Demon Master Kunpeng hovered in midair, his normally gloomy eyes now wide as bells.
He stared fixedly at Di Jun, who was making a finger-heart and winking, her twin tails bouncing as she shouted, "Ciallo!"
His mind, which should have been capable of reaching the Quasi-Saint peak, had completely crashed.
A flood of question marks flashed wildly before his eyes.
"What? What is this? What the hell is this thing?!"
"This incredibly masculine Imperial Dragon Qi can only belong to Your Majesty!"
"But why... why does Your Majesty look like this?!"
Kunpeng felt his entire worldview undergoing a magnitude-ten earthquake.
He glanced at the person beside her, dressed in a pink lace dress and white stockings.
Daoist Ci Hang wore an expression of shame and mortification, yet had no choice but to hold his transformed pose.
"He's a direct disciple of Saint Yuanshi, a dignified Chan Sect Golden Immortal, a seven-foot-tall man. Why is he dressed so provocatively?"
"But he really does look rather pretty... delicate features and all... No!"
Kunpeng shuddered and hurriedly banished that dangerous thought from his mind.
Then an even more horrifying idea surfaced.
"Wait. This manifestation bears Your Majesty's aura, and it was summoned by a direct disciple of a Saint."
"That direct disciple is dressed so provocatively, and Your Majesty is... so bizarre. Could Your Majesty have some special fetish in private?"
"Could this be the true face Your Majesty has always kept hidden? Cross-dressing, lolis, twin tails?"
At the thought, Kunpeng felt a chill run down his back. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.
Now that he knew such a world-shaking secret, could he possibly survive?
"No, I need to keep some insurance!"
Kunpeng was an old schemer, and he reacted quickly.
Without drawing attention, he took out a top-grade Recording Stone and channeled a trace of his magical power.
He recorded the entire shocking spectacle unfolding before him.
Once he had done that, he took a deep breath and turned to the tens of thousands of demon soldiers and generals behind him, who were already dumbstruck.
He let out a soul-rending roar.
"Run!!!"
"Run for your lives!!!"
Kunpeng transformed directly into his Great Peng True Form, spread his wings, and soared ninety thousand li into the sky, leading the retreat.
As he fled, he unleashed a Quasi-Saint divine ability.
His terrifying divine sense swept through the minds of every demon behind him.
"Forget! All of you, forget!"
"You saw nothing and heard nothing!"
Only after forcibly erasing that memory from all his subordinates did Kunpeng finally breathe a little easier.
"If Your Majesty finds out I know his secret, that would be worse than death!"
"And it's such a... strange fetish!"
As the Demon Race army retreated like a receding tide without even daring to shout a single threat,
Grand Master Xuandu and Pharmacist Daoist stood rooted to the spot, staring in shock and unable to recover for a long time.
"They... retreated?"
"They just left?"
Xuandu felt as if he were dreaming. That was Quasi-Saint Kunpeng!
Just then, Zhao Gongming came over with a grin.
He slung one arm around Xuandu's neck and the other over Pharmacist's shoulder, looking very pleased with himself.
"How about that? Didn't I tell you this treasure was amazing?"
"Summoning a Great Expert's projection is random. I was just making a casual suggestion."
"I never expected this, never! Who knew there'd be such a mysterious bond between Senior Brother Ci Hang and Senior Di Jun!"
"Looks like the rumors were true: every tough guy has a little princess living in his heart."
Xuandu's mouth twitched. He looked at Ci Hang, who was still holding his transformed pose, eyes rolled back and on the verge of fainting, and couldn't resist commenting.
"Junior Brother... isn't this just perversion?"
"What kind of bond is this? It's clearly a cursed connection!"
Pharmacist Daoist covered his eyes with both hands, peeking through his fingers as he muttered.
"I can't look at this! I can't!"
"This is indecent! So indecent!"
"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"
"But... those twin tails really are pretty cute."
Zhao Gongming, however, didn't care. He pointed at the slowly fading projection of Dijun-chan, boasting wildly.
"Oh, you don't know how to appreciate it!"
"Look at this treasure's power! You can summon a Great Expert's projection and use it as you please. It's unbelievably strong!"
