Dijun: That was an accident! Zhao Gongming: Does your Demon Court have clubs?!

Outside the Demon Emperor's Palace, Lu Ya, who had just reverted from his cat-girl form to his dashing young man appearance, was rushing back.

"I think I just sensed the killing intent of those brutes, the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Father Emperor and Second Uncle, don't get hurt!"

Lu Ya was anxious and transformed into a Golden Crow's rainbow light, covering thousands of miles in an instant.

However, before he could get close to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, a strange, soul-stirring sound drifted into his ears with the wind.

"Keep going, hurry up and put more effort in! Are you guys not eating?"

"Come hit me, you idiot!"

Lu Ya's body stiffened abruptly, almost falling from the sky.

This voice... sounded so much like Father Emperor?

But how could the Father Emperor he remembered, the majestic and dominant ruler of all demons, make such a sound?

With a nervous heart, Lu Ya peeked.

He saw Di Jun in front of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, wearing golden armor and with his arms spread wide.

He actually had a look of enjoyment on his face, truly a pervert among perverts.

BOOM!

Lu Ya felt his worldview completely shatter, breaking into pieces.

"Fa... Father Emperor?"

"Father Emperor, who was always tall and mighty, teaching me to have imperial dignity..."

"Privately, he's actually this kind of... this kind of dirty pervert?!"

"Is this the adult world? It's too terrifying!"

The Father Emperor who always ruled the heavens from on high is actually a possessor of such strange kinks in private?!

Just then, Di Jun was completely immersed in the pleasure of absolute defense.

The corner of his eye suddenly caught a familiar figure, and their eyes met.

Di Jun saw the deep shock and disappointment in Lu Ya's eyes, and the despair of "I'm not clean anymore."

"Uh..."

Di Jun's throat felt like it was stuck.

The force of the word about to come out was forcibly held back.

In this instant of pause.

The pink light on the armor instantly dissipated, and the defense mechanism failed!

BOOM! BOOM!

Zhu Rong's divine fire fist and Gong Gong's dark water palm struck Di Jun's chest squarely.

"Pfft!"

Di Jun let out a miserable cry, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ruins.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Di Jun got up, covered in dust and dirt. Ignoring his injuries, he pointed at Zhu Rong and Gong Gong and cursed furiously.

"Bastards!!"

"Didn't you see I didn't shout the slogan? You still hit me when the magic treasure failed?!"

"Have you no martial ethics?!"

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong exchanged a glance, scratched their heads with some embarrassment, and gave a simple smile.

"Heh heh, sorry Di Jun."

"We're used to it. Mainly, we just want to hit you when we see your face."

"Besides, you looked so punchable just now, we couldn't hold back. Please understand, please understand."

Di Jun's liver ached with anger, but he couldn't bother arguing with these two barbarians.

He flashed in front of Lu Ya, grabbed Lu Ya's shoulders, and explained frantically.

"My son, listen to your Father Emperor's explanation!"

"This isn't Father Emperor's true nature. This is a magic treasure, a magic treasure refined by Zhao Gongming!"

"Father Emperor was forced, Father Emperor is suffering inside!"

After hearing the explanation, Lu Ya looked at Zhao Gongming, who looked innocent beside him, and reluctantly believed him.

Then, his eyes widened in amazement.

"Another magic treasure?"

"Senior Brother Zhao's talent in the Dao of Artifacts... is actually this terrifying?"

"You can achieve even rules like these with a magic treasure?"

Facing everyone's admiration, Zhao Gongming adjusted his sleeve, clasped his hands behind his back, and said with a light, airy tone.

"Mediocre, mediocre, third in the Primordial World."

"Nothing else, just practice makes perfect."

Xuandu, standing nearby, couldn't help but mutter softly.

"Junior brother... you're really showing off."

"But you're showing off so... smoothly."

Just then, Di Jiang, who had been silent, suddenly appeared carrying that broken stretcher.

He strode up to Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who was about to leave.

"Feather-head, don't go!"

Di Jiang roared.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi frowned.

"Di Jiang, what do you want? Haven't you had enough fighting?"

Without another word, Di Jiang threw the stretcher to the ground and then flopped onto it with a thud.

Immediately after, this leader of the Ancestral Witches, like a common shrew.

Began to roll wildly on the stretcher, kicking his limbs, completely disregarding his image, and wailed at the top of his lungs.

"Someone's beating me!!!"

"Eastern Emperor Taiyi is beating me!!!"

"Oh, my back! Oh, my legs! Someone's killing me!!"

"You're not leaving without paying! I'm not getting up without an Innate Spirit Treasure!!"

Silence fell over the crowd once more, everyone was stunned.

Only the Pharmacist Daoist of the Western Teachings trembled with excitement, his eyes shining, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Brilliant, so brilliant!"

"This magic treasure is practically tailor-made for my master!"

"This kind of scam... ah no, this art of demanding compensation, it truly embodies the essence of the Western Teachings!"

Zhao Gongming glanced at the Pharmacist speechlessly and thought to himself.

Good heavens, you really know how shameless your two Saints are, is this official certification?

