Why am I Nanliang? Demon Master Kunpeng, heart stops!

The sky above the East Sea shore was filled with a sky-obscuring, sun-blocking demonic aura.

Daoist Ci Hang's expression was grave, his usually gentle eyes now carrying a hint of seriousness as he said in a deep voice.

"What a coincidence, running into the Demon Race attacking the Human Race right as I arrive."

"This condensed, tangible demonic aura, seeking to devour the heavens and earth, must be the arrival of a top-tier expert at the Quasi-Saint level."

Cihang's demeanor as he earnestly analyzed the situation, coupled with his fair and handsome face, truly possessed the transcendent aura of a Chan Sect Golden Immortal.

Coincidentally, Zhao Gongming saw this and a mischievous thought sprouted in his heart.

He slowly approached, staring intently at Cihang's profile, and clicked his tongue twice.

"Senior Brother, I must say, you look quite delicate and moving when you're this serious. Quite the looker!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cihang's serious expression couldn't hold any longer, and he immediately brandished his saber.

At the same time, he instinctively covered his backside with both hands, staring vigilantly at Zhao Gongming with eyes full of terror.

"Junior Brother, what do you want?!"

"I'm warning you, don't do anything foolish!"

"You're still young, don't go down the wrong path!"

"This is a crime, it goes against the rules of the Sages!"

Seeing Cihang's defensive posture, like he was guarding against a thief, Zhao Gongming rolled his eyes and chuckled inwardly.

This senior brother has developed a psychological scar.

Grand Master Xuandu, standing nearby, was not in the mood to listen to their banter.

Looking at the demonic clouds enveloping the Human Ancestral Land in the distance, Xuandu's heart tightened. A sense of anxiety, as if connected by blood, surged through him.

"The Human Race... is in trouble!"

Xuandu cast aside his composure, his feet moving like the wind, and rushed towards the Human Ancestral Land in a somewhat ungraceful manner.

"Keep up, keep up! Don't let Senior Brother Xuandu get into trouble!"

Zhao Gongming called out, ushering the still-covering-his-backside Cihang and the spectating Medicine Master, following closely behind.

In the Human Ancestral Land, tens of thousands of demon soldiers and generals, riding on demonic clouds, had surrounded the human tribes below.

Above the clouds, Demon Master Kunpeng, clad in a black feathered cloak, gazed down with sinister eyes.

Opposite him, three young human figures stood tall.

Although they were only at the Heavenly Immortal realm, facing the Quasi-Saint's pressure was like being an ant.

Yet, their spines were straight, showing no fear.

These were the three Ancestors of the Human Race: Suiren Shi, Youchao Shi, and Ziyi Shi.

"You were created by Empress Nuwa, therefore you are vassals of my Demon Race."

Kunpeng's voice was cold, carrying an undeniable authority.

"The Demon Court has just been established, and we are in need of personnel."

"Submit quickly and return with me to the Heavenly Court to receive orders!"

Suiren Shi, the leader, stepped forward, holding the sacred fire, and declared loudly.

"Demon Master, your words are mistaken!"

"Although our Human Race was created by the Holy Mother, we were born of heaven and earth, and grew up in the Primordial World. We should strive for self-improvement!"

"We only obey the Holy Mother's decree. We will never submit to the Demon Court, nor will we become slaves to the Demon Race!"

"You!!"

Kunpeng frowned, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

He had been peacefully residing in the North Sea when Di Jun and Tai Yi forcibly conscripted him to subdue the Human Race.

This was a thankless task.

The Human Race was created by Nuwa; they couldn't be beaten or scolded. Even a little force might offend Nuwa.

And now, these humans were being so stubborn, it was simply a waste of time!

"Sigh..."

Kunpeng sighed, his sinister and domineering image of a powerful being instantly collapsing.

He transformed into the face of a worker who didn't want to work overtime.

Looking at Suiren Shi, his tone even carried a hint of pleading.

"No... I mean, can't you just cooperate a little?"

"I beg you, just submit already!"

"If you surrender, I can go back and report to His Majesty sooner!"

"My North Sea fish are still waiting for me to catch them!"

Suiren Shi: "???"

Zhao Gongming and the others who had just arrived: "???"

This Demon Master... is not like the legends at all?

Zhao Gongming subconsciously chimed in with a meme.

"Begging me?"

"Even if you beg, you have to queue!"

Kunpeng suddenly turned his head, his gaze like lightning, instantly locking onto the four people who had arrived.

"Who dares to toy with this seat?!"

Sensing the terrifying pressure of a quasi-saint, Xuandu's heart tightened.

But he quickly steadied his mind, clenched his fists, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"I am of human origin. Today, the human race is in danger, and I must stand up!"

"But I absolutely cannot rely solely on the title of a sage's disciple to suppress others!"

"I want to rely on my own principles, on my own strength, to persuade the Demon Master..."

