The Scripts Had Gotten Mixed Up! Di Jun and Di Jiang Joined Forces! East King Duke: This Isn't How It's Supposed to Go!

Shouyang Mountain, the Human Race's plaza.

Watching the lively scene of utter chaos before him,

Zhao Gongming clasped his hands behind his back, his face beaming with satisfaction.

"Good, very good!"

"This is the kind of vitality the Human Race should have!"

"Everyone's working hard. The future looks bright!"

Beside him stood the Three Ancestors of the Human Race: Suiren Shi, Youchao Shi, and Ziyi Shi.

At that moment, their faces were dark, and the corners of their mouths twitched uncontrollably.

They watched as their clansmen wore cat ears and cried, "Meow!"

They watched as their clansmen, turned into idiots, kept grinning foolishly.

And they watched as their clansmen drooled over the female version of Di Jiang...

"Esteemed Immortal..."

Suiren Shi couldn't hold back any longer and muttered weakly,

"Is... is this really okay?"

"Why do I feel like the Human Race is even more chaotic than the Demon Court now?"

"This whole vibe... isn't it a little too ahead of its time?"

At that, Zhao Gongming turned and glanced at them.

Pointing at the Golden Immortal auras emanating from them, he retorted with complete confidence,

"You three have all broken through to the early Golden Immortal stage. Isn't that a good start?"

"The process doesn't matter. The result does!"

"As long as you get stronger, even if you turn into idiots... at least you'll be strong idiots!"

The Three Ancestors: "..."

They were left speechless.

Just as Zhao Gongming was about to keep chanting slogans and cheer on his senior and junior fellow disciples as they put their all into their performances,

"Big Brother, help!"

A familiar, anguished cry for help suddenly rang out from the distant clouds.

Zhao Gongming looked up.

He saw Bixiao speeding toward them on a beam of light, looking panicked.

Like a frightened little rabbit, she raced toward them as fast as she could.

Behind her,

Rumble!

A terrifying pressure, filled with supreme majesty and at the Quasi-Saint peak,

descended like Mount Tai crushing down, instantly enveloping all of Shouyang Mountain.

"Hmph. Run all you like—you think you can get away from me?"

A middle-aged man in a pure-yang imperial robe and a purple-gold crown strode through the air. Each step made the void tremble.

His gaze locked onto Bixiao, then swept over Zhao Gongming and the others before he snorted.

"I've finally found the one pulling your strings!"

"You dared to take heavenly treasures from my Immortal Court's territory, and even injured one of my Immortal Court inspectors."

"East King Duke will settle this score with you today!"

Bixiao ducked behind Zhao Gongming, poked her little head out, and shouted indignantly,

"That's a lie!"

"I found those heavenly treasures first. Why should I give them to you?"

"Your Immortal Court are just a bunch of bandits! Shameless!"

Hearing that, Zhao Gongming immediately understood what had happened.

East King Duke was the Head of Male Immortals, personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor. He had established the Purple Mansion Immortal Court and ruled over myriad immortals.

Though he was weaker than the Demon Court and the Witch Race, he was still a power to be reckoned with, and he had always acted domineeringly.

By rights, in the Primordial Era, heavenly treasures belonged to the worthy—or whoever had the biggest fist.

Bixiao had found them first, so they were hers.

But East King Duke had a point, too: they were on his territory.

This is a classic case of getting ambushed with a bogus claim in the Primordial Era.

Zhao Gongming sneered inwardly.

No matter who was right or wrong, if you dared to bully my little sister, then you were in the wrong!

Zhao Gongming stepped forward and stood in front of Bixiao. Facing East King Duke directly, he said without fear or deference,

"Senior East King Duke."

"There may have been some misunderstanding. Since this is a dispute over heavenly treasures..."

"I can offer you some compensation, and we can let the matter drop. How about it?"

East King Duke sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

"Compensation?"

"Do you think I need your paltry compensation?"

"That girl didn't just steal the treasure—she was insolent, too. She's coming back to the Purple Mansion with me to be punished. No one can stop me!"

"No!"

Zhao Gongming's expression darkened.

At the same time,

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several figures appeared beside Zhao Gongming in an instant.

Xuandu took off his gloves, his expression calm. Lu Ya removed his crown, his gaze sharp.

Cihang put away his Magic Fairy Stick, looking displeased. Medicine Master lowered his rattle and pressed his palms together. Huang Long took human form, his face full of indignation.

The six stood shoulder to shoulder. Though their cultivation couldn't match a Quasi-Saint's, their presence was no weaker.

Zhao Gongming looked at East King Duke, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking smile.

"East King Duke, do you know who we are?"

"Do you know how powerful our backing is?"

East King Duke furrowed his brow and sneered,

"I don't care who you are!"

"In this Primordial Era, except for the Sages, I don't give a damn about anyone!"

"Good. You said it!"

