Eastern Emperor Taiyi stared at the female version of Di Jiang, who had her hair tied in a high ponytail and wore a crop top.
She was doing warm-up exercises, and he was in a state of complete cognitive collapse.
"What... what the hell is that?"
"That energetic, youthful vibe, that healthy, sun-kissed skin..."
"I just can't connect her with that muscle-brained..."
"Yellow-sack-looking Di Jiang!"
Nearby, Demon Master Kunpeng stroked his chin, his gaze growing increasingly hazy and profound.
"Indeed... quite a change."
"Though at first glance, it's a little nauseating. The dissonance is off the charts."
"But... after looking a couple more times, I'm somehow getting used to it?"
"I even... find Senior Sister Di Jiang rather alluring. It makes me want to go for a morning run with her?"
At that, Zhao Gongming whipped around.
He stared at Kunpeng with horrified eyes, as if looking at the most depraved pervert in existence.
He instinctively took two steps back, putting some distance between himself and Kunpeng.
"Demon Master..."
"I was only talking big and teasing Martial Brother Cihang."
"You're the one who's really desperate!"
"You'd even set your sights on an Ancestral Witch, and this kind of... feminized version?"
Just then, Di Jun seemed to have discovered a whole new world.
With lightning speed, he whipped out a Recording Stone.
Then he took pictures of Senior Sister Di Jiang from every angle, leaving no blind spots.
"Hahahaha! Good, excellent!"
Di Jun put away the Recording Stone and threw his head back, laughing with the satisfaction of finally getting revenge.
"With this footage, our Demon Court will be invincible against the Witch Race from now on!"
"On the battlefield, all I have to do is play this footage..."
"In front of billions of demons and the Witch Race army, Di Jiang will be as good as dead!"
"That's what I call a Social Death strike!"
Rumble!
Before he'd even finished speaking, twelve terrifying pillars of baleful energy suddenly shot up outside the Demon Court, piercing the Thirty-Three Heavens.
They were turbid qi born of the Pangu Bloodline, violent and vicious, and they shook the entire Demon Court.
"Di Jun, Tai Yi! You two mangy birds, get your asses out here!"
"Your grandfathers are back to wreck the place!"
Their arrogant roars rang through the skies.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi's face darkened, murderous intent flashing in his eyes as he brought out the Chaos Bell with a thunderous boom.
"Bastards!"
"You come here every time you've got nothing better to do!"
"Do you think Mount Buzhou is your backyard? Is the Witch Race never going to quit?!"
Tai Yi was just about to charge out and fight the Ancestral Witches to the death.
But a hand clamped down hard on his shoulder.
Di Jun stopped Tai Yi, but there was no anger on his face.
Instead, his eyes brimmed with excitement, and a trace of anticipation even played at the corner of his mouth.
"Second Brother, don't be rash!"
"Let him come. He has to come!"
"If he doesn't come in... I'll be very disappointed!"
Seeing his elder brother's sinister, come-into-my-trap expression, Tai Yi paused.
Then he glanced at Senior Sister Di Jiang, who was still doing high knees nearby, and instantly understood.
"Elder Brother... brilliant!"
Zhao Gongming also gave Di Jun a surprised look, thinking to himself:
"Well, well. Martial Uncle Di Jun looks so stern and honest, but he's a real schemer."
"Luring the guest in to cut off his head—no, luring the guest in for a Social Death. He's pretty good at this."
Just then, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' arrogant voices echoed through Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
"Hahahaha! Di Jun, you little brat, are you scared?"
"You coward! Today your grandfathers are going to tear down a few more of your palaces for fun!"
"Are you mad? Tell me, are you mad? Hahahaha!"
Faced with such provocation, Di Jun wasn't the least bit annoyed. Instead, he called back, sounding delighted.
"I'm not mad. I'm not mad at all!"
"Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, come on in! Hurry, hurry!"
"I've got something good to show you. We're not fighting today—we're just catching up!"
Di Jiang paused at the door and scratched his bald head in confusion.
"Has that Old Bird... lost his mind?"
"Whatever. Let's go in and see. What's there to be afraid of?"
Di Jiang waved his hand and swaggered into Lingxiao Treasure Hall with his eleven siblings.
But the moment they stepped through the entrance, all twelve Ancestral Witches stopped in their tracks.