Xuandu was cheering himself on internally, just about to step forward and deliver a passionate speech.

However, someone was faster than him!

Zhao Gongming flashed forward, directly blocking in front of Xuandu.

Hands on his hips, nostrils pointing to the sky, his arrogant demeanor made him look more like a villain than the Demon Race.

"Asking who we are?"

"Listen up, don't get scared!"

Zhao Gongming cleared his throat, pointed at the people beside him, and began to stack buffs like crazy.

"This humble Daoist is a direct disciple of the Three Pure Ones, the eldest disciple of the Outer Sect of the Jie Sect, Zhao Gongming!"

"This one!" He pointed at Xuandu.

"Grand Master Xuandu of the Human Teachings, the sole precious darling of Taiqing!"

"This one!" He pointed at Cihang.

"One of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, a favored disciple of Yuqing, the foremost Nanliang of the Primordial World!"

"And that bald one!" He pointed at Medicine Master.

"The eldest direct disciple of Jie Yin, the sage of the Western Teachings!"

As his words fell, the entire scene fell silent.

Xuandu's mouth fell open, his prepared lines stuck in his throat.

"Jun... Junior Brother, aren't we being a bit too presumptuous?"

Cihang's face turned green, pointing at himself.

"Why, why am I Nanliang? How do I look like a 'nanliang'?!"

Medicine Master also touched his bald head, looking resentful.

"Senior Brother Zhao, can you stop calling me bald?"

"That's disrespectful, hey, we call this the symbol of wisdom!"

As for Kunpeng on the other side, he was completely stunned.

He looked at the four young people in front of him, his head buzzing.

"Direct disciples of the Three Pure Ones, direct disciple of the Western Teachings?"

"The sole scion of the Human Teachings, a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect?"

"Holy crap, did I just stumble into a nest of saints?"

Kunpeng felt a chill down his spine, breaking out in a cold sweat.

If he were to fight and injure any of these precious youngsters, what would happen?

Wouldn't the five saints come to his North Sea doorstep with Innate Supreme Treasures?

"This... this..."

Kunpeng was in a dilemma.

If he fought, he wouldn't dare; if he didn't fight, he would have to leave in such disgrace.

How will I explain this to Di Jun and Tai Yi?

Where will the Demon Master's reputation go?

Just as Kunpeng was agonizing so much he felt like he was losing feathers...

Zhao Gongming's eyes suddenly darted, and an idea struck him.

He forcefully slapped Cihang on the shoulder and pushed him forward, shouting loudly.

"Come on, Senior Brother Cihang!"

"Since Senior Demon Master doesn't want to leave, you give him a show!"

"Let him see the earth-shattering bond between you and Senior Di Jun!"

Cihang stumbled from the push and landed directly in front of the two armies.

"Me, a bond?"

Cihang stared at the ferocious Kunpeng opposite him, his mind a complete blank.

But under Zhao Gongming's threatening gaze, and amidst the expectant eyes of countless humans around, Cihang's body... moved.

It was muscle memory etched into his very bones!

A pink Divine King Magic Immortal Stick appeared in his hand.

Immediately after, Cihang's expression stiffened, but his movements were impeccably standard as he spun in place.

He struck a transformation pose that was bursting with embarrassment.

Gathering his energy in his dantian, he shouted loudly.

"Let me bloom for you!!"

"Balala Energy, Wukalaka, Little Magic Fairy, Transform!!"

Bzzzz--!

Pink light shot up into the sky, blinding countless members of the Demon Race.

As the light faded, Cihang's Taoist robe disappeared.

In its place was the familiar, suffocating pink lace Magic Fairy Skirt.

White stockings covered his long legs, and butterfly wings on his back fluttered.

Kunpeng: "???"

Before Kunpeng could recover from the eye-searing sight.

Behind Cihang, golden True Sun Fire ignited.

A majestic figure slowly emerged.

Kunpeng's pupils constricted.

"Your Majesty?!"

However, in the next second.

The flames dispersed, revealing a feminized version of Di Jun with golden twin tails, wearing a miniskirt, and with skin as fair as snow.

This Dijun-chan held the River Diagram and Luo Script in her hand and gave Kunpeng a gentle wink with her left eye.

She made an incredibly cute wink and said sweetly, "It's been a while~"

"Let me do it then~"

"Ciallo~ (∠・ω＜)⌒☆"

"I'm Dijun-chan~☆"

Thump!

Kunpeng felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy hammer, stopping for half a beat.

He looked at His Majesty, who was acting cute and coquettish towards him.

He felt his entire worldview as a demon crumble at that moment.

"This... this is Your Majesty?"

"Twin tails, Ciallo?"

"I can't... I'm going to die..."

Demon Master Kunpeng, a quasi-saint mighty figure of the Primordial World.

At this moment, he clutched his chest, rolled his eyes, and nearly achieved Nirvana on the spot.