At this moment, Eastern Emperor Taiyi looked at Di Jiang, who was throwing a tantrum on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, his face a mask of black lines.

"Crazy!"

"I don't have time to indulge your madness!"

Can't find the book by searching the title, you can try searching the author, maybe they just changed their name!

Tai Yi snorted coldly and turned to leave, intending to transform into a streak of light.

However, the moment he took a step.

BOOM!

Without any warning, a bolt of Zixiao divine lightning appeared out of nowhere, striking Eastern Emperor Taiyi precisely on the forehead.

"Hiss!"

Tai Yi staggered from the strike, his hair standing on end, and looked up at the sky in utter confusion.

"What the hell?!"

"Heavenly punishment?!"

"You won't let me leave without compensation... really?!"

Tai Yi looked at the broken stretcher in shock, finally realizing the unscrupulous nature of this Conceptual Level Magic Treasure.

This was forced buying and selling at the level of karma!

He looked at Di Jiang, who was still rolling on the ground while peeking at him through his fingers, and gritted his teeth in anger.

"Fine, you win!"

"What do you want?!"

Di Jiang immediately stopped rolling and sat up, pointing at Tai Yi's head.

"I want the Chaos Bell!"

"Scram!"

Tai Yi's Chaos Bell vibrated, radiating killing intent.

"Do you want a slap across the face?!"

Di Jiang shrunk his neck, knowing the request was excessive, and his eyes darted around.

"Then... give me that piece of Fusang branch you just put away!"

It was leftover scrap from Di Jun's artifact refining, but it contained the origin of the True Sun Fire.

"Take it and scram!"

Tai Yi casually tossed the branch to Di Jiang, dismissing him like a beggar.

Di Jiang happily caught it, immediately put away the stretcher, stood up, and put on a righteous expression.

"Since Your Majesty Eastern Emperor is so polite, then this matter is settled."

Watching this scene, Di Jun and Di Jiang's gazes met again.

Both had keenly sensed the immense strategic potential contained within Zhao Gongming's magic treasure.

Di Jiang had just opened his mouth to speak.

"Little friend Zhao, why don't you come to our Witch Race..."

"Lu Ya!"

Di Jun suddenly shouted, interrupting Di Jiang's words.

"Since the misunderstanding is cleared up, you shouldn't be idle either!"

"Quickly take the saint disciples around the Demon Court for a tour, have some fun, and fulfill your duties as host!"

"Especially little friend Zhao, you must entertain him well, even if it means plucking the stars from the sky to satisfy him!"

Lu Ya understood immediately and pulled Zhao Gongming and the others along.

"Senior Brother, let's go, let's go, I'll take you to a great place!"

Zhao Gongming was also enjoying himself. After all, the Demon Court was so magnificent, and he hadn't had a good look yet.

"Then I'll trouble you, Junior Brother."

Watching the backs of Zhao Gongming and the others as they left, Di Jiang's face darkened.

He turned to Di Jun and asked irritably.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Di Jun tidied his messy armor and arrogantly lifted his chin.

"So what if I did?"

"This is my Demon Court, I'll keep guests if I want to!"

Di Jiang laughed in anger and pointed at Di Jun's nose, scolding him.

"Di Jun, I'm telling you!"

"You're just a scheming, scruffy bird!"

Di Jun retorted without backing down.

"Di Jiang, I'm telling you!"

"You're just a brute with nothing but muscles in your head, don't push your luck!"

The two stood facing each other like fighting cocks, spitting flying.

Not far away, Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and Kunpeng.

They gathered together with great tacit understanding, and someone even took out melon seeds.

"Tsk, tsk, here we go again."

"These two are just like arguing children. They've been like this since they first met in the Purple Cloud Palace, and they're not tired of it after millions of years."

Kunpeng sighed and summarized with emotion.

"Love and hate... "

"A pair of ill-fated lovers."

Deep within the Demon Court, in a lavishly decorated hall with a rather ambiguous style.

Lu Ya led Zhao Gongming, Xuandu, Cihang, and Medicine Master inside.

"Senior Brothers, please sit!"

Lu Ya invited everyone to take their seats. The chairs here were made of ten-thousand-year-old warm jade, and the table was filled with fine wine and immortal fruits.

"Junior Brother, where is this?"

Zhao Gongming looked around curiously.

Lu Ya smiled mysteriously and didn't speak. Instead, he gently clapped his hands.

Clap! Clap!

As the applause echoed.

From the back of the hall, a gust of fragrant breeze suddenly surged forth.

Immediately after, two rows of slender, graceful, and stunningly beautiful fairy maidens from the Demon Race walked slowly forward.

They were from the Fox Race, the Cat Race, or the Peacock Race.

Each one, a picture of captivating charm, lined up and bowed gracefully to the group, calling out in unison with sweet, delicate voices.

"Welcome, esteemed disciples, to the Demon Court~~"

"This is our Demon Court's supreme service~~"

Zhao Gongming, who had just taken a sip of nectar, directly spat it out.

He widened his eyes, staring at the familiar yet strange scene before him, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

"Holy crap?!"

"This familiar formation... this familiar welcome speech..."

"Your Demon Court... actually has a club?!"