Twelve pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the center of the hall.
There stood the female version of Di Jiang, making faces at them, full of youthful energy.
The air froze. Time stood still.
Di Jiang stared at the version of himself who looked somewhat like him,
but had a curvy figure and a ponytail. His mind shattered on the spot.
"What... what the hell is that?!"
Before he could react,
Ancestral Witch Houtu, who was famous for her gentle, refined manner,
was blushing furiously, mortified beyond words. She covered her eyes and shrieked:
"Ah!"
"Elder Brother, you pervert!"
"How could you... how could you have this kind of look? It's so disgusting!"
With that, Houtu turned into a streak of earthy yellow light and fled, too embarrassed to stay a moment longer.
Even the usually aloof Xuanming Ancestral Witch sighed. She looked at Di Jiang with a complicated expression and shook her head.
"Elder Brother..."
"I always thought you were the toughest guy among us Ancestral Witches. I never imagined..."
"How could you have such a fetish? I'm... so disappointed in you."
With that, Xuanming turned and left, her retreating figure resolute.
The remaining men, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong among them, discreetly shifted to the side.
They deliberately put some distance between themselves and Di Jiang, their eyes full of distaste and wariness.
"Elder Brother... we never knew you were into such weird stuff in private."
"Don't invite me to bathe with you anymore. I'm scared."
Di Jiang: "???"
Sensing his siblings' perverted-stare expressions all around him, Di Jiang completely panicked.
He pointed at the female version of himself and roared incoherently:
"No, that's not it!"
"It wasn't me! I didn't do it! I don't know anything!"
"Who the hell did this? This is slander! This is a smear campaign!"
"He's defaming me! They're defaming me! You have to believe me!"
Watching Di Jiang struggle to defend himself, Di Jun and Tai Yi couldn't help bursting into laughter, tears streaming from their eyes.
"Hahahaha! Di Jiang, I never knew you had this side to you!"
"Now that's something! What a sight!"
Seeing the chaos, Zhao Gongming knew it was the perfect moment to step in.
He straightened his clothes and took the opportunity to move forward a couple of steps.
He coughed twice and struck a peacemaker's pose.
"Ahem!"
"Everyone, do me a favor."
"Let's sit down and calmly discuss the Witch-Demon Tribulation, all right?"
Di Jiang, already furious, suddenly turned around and glared at Zhao Gongming with bloodshot eyes, bellowing:
"Who the fuck are you?!"
"Who said you could speak here?!"
Faced with the Ancestral Witch's rage, Zhao Gongming didn't panic in the slightest.
Instead, he grew even more excited and even fixed his hair.
He struck an outrageously showy pose for everyone in the hall and declared:
"OK!"
"Now, at this moment, I've got another buddy asking!"
"He says, 'Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, how did you get your status?'"
"Some things, you're born with, and you have them for life!"
"If you weren't born with them, you'll never have them!"
"I'm the last Dao of Artifacts Grandmaster in the Primordial Era, and I'm your idol!"
"I am Zhao Gongming, the eldest senior brother of the Outer Sect under Tongtian, Sage of the Three Pure Ones!"
He delivered the whole routine in one smooth sequence, his swagger reaching its peak.
Di Jiang was stunned by the spiel.
But when he heard the words "under Tongtian, Sage of the Three Pure Ones," he still forced down his anger.
The Witch Race might be wild, but they still had to show the Three Pure Ones, the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, some respect.
"A disciple of a Sage?"
Di Jiang frowned and looked Zhao Gongming up and down.
Then he glanced at the female version of himself, still stretching,
and at Daoist Cihang, who was wearing a pink Magic Fairy Skirt and looked utterly bereft.
Di Jiang seemed to figure something out. He gestured at the chaos all around and asked Zhao Gongming:
"This..."
"Was this your doing?"
At that, Zhao Gongming slowly turned his head.
He gave Cihang, standing nearby in a white-stockinged miniskirt, a profound look.
Then he stroked his chin and said with a completely serious, regretful expression:
"I've thought about it..."
"But I haven't done it yet."
"But I did refine the magic treasure."
At that, the whole hall fell silent.
Di Jiang: "???"
Cihang: "???"
Huge question marks appeared over everyone's heads.
That answer of yours...
Isn't it a little too criminal?
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