"Look at that pressure, that aura, that miniskirt... No, ignore the unimportant details!"
"Anyway, this is what Conceptual Grade means!"
Xuandu wordlessly pointed at Ci Hang.
"Junior Brother Gongming, Junior Brother Ci Hang is about to faint from Social Death, and you call that an unimportant detail?"
Meanwhile, in the human tribes below,
the three human leaders—Suiren Shi, Youchao Shi, and Ziyi Shi—
were utterly dumbfounded by the eye-searing sight in the sky.
After a long while, the Sacred Fire in Suiren Shi's hand dimmed a little. He sighed helplessly, his eyes full of despair.
"This..."
"If we're saved by this person..."
"Wouldn't it be better to join the Demon Court?"
"What kind of perverted thing is this?!"
"If the human race has to wear skirts like that in the future... we might as well be wiped out!"
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Demon Court.
Demon Master Kunpeng returned to Demon Master Palace, still shaken. Before he could even have a sip of water to calm himself,
he heard a heated argument coming from the nearby Sun God Palace.
"Di Jun, explain yourself!"
"What was that aura from the lower world just now?"
"That was your original aura. There's no mistaking it!"
"Did you have a secret child down there, or have you been keeping someone behind my back?"
Empress Xi He's voice brimmed with anger and hurt.
Di Jun's helpless explanation followed.
"My wife, I'm innocent!"
"I've been in the palace reviewing memorials. I haven't gone anywhere!"
"What aura from the lower world? Someone must be impersonating me. You have to believe me!"
"I don't believe you, and I won't listen! Get out! You're not coming into my bedchamber tonight!"
A loud crash rang out. The dignified Demon Emperor was thrown outside along with his pillow, and the doors slammed shut.
Di Jun stood outside, clutching the pillow, his face full of helplessness and bitterness.
"What is this supposed to mean...?"
"I was sitting at home, and trouble fell out of the sky."
"Which bastard was imitating my aura down there? If I catch you, you're dead!"
Di Jun sighed, about to find somewhere to spend the night.
He looked up and happened to spot Demon Master Kunpeng nearby, sneaking around and peeking furtively.
Di Jun's eyes lit up.
"Oh? Demon Master?"
A thought suddenly occurred to Di Jun.
"Demon Master Kunpeng may have joined the Demon Court, but he's always been all talk and no action, and he's never been on my side."
"Now that I've been kicked out, it's a long night, and I'm wide awake."
"Why not take this chance to chat with the Demon Master, build our relationship, and win him over?"
With that thought, Di Jun immediately put on a warm smile and strode over.
"Demon Master, what a coincidence!"
Kunpeng had just been about to sneak back into his palace and watch the Recording Stone playback.
Then he saw Di Jun approaching and shuddered in fright.
(Parry!)
"Y-Your Majesty?"
As Kunpeng looked at Di Jun's face, his mind automatically replaced it with the image of Di Jun-chan, twin tails in place, shouting "Ciallo!"
Ugh—
Kunpeng fought down the churning in his stomach, his face pale.
Di Jun, however, grabbed Kunpeng's hand and held it tightly, his eyes sincere and eager.
"Demon Master, you've worked hard all these years."
"I've been so busy with affairs of state that I've neglected to spend time with you."
"I happen to be free tonight. Come on, let's go to your palace!"
"We, sovereign and subject, must spend the night together, discussing the Dao and having a nice, in-depth conversation!"
Those words were the last straw.
Spend the night together?
Have an in-depth conversation?
Kunpeng looked at Di Jun's eager expression.
In his mind, he saw a female Di Jun in a miniskirt, winking at him.
"No!!!"
Overwhelming terror instantly consumed the Quasi-Saint's reason.
Thud!
As Di Jun stared in bafflement, Kunpeng dropped heavily to both knees, cracking the floor.
He clung to Di Jun's leg and wept as he swore a solemn oath.
"Your Majesty, please, no!"
"Don't come any closer!!!"
"I'm willing to devote myself to the Demon Court until my dying breath! I'd go through fire and water without hesitation!"
"I swear absolute loyalty to Your Majesty. I have no ulterior motives!"
"I only ask that Your Majesty spare my body!"
"I... I really don't swing that way!!!"
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