The demonic aura filled the sky above the East Sea coast, blotting out the sun.
Daoist Ci Hang's expression was grave. His usually gentle features had taken on a stern look as he spoke in a low voice.
"What a coincidence—we've arrived just as the Demon Race is making trouble for the Human Race."
"This demonic aura, condensed almost to the point of becoming solid and threatening to swallow heaven and earth, can only belong to a top Great Expert at the Quasi-Saint level."
Ci Hang looked serious as he analyzed the situation.
Combined with his fair, handsome features, he truly had the transcendent air of a Chan Sect Golden Immortal.
Zhao Gongming happened to see this and had a mischievous idea.
He slowly sidled over and stared fixedly at Ci Hang's profile, clicking his tongue twice.
"Senior Brother, I have to say, when you're this serious, you're quite the pretty thing. You've got a real charm to you!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Ci Hang's stern expression crumbled. He immediately drew his blade.
At the same time, his hands instinctively covered his backside. He eyed Zhao Gongming warily, panic showing in his gaze.
"Junior Brother, what are you trying to do?!"
"I'm warning you, don't do anything stupid!"
"You're still young. Don't go down the wrong path!"
"This is a crime! It goes against the Saints' rules!"
Seeing Ci Hang look at him like he was guarding against a thief, Zhao Gongming rolled his eyes and chuckled inwardly.
His senior brother had been traumatized.
Grand Master Xuandu, standing nearby, had no interest in their banter.
As he watched the demonic clouds shrouding the Human Ancestral Land in the distance,
a pang of anxiety welled up in Xuandu's heart, as though he could feel the danger through their shared bloodline.
"The Human Race... is in danger!"
Xuandu had no time to maintain his composure. He sped toward the Human Ancestral Land, wind beneath his feet, his manner somewhat unsteady.
"Let's go, let's go! We can't let Senior Brother Xuandu get hurt!"
Zhao Gongming called out, then hurried after him with Ci Hang, who was still covering his backside, and Medicine Master, who had been watching the show.
At the Human Ancestral Land, tens of thousands of demon soldiers and generals rode demonic clouds, surrounding the Human Race tribes below.
Above them, Demon Master Kunpeng wore a black-feathered cloak. His gaze was sinister as he looked down from on high.
Facing him stood three young members of the Human Race, heads held high.
Though they were only Heavenly Immortals, as insignificant as ants before a Quasi-Saint's pressure,
their backs were straight, and they showed no fear.
They were the Three Ancestors of the Human Race: Suiren Shi, Youchao Shi, and Ziyi Shi.
"You were created by Empress Nuwa, so you are vassals of my Demon Race."
Kunpeng's voice was cold, carrying an unquestionable authority.
"Now that the Demon Court has just been established, we need capable people."
"Submit at once and follow me back to the Heavenly Court to receive your orders!"
Suiren Shi, at the head of the group, stepped forward. He held up the Sacred Fire and spoke clearly.
"Demon Master, you're mistaken!"
"Though the Saint Mother created us, we were born beneath heaven and earth and raised in the Primordial Era. We must stand on our own!"
"We will heed only the Saint Mother's decree. We will never submit to the Demon Court, much less become servants of the Demon Race!"
"You!"
Kunpeng furrowed his brow, a flash of irritation in his eyes.
He had been perfectly content at the North Sea, only for Di Jun and Tai Yi to drag him into this by force and send him to bring the Human Race to heel.
It had been a thankless job from the start.
The Human Race had been created by Nuwa. He couldn't beat them or scold them, and even using a little force risked offending Nuwa.
And now these people were being so stubborn. What a waste of time!
"Haah..."
Kunpeng sighed. His sinister, imposing Great Expert persona collapsed in an instant.
He looked like an employee who didn't want to work overtime.
He turned to Suiren Shi, his voice taking on an almost pleading note.
"Listen... Couldn't you just cooperate a little?"
"I'm begging you. Hurry up and submit already!"
"If you submit, I can go back and report to His Majesty sooner!"
"The fish in the North Sea are waiting for me to catch them!"
Suiren Shi: "???"
Zhao Gongming and the others, who had just arrived: "???"
This Demon Master... He wasn't anything like the rumors.
Zhao Gongming instinctively tossed in a line.
"Beg me?"
"Even if you beg me, you'll have to get in line!"
Kunpeng whipped around. His gaze flashed like lightning, instantly locking onto the four newcomers.
"Who dares mock me?!"
Feeling the terrifying pressure of a Quasi-Saint, Xuandu's heart tightened.
But he quickly steadied himself, clenching his fists as determination flashed in his eyes.
"I was born into the Human Race. Now that they're in danger, I have to stand up for them!"
"But I can't rely on my title as a Saint's disciple to intimidate anyone!"
"I'll use reason and my own strength to convince the Demon Master..."
Xuandu was still psyching himself up. He was just about to step forward and deliver an impassioned speech.
