Demon Master, you're really hungry! Zhao Gongming: I have ideas, but I haven't acted yet!

Eastern Emperor Taiyi stared at the female version of Di Jiang, who was wearing a crop top and had her hair in a high ponytail, doing warm-up exercises. His entire being was in a state of cognitive collapse.

"What... what is this thing?"

"This vibrant youthful energy, this healthy tanned skin..."

"This Emperor can't possibly connect it with that Di Jiang who's all muscle and looks like a sack of yellow cloth!"

The Demon Master Kunpeng beside him was also stroking his chin, his eyes gradually becoming hazy and profound.

"Indeed... the change is too great."

"Although it was a bit disgusting at first glance, jarringly out of place."

"But... after looking for a while longer, I've slowly gotten used to it?"

"Even... I find this senior Di Jiang quite charming, making one want to go for a morning run with her?"

As soon as he said that, Zhao Gongming abruptly turned his head.

He stared intently at Kunpeng with the terrified gaze of a pervert among perverts.

He subconsciously took two steps back, widening the distance between himself and Kunpeng.

"Demon Master..."

"I only engage in trash talk, teasing senior brother Cihang."

"You're truly famished!"

"You even dare to have thoughts about an Ancestor Witch, and a feminized version at that?"

Just then, Di Jun, as if discovering a new continent, pulled out a Recording Stone with lightning speed.

He began taking pictures of senior Di Jiang from every conceivable angle.

"Hahahaha, good, excellent!"

Di Jun put away the Recording Stone and laughed to the heavens, his laughter filled with the joy of revenge.

"With this footage, in the future, when facing the Witch Race, our Demon Court will be invincible!"

"On the battlefield, as long as I release this scene..."

"In front of millions of Demon Race and Witch Race soldiers, what difference is there between him Di Jiang and being dead?!"

"This is what's called a social death blow!"

RUMBLE!

Before he could finish speaking, twelve terrifying beams of malevolent energy erupted from outside the Demon Court, shooting straight towards the thirty-third heaven.

That was the turbid energy originating from Pangu's bloodline, violent and ferocious, shaking the entire Demon Court.

"Di Jun, Tai Yi, you two crow-like birds, get out here!"

"We're here to cause trouble again, you hear?!"

Arrogant roars echoed through the heavens.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's face sank, killing intent flashing in his eyes, and the Chaos Bell was summoned with a roar.

"Bastards!"

"You come here for no reason, you come here for no reason!"

"Do you think Mount Buzhou is your backyard? The Witch Race just won't quit, will they?!"

Just as Tai Yi was about to rush out and fight the Ancestor Witches to the death, a hand firmly pressed down on his shoulder.

Di Jun stopped Tai Yi, his face not showing any anger. Instead, it was filled with excitement, a hint of anticipation even on his lips.

"Second brother, don't be rash!"

"Let him come, you must let him come!"

"If he doesn't come... I will be very disappointed!"

Seeing his elder brother's sinister expression, as if inviting the wolf into the fold, Tai Yi was stunned for a moment.

He then glanced at senior Di Jiang, who was still doing high kicks beside them, and instantly understood.

"Big brother... you're brilliant!"

Zhao Gongming also looked at Di Jun with some surprise, thinking to himself.

"Well, well, this Uncle Di Jun looks upright and honest, but he's actually a schemer?"

"This move of inviting them to be beheaded... no, inviting them to social death, he plays it quite skillfully."

Just then, the rampant voices of the Twelve Ancestral Witches echoed through the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

"Hahahaha, Di Jun, you little brat, are you scared?"

"You turtle in a shell, how many more palaces of yours are Grandpa gonna tear down for kicks today!"

"Aren't you angry? Just tell me if you're angry, hahahaha!"

Faced with such provocation, Di Jun was not only not angered, but instead responded with great excitement.

"Not angry, I'm not angry at all!"

"Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, come in quickly, quick quick quick!"

"I have something good for you to see. We won't fight today, we'll just catch up!"

Di Jiang, hearing this outside the door, paused, scratching his bald head in confusion.

"This old bird... he hasn't lost his mind, has he?"

"Whatever, I'll go in and see. What's there to be afraid of?"