Zhao Gongming took a deep breath, steadied himself, and launched into a rapid-fire recital of names.

"Listen up!"

"The one standing before you is Grand Master Xuandu, the First Disciple of the Taiqing Sage!"

"Daoist Ci Hang, Direct Disciple of the Yuqing Sage, and Zhao Gongming, Direct Disciple of the Shangqing Sage!"

"Medicine Master, Direct Disciple of the Western Jie Yin Sage; Lu Ya, the Demon Court Crown Prince; and Yellow Dragon True Person of the Dragon Race!"

"Standing behind us are the Three Pure Ones, the Two Sages of the West, Empress Nuwa, the Demon Court, and the Dragon Race!"

"Try laying a finger on us! Let's see if the Five Sages come and tear down your Purple Mansion tomorrow!"

The barrage of titles left East King Duke completely stunned.

He had thought they were just a bunch of clueless rogue cultivators, or outer-sect disciples from some major school.

Who could have guessed...

They were a whole pack of direct disciples of Sages?!

Had he stumbled into a den of Sages?!

East King Duke's imposing air faded at once, and his eyes began to dart about.

But as the Head of Male Immortals, he couldn't back down in front of them.

If he let a few juniors scare him off with a few words, how could he ever show his face again?

"Hmph!"

East King Duke forced himself to stand his ground, all bluster and no bite.

"So what if you're Sage disciples?"

"Does being a Sage disciple give you the right to do whatever you want?"

"Your dignity matters, but mine isn't a doormat!"

"You're going to answer for what happened today, or else..."

"Or else what? Cut the crap!"

Zhao Gongming interrupted him, waving a hand impatiently.

"Enough with the act. If you want an answer, then there's nothing left to discuss."

"Call for backup!"

Zhao Gongming turned and patted Lu Ya's shoulder, smiling brightly.

"Junior Brother Lu Ya, contact your old man."

"Tell him someone bullied you and wants to drag you back to be their bandit bride."

Lu Ya's eyes lit up. He immediately took out a message jade slip.

"Sure thing, Senior Brother. Leave it to me—I'll make myself sound as pitiful as possible!"

Then Zhao Gongming looked at Cihang and said meaningfully,

"Senior Brother Cihang, don't just stand there."

"Contact Ancestral Witch Di Jiang."

Cihang stared at him in disbelief and pointed at his own nose.

"Me? Contact an Ancestral Witch? Why me?"

Zhao Gongming grinned, his gaze lecherous.

"Because... I really like stories about twelve burly men and one Nan Liang."

"Get lost!!!"

Cihang was mortified, but still obediently took out the message jade tally Di Jiang had left him earlier.

Watching all this, East King Duke felt a little uneasy, but he still refused to back down.

"Call for help!"

"I'd like to see who you can get to come!"

"The Sages are far above us. They can't possibly stoop to helping you bully me over such a trivial matter, can they?"

But as soon as he finished speaking,

Rumble!

The weather above the Sky Vault changed abruptly.

Two terrifying auras descended almost simultaneously!

On the left, golden crows cried out as True Sun Fire scorched the heavens.

Di Jun, clad in an imperial robe and holding the River Diagram and Luo Script, strode through the air, his imperial might surging.

On the right, baleful energy shot into the sky as the Space Law tore through the void.

Di Jiang strode forward, bare-chested and bulging with muscle, like a demon god. The earth shook with every step.

"Who dares bully my son?!"

"Who dares bully Young Friend Zhao?!"

Their voices rang out like thunder, making East King Duke's eardrums ache.

The next moment, Di Jun and Di Jiang, sworn enemies of the Primordial Era,

stood shoulder to shoulder, staring coldly at East King Duke.

East King Duke was utterly dumbfounded, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.

"This..."

"Di Jun? Di Jiang?"

"The Demon Emperor and an Ancestral Witch—how did those two end up together?!"

"This isn't how the script is supposed to go!"

Di Jun looked at East King Duke. His gaze was cold, but he still maintained some measure of an emperor's dignity as he tried to reason with him.

"East King Duke, as the Head of Male Immortals, you're bullying a few juniors. Isn't that beneath you?"

"These are honored guests of my Demon Court. If you lay a hand on them, you're slapping me in the face!"

"If you know what's good for you, leave!"

Di Jiang, standing beside him, wasn't nearly as diplomatic.

He was a warrior, a brute, and no good with words.

He stepped forward, pointed at East King Duke's nose, and opened with a profanity.

"Fuck your mother!"

"You dare touch Zhao Gongming?!"

"If you've got the guts, come at me!!"

"I'll twist your head off and kick it around like a ball!!"

East King Duke: "..."

Zhao Gongming: "..."

Cihang: "..."

The entire venue fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by Di Jiang's plain, unvarnished, and utterly boring profanity.

So this was the value of an Ancestor Witch?

I love it, I love it!

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