But someone was faster!
Zhao Gongming flashed forward and stepped right in front of Xuandu.
He planted his hands on his hips and tilted his chin up. He looked even more like a villain than the Demon Race.
"You want to know who we are?"
"Listen up, and try not to faint!"
Zhao Gongming cleared his throat, pointed to the people beside him, and started piling on the credentials.
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"I am Zhao Gongming, personal disciple of the Three Pure Ones, and senior outer disciple of the Interception Sect!"
"This one!" He pointed at Xuandu.
"Grand Master Xuandu of the Human Teachings, the one and only beloved disciple of the Taiqing Saint!"
"This one!" He pointed at Ci Hang.
"One of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect, a prized disciple of the Yuqing Saint—and the most famous Nan Liang in the Primordial Era!"
"And that bald guy!" He pointed at Medicine Master.
"The personal eldest disciple of Saint Jieyin of the Western Teachings!"
The moment he finished speaking, the whole place fell silent.
Xuandu's mouth hung open. Every line he'd prepared got stuck in his throat.
"J-Junior Brother, aren't we being a little too outrageous?"
Ci Hang's face turned green. He pointed at himself.
"Why? Why am I Nan Liang? What about me looks like a pretty boy?!"
Medicine Master rubbed his smooth, bald head, looking aggrieved.
"Senior Brother Zhao, could you stop calling me bald?"
"That's really disrespectful, okay? We call this a symbol of wisdom!"
Across from them, Kunpeng was completely stunned.
He stared at the four young men before him, his mind buzzing.
"Personal disciples of the Three Pure Ones and the Western Teachings?"
"The Human Teachings' only disciple and a Chan Sect Golden Immortal?"
"Holy crap, did I just barge into a den of Saints?"
Kunpeng felt a chill run down his back, and cold sweat broke out all over him.
What if they fought and he hurt these precious disciples? What then?
Wouldn't the Five Sages show up at the North Sea with Innate Supreme Treasures and surround his doorstep?
"This... This..."
Kunpeng was caught in a dilemma.
He didn't dare fight, but if he left with his tail between his legs, how would he explain it to Di Jun and Tai Yi?
What would happen to the Demon Master's dignity?
Just as Kunpeng was agonizing over it so much he was about to lose a feather,
Zhao Gongming's eyes suddenly lit up as he came up with an idea.
He clapped Ci Hang on the shoulder, shoved him forward, and called out loudly.
"Come on, Senior Brother Ci Hang!"
"Since our esteemed Demon Master doesn't want to leave, give him a show!"
"Let him see that moving bond between you and Senior Di Jun!"
Ci Hang stumbled from the shove and ended up standing between the two armies.
"Me? A bond?"
Ci Hang stared at the fearsome Kunpeng across from him, his mind a blank.
But under Zhao Gongming's threatening gaze and the expectant eyes of countless members of the Human Race, Ci Hang's body... moved.
It was muscle memory etched into his bones!
A pink Divine King Magic Immortal Stick appeared in his hand.
Then, with a stiff expression but perfectly practiced movements, Ci Hang spun in place.
He struck that unbearably embarrassing transformation pose.
He gathered his breath in his abdomen and shouted:
"Let me sprinkle some love on you!!"
"Balala Energy, Uka Raka, Little Magic Fairy, transform completely!!"
Buzz—!
Pink light shot into the sky, blinding countless demons.
When the light faded, Ci Hang's Daoist robes were gone.
In their place was that familiar, suffocating pink lace Magic Fairy Skirt.
White stockings hugged his long legs, while a pair of butterfly-wing bows fluttered on his back.
Kunpeng: "???"
Before Kunpeng could recover from the eye-searing sight,
True Sun Fire ignited behind Ci Hang.
A majestic figure slowly appeared.
Kunpeng's pupils contracted.
"Your Majesty?!"
But the next second,
the flames disappeared, revealing a feminized version of Di Jun, with golden twin tails, an ultra-short skirt, and skin as fair as snow.
This was Dijun-chan. She held the River Diagram and Luo Script in her hands, then gave Kunpeng a light wink with her left eye.
She flashed an impossibly cute W-shaped pose and spoke in a syrupy voice.
"It's been so long since I last did this~"
"Guess I'll give it a try~"
"Ciallo~ (∠・ω＜)⌒☆"
"I'm Dijun-chan~☆"
Thump!
Kunpeng felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy hammer. It stopped for half a beat.
He stared at His Majesty, who was acting all cute and coquettish toward him.
His entire worldview as a demon felt like it had crumbled to pieces.
"This... This is Your Majesty?"
"Twin tails? Ciallo?"
"I can't take this... I'm going to die..."
Demon Master Kunpeng, a Quasi-Saint Great Expert of the Primordial Era,
clutched his chest, rolled his eyes, and nearly passed away on the spot.
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