Di Jiang waved his hand, leading his eleven brothers and sisters, and swaggered into the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

However, the moment they entered, the footsteps of the Twelve Ancestral Witches stopped in unison.

Twelve pairs of eyes stared intently at the center of the hall.

It was a female version of Di Jiang, making faces at them, full of youthful vitality.

The air froze, time stood still.

Di Jiang looked at the figure that bore a slight resemblance to him.

But with a hot body and a ponytail, he was completely stunned.

"What... what the hell is this thing?!"

Before he could react.

Houtu Ancestral Witch, standing behind him, was famously gentle and dignified.

At this moment, her face was flushed red, filled with shame and indignation, and she covered her eyes, screaming.

"Ah!"

"Big Brother, you pervert!"

"How could you... how could you have such an appearance, it's disgusting!"

With that, Houtu turned into a stream of earth-yellow light and left in shame, not wanting to stay a moment longer.

Xuanming Ancestral Witch, always aloof, also sighed, looking at Di Jiang with a complex expression, and shook her head.

"Big Brother..."

"I always thought you were the tough guy among us Ancestral Witches, but I never expected..."

"How could you have such a fetish? Sister is... very disappointed."

With that, Xuanming also turned and left, her back resolute.

The remaining men, Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and the others, subtly shifted to the side.

They deliberately put some distance between themselves and Di Jiang, their eyes filled with disdain and vigilance.

"Big Brother... we really didn't expect you to be so wild in private."

"Don't call me to bathe with you anymore, I'm scared."

Di Jiang: "???"

Sensing the gazes of his brothers and sisters looking at him like a pervert, Di Jiang panicked completely.

He pointed at the female version of himself and roared incoherently.

"No, it's not!"

"It's not me, I didn't do it, I don't know!"

"Who the hell did this? This is slander, this is spreading rumors!"

"They are slandering me, they are slandering me, you have to believe me!"

Seeing Di Jiang's inability to explain himself, Di Jun and Tai Yi couldn't help but burst into laughter, tears streaming from their eyes.

"Hahahaha, Di Jiang, I didn't expect you had this side to you!"

"Intense, flavorful!"

Seeing the chaotic scene, it was the perfect time to intervene.

Zhao Gongming tidied his robes and took two steps forward.

He coughed twice, adopting the posture of a peacemaker.

"Ahem!"

"Everyone, give me some face."

"Let's sit down and calmly discuss the Witch-Demon Tribulation, how about it?"

Di Jiang, still furious, suddenly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Zhao Gongming and roared.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Do you have any right to speak here?!"

Facing the Ancestor Witch's rage, Zhao Gongming was completely unfazed.

He even became more excited, even tidying his hairstyle.

He struck an extremely pretentious pose for everyone present and declared loudly.

"OK!"

"So at this moment, another buddy asks!"

"They say 'Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, how did you get your status?'"

"Some things, you're born with, and you have them for life!"

"If you're not born with them, you'll never have them!"

"I am the last Master of the Dao of Artifacts in the Primordial World, and also your male god!"

"I am Zhao Gongming, the Senior Disciple Brother of the Outer Sect under the Sage Tongtian of the Three Pure Ones!"

This whole spiel came out smoothly, exuding maximum swagger.

Di Jiang was stunned by this speech.

But upon hearing the words "Sage Tongtian of the Three Pure Ones," he forcibly suppressed his anger.

Although the Witch Race was arrogant, they still had to give some face to the Three Pure Ones, Pangu's orthodox descendants.

"A disciple of a Sage?"

Di Jiang frowned, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Gongming.

Then, he glanced at the female version of himself who was still stretching.

And beside him, Daoist Ci Hang, wearing a pink Magic Fairy Skirt and looking utterly lifeless.

Di Jiang seemed to understand something, pointing at the mess, and asked Zhao Gongming.

"This..."

"Was it you?"

Hearing this, Zhao Gongming slowly turned his head.

He looked deeply at Ci Hang, who was wearing a white silk short skirt.

Then, he stroked his chin and said with a serious and regretful expression.

"I had the idea..."

"But I haven't done it yet."

"However, the magic treasures were indeed refined by me."

As soon as he said this, the entire place fell silent.

Di Jiang: "???"

Ci Hang: "???"

Giant question marks appeared above everyone's heads.

Your answer...

Isn't it a bit too much?