Di Jun's face turned ugly. In the Heavenly Court, his aura suddenly erupted.
"Houtu, just you wait. Sooner or later, my Demon Race will trample your Witch Race into the ground."
After saying that, he began breathing heavily.
Honestly, his emotions were in turmoil. He should've skipped all that pointless buildup and answered right away.
Then he wouldn't have lost the duck that was already in his grasp.
Though ten million years of cultivation and ten Innate Spiritual Treasures were nothing much to him in his current situation,
he'd set his sights on those 3,000,000 merit points. In this already-divided Hongmeng World, gaining that many merit points was incredibly difficult.
He had no idea how many years it would take to accumulate that much.
Even ten times ten million years of cultivation couldn't compare to so many merit points.
That was what Di Jun valued most.
At the same time, Di Jun's expression grew grave. Houtu had answered correctly, so she had surely received a reward.
With her strength greatly increased, their Demon Race might suffer a crushing defeat.
No wonder their Demon Race had lost the first Witch-Demon War.
Just then, Eastern Emperor Taiyi returned from his travels.
He'd gone out for a walk merely to find somewhere to vent his frustration and blow off some steam.
More importantly, halfway through venting, he'd suddenly remembered there was still a question.
So he hurried back.
"What's wrong? Why the long face? Did you miss out on a bunch of treasures? Or did I answer wrong and lose a few million years of cultivation?"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi wore a gleeful grin.
He'd just been kicked out of the Chat Group, and now he saw his friend Di Jun looking like this.
"You still have the nerve to ask? Both questions we missed out on had something to do with you."
Di Jun glowered at the Eastern Emperor.
"What do you mean?"
A moment later, another roar rang out across the vast Heavenly Court.
It was Eastern Emperor Taiyi's fury.
Because it really had been about him—and the question had concerned a piece of history he knew well.
It had appeared right after he'd been kicked out of the Chat Group. What a twist of fate.
Wasn't this just fate playing a cruel joke on him?
Or was the group owner deliberately targeting him?
"Enough. Stop yelling and think about what we should do about the Witch-Demon War. And the third question might have something to do with you too."
With that, Di Jun ignored the Eastern Emperor and continued checking the Chat Group.
[Correct answer. Reward has been issued.]
Qin Feng looked at the reward for the correct answer and breathed a sigh of relief.
The next moment, a look of delight spread across his face.
Two people had now received rewards in a row, which meant he could get double those rewards.
Hong Yun had changed the reward, but that didn't mean Qin Feng's reward would change too.
"I'm rich! I'm rich! This time, I'm definitely getting my cultivation up to Grand Unity Golden Immortal."
Qin Feng's eyes sparkled with the light of coins.
He didn't even care what was happening in the group. What could possibly compare to all these treasures?
And whenever someone else answered correctly, his rewards were doubled!
[Please prepare. The third question is a timed buzzer question. If no one answers within the allotted time, one lucky contestant will be selected at random.]
[Question three: Where did the first Witch-Demon War take place?]
The people, who had just been eager to try and had even taken out their treasures, froze on the spot.
Some even felt like cursing.
The first Witch-Demon War hadn't happened yet. How were they supposed to know where it would take place?
If they really had to guess, this question once again had a lot to do with the Witch and Demon Races.
So everyone turned their attention to Di Jun and Houtu once more.
"Have you noticed that all the questions so far have been about the two races? Could it mean a war between them is about to break out?"
Tongtian's voice rang out, full of schadenfreude.
"I think so too, but today's questions don't seem to have anything to do with us. What a shame."
Jieyin sighed as well.
[Countdown: 3:59, 58, 57...]
Watching the time slowly tick away, everyone grew anxious.
They had only four minutes. If no one answered, someone would be chosen at random.
And if that person got it wrong, there'd be a penalty.
Who'd be willing to stick their neck out?
"Would you two stop staying silent? This concerns your Witch and Demon Races. Please don't drag the rest of us into it. We're innocent."
Kunpeng, who'd been furious and silent until now, finally spoke up.
He'd suddenly thought of Zhunti, who'd been kicked out of the Chat Group earlier.
If one of them was selected at random and got the answer wrong, what if they were kicked out too?
That would be a real problem.
Hearing Kunpeng say this,
even Nuwa, who usually got along well with Houtu, couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
If they were really kicked out of the Chat Group, how would that be any different from having their livelihood taken away?
"Exactly. You two, stop staying silent. I'd hoped to get some kind of reward, but it seems there's no chance now."
Zhen Yuanzi, newly added to the Chat Group, saw how serious everyone sounded and seemed to understand just how frightening it was to answer incorrectly.
The group members all began urging them on.
"Urge, urge, urge—what are you trying to do, hurry me to my death? If I knew where the war would take place, wouldn't I already be making preparations?"
"You all look like you're in a hurry to get yourselves buried."
Di Jun finally couldn't hold back and roared.
A red glint even flashed in his eyes.
He wanted to kill someone right now!
The Eastern Emperor hadn't been there for the first question—that was one thing. But the second question had still been about him.
Di Jun had even known the answer, yet someone else had buzzed in first. The duck in his grasp had flown away.
And now the third question involved the location of the Witch-Demon War.
How could anyone possibly know that?
Di Jun felt like the frustration he'd suffered today exceeded what he'd normally endure over several Kalpas.
[Time's up. A contestant will now be selected at random to answer.]
Golden light flashed, then quickly settled on one of the ten names.
The moment they saw the name, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Everyone except Zhen Yuanzi, whose face fell.
That's right—he was the one who'd been selected this time.
Zhen Yuanzi, known as the Great Immortal of Ginseng Fruit.
"Is my luck really this bad right after joining? Forget it, forget it. I'll accept my fate. The Witch and Demon Races are far apart, so I'll guess somewhere between them."
[Incorrect answer. Ten Ginseng Fruits that have yet to ripen will be deducted. The next harvest will yield only twenty Ginseng Fruits; normal production will resume the time after that.]
As soon as Zhen Yuanzi finished answering, the penalty followed.
Everyone except those from the Witch and Demon Races held back laughter.
This was a bolt from the blue, and it had taken away Zhen Yuanzi's most precious possession.
Ten Ginseng Fruits!
How many resources could he get in exchange for those?
Zhen Yuanzi was devastated.
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