched herself from head to toe, taking out a few little odds and ends.

They were nothing but money, women's belongings, and a small knife.

Lady Qiongxiao examined everything carefully, then searched the woman thoroughly. Only after finding nothing did she frown and ask, "If you had nothing to do with the theft, why did you flee in such a panic?"

The seductive woman grimaced. "The immortals were going to refine us all. If I didn't run, was I supposed to stay here and wait to die?"

Lady Qiongxiao gave a slight nod and paid the woman no further attention. Instead, she looked at Hu Ximei. "Your turn. To prove your innocence, you'll have to be searched too."

Hu Ximei knew how formidable these people of the Daoist Sect were and didn't dare resist. She followed the Nine-headed Pheasant Demon's example, took out everything she had, and let Lady Qiongxiao search her thoroughly.

Naturally, there was nothing incriminating on her.

"Now that we've cleared our names, may my sister and I leave?"

After proving her innocence, Hu Ximei asked tentatively.

Before the Three Ladies of the Auspicious Clouds could answer, the Nine Nether Pure Maiden nodded from the side. "Today, we're only looking for the treasure. This has nothing to do with anything else. You're free to go."

"Many thanks, immortals!"

Since someone had given them permission, Hu Ximei didn't wait for anyone else's opinion. She pulled the Nine-headed Pheasant Demon along, thanked them, and hurried away.

Zhao Gongming and the others didn't stop them.

The Three Ladies of the Auspicious Clouds and Zhao Gongming were all disciples of the Interception Sect, whose teachings welcomed all without discrimination. Many of their fellow disciples had originally been demons, but later shed their demonic forms and joined the Daoist Sect.

Those so-called demons were merely different beings who absorbed the essence of the sun and moon and cultivated over many long years, hoping to attain the right path.

Though demons varied in character, with some good and some bad, the same was true of the Daoist Sect.

Therefore, the Interception Sect's disciples didn't discriminate against demons.

Yang Jian was from the Chan Sect. Although it was not as open-minded as the Interception Sect, he had no particular dislike of demons either, so he didn't speak up to stop them.

After all, he was only looking for Sky-Howling Dog. He couldn't be bothered with matters unrelated to that.

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

Once the two demons had gone some distance away, the Nine Heavens Profound Maiden looked at Lady Bixiao.

At her words, Lady Bixiao sent a burst of Magic Power into the miniature incense burner in her hand. Its blue light blazed once more, and then a sheet of blue light shot from its mouth.

Hundreds of people who had been sucked inside tumbled out through the blue light, then slowly descended to the ground.

Most of them were in a sorry state, tumbling onto the street. Di Xin and Gun Juan were among them.

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

"I'm still alive!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly burst into cheers. The place descended into chaos as people struggled to their feet.

Some wept with joy. Others came to their senses after wailing loudly, took in what was happening, then fell to their knees and kowtowed to Lady Bixiao and the others, begging for mercy.

The scene was in complete disarray.

At that moment, Lady Bixiao looked at them and asked, "Did any of you see someone use Magic Power just now, try to break through space, or fly? Or did anyone notice someone behaving differently from ordinary people? Tell us, and you can leave!"

At her words, the crowd looked at one another and thought it over carefully. It seemed no one had flown, tried to break through space, or acted any differently from the others.

"No one? Are you sure there was no one?"

Lady Bixiao's brows knitted tighter and tighter, and her voice grew increasingly oppressive.

"He... he was different from ordinary people!"

A young man scanned the crowd. When his gaze landed on Di Xin, he suddenly pointed at him and said.

Everyone immediately turned their eyes toward Di Xin.

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

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