Di Jun and Tai Yi wore grim expressions.
They looked at Li Mo without the slightest hint of delight.
Li Mo glanced at their faces and felt a jolt of alarm.
[Jun Ge, why's your face so dark? Why are you looking at me like that? I was telling the truth! Before Hong Jun became a Saint, you weren't his match either. Now, even if the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces to fight Hong Jun, they'd still get their asses kicked.]
Di Jun's expression darkened further.
How could he be happy after being called so useless?
But he had been the one to ask Li Mo to speak, so he could only put up with it.
He waved a hand and said to everyone, "It's fine! Li Mo is right. We truly aren't Hong Jun's match. If he has any other plans for us, my brother and I can only await our deaths."
At this, everyone drew in a sharp breath.
Hardly anyone present had even heard of Hong Jun.
They had never imagined he could be so powerful. Even the two Great Unity Golden Immortals in the late stage, the Golden Crows and Pangu's Orthodox Lineage in their eyes, had admitted they were no match for Hong Jun.
Li Mo had actually been right.
For a moment, Shang Yang merely glanced at Li Mo and said nothing more.
He had been shown up by Bai Ze's disciple, and naturally felt extremely displeased.
[If that's the case, what are we waiting for? We should hurry to the Purplecloud Palace and grab a spot! If you can get a seat in the front row, you might have a chance at becoming a saint.]
Li Mo grumbled inwardly.
Becoming a Saint?
Di Jun looked up slightly at Li Mo, as if struck by lightning.
A Saint—that was the realm this so-called Hong Jun had only just reached.
And Li Mo's words suggested that Becoming a Saint had something to do with six seats?
How could Di Jun not be stirred?
Beside him, Tai Yi saw Di Jun's body visibly tremble and couldn't help furrowing his brow.
What was wrong with his elder brother? He had never lost his composure like this before!
[The six destined Saints are the Three Pure Ones, Zhunti, Jieyin, and Nuwa. Even if you two manage to seize seats, you'll probably be dragged back down. Hong Jun likely won't give you a chance to claim a Saint's position.]
What?
Di Jun was deeply shaken.
No chance? If that was true, how could he unify the Primordial World and become its ruler?
Strength! Strength was incredibly important.
Still, he suppressed the excitement in his heart.
What Li Mo thought was only what Li Mo thought.
Perhaps things weren't really like that. He would have to verify whether it was true.
There was no time to waste!
Di Jun rose to his feet and said, "All right, today's meeting ends here. Bai Ze and Li Mo, stay behind. The rest of you, remain here to guard the Sun Star."
At that, the Sun God Technique hall soon became completely empty.
Bai Ze beamed as he looked at his disciple.
"Hahaha! It seems asking Li Mo to speak was the best decision I've ever made."
"Not only did Lord Di Jun not blame him, he even thinks highly of him."
"I have to admit, this has even made me jealous."
"I wonder why Lord Di Jun wants us to stay."
"Bai Ze, Li Mo, I intend to take you both to the Purplecloud Palace. We'll set out at once." Di Jun stood with his hands behind his back as he spoke to them.
At this, Tai Yi, standing beside him, was also surprised.
He was taking them along too?
[Dammit! Why are you taking us? I don't want to go! If you think I've done well, why not give me a pile of Heaven's Materials and Earthly Treasures instead? What do you want me to go for? I just want to keep a low profile! Showing off feels great for a moment, then you're screwed afterward. I shouldn't have said anything.]
Li Mo was vexed. He was such a dazzling figure—how could he keep a low profile at the Purplecloud Palace?
"What? You're taking us?" Bai Ze was also rather surprised.
He was thrilled. He glanced at his disciple and sent him a voice transmission. "Disciple, it seems you're benefiting from your master's good fortune this time. I'm resourceful and skilled at divination, so Lord Di Jun wants to take me along. Naturally, he's bringing you too."
"But, Master, I don't want to go!" Li Mo sent back.
But before Bai Ze could enjoy the moment,
Di Jun's next words made him lose nearly all face in front of his disciple.
"What? You don't want to go? In that case, I'll just take Li Mo. It makes no difference whether you come or not," Di Jun said.
At this, Bai Ze stood frozen.
He stared blankly at Di Jun, utterly confused.
Why? Why didn't it matter whether he came or not?
What a joke! Wasn't he the one Di Jun had wanted to bring along?
And now he was someone optional? His disciple was the one Di Jun actually wanted.
Bai Ze had never imagined he could one day be this jealous of his own disciple.
Clearly, Li Mo had earned Di Jun's great admiration.
Wipe away the tears; don't cry. Li Mo was his disciple, so he had reason to be proud.
If he wasn't going, then so be it.
"Lord Di Jun, my master and I are used to being together. I'm afraid something might happen if he's away," Li Mo hurriedly said.
[What can I do? My master has a face that promises good fortune, while you brothers have faces that promise doom. If something goes wrong, won't I be done for if I'm with you? I've only got a baseline level of cultivation.]
Di Jun nearly spat up a mouthful of blood.
He had actually been called a man with a face that promised doom?
He almost couldn't resist crushing Li Mo to death on the spot.
But Di Jun held back and said to Li Mo, "Very well, then we'll go together. You and your master are our followers, so my brother and I will naturally keep you safe. There's no need to worry."
Li Mo let out a breath.
[At least you've got a bit of a conscience. Otherwise, I wouldn't go even if you beat me to death.]
Bai Ze, meanwhile, felt rather dejected.
He hadn't expected that this time, instead of his disciple benefiting from his good fortune, he'd be the one benefiting from his disciple.
"Let's go!"
Di Jun nodded at Tai Yi.
Then the two of them swept up Li Mo and Bai Ze and left the Sun God Palace.
Two streaks of light flashed past. Outside the Sun Star, millions of living beings witnessed the scene.
Someone said, "That's Bai Ze and his disciple, Li Mo. The two lords are heading to the Purplecloud Palace—and they're taking them along?"
"Why aren't they taking me?"
Shang Yang, who was at the head of the group, clenched his fists, consumed by jealousy.
He had followed the Di Jun brothers longer than Bai Ze had.
Yet Bai Ze had been taken to the Purplecloud Palace, and today his disciple had thoroughly humiliated him.
Shang Yang was also deeply afraid Bai Ze would take the position of military adviser from him one day.
Di Jun's plan to establish the Demon Race was no secret.
Once the Demon Race was established, there would be more than a million demon soldiers. Unless something unexpected happened, the military adviser would hold the highest position beneath Di Jun and Tai Yi. If Shang Yang wanted that position, he would have to match Bai Ze in some regard.
"Dang Kang!" Shang Yang called.
"I'm here!" replied a being with two thick tusks and brown fur as stiff as steel needles.
"When Li Mo returns, find an excuse to throw him in prison."
"Yes!"
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