Di Jiang: You Have No Damn Bottom Line! The Whole Gang of Villains Teams Up to Raid Hong Yun!

Di Jun watched Di Jiang lie facedown on the ground, both hands clamped tightly over his butt.

Di Jiang's whole body was still twitching uncontrollably, and cold sweat instantly broke out across Di Jun's forehead.

That was an Ancestral Witch—a Di Jiang with an incomparably tough body!

Just what kind of torture had that one poke put him through, to leave him in agony even now?

"Gulp."

Di Jun swallowed, feeling a dull ache in his own backside.

Zhao Gongming stood to the side, watching Di Jun's cowardly display and calling out at the top of his lungs, eager to stir up trouble.

"Martial Uncle Di Jun, stand tall!"

"You all listened to the Dao in the Zixiao Palace together. Show some spirit—don't embarrass yourselves!"

"Where'd that 'come at me, you idiot' attitude from earlier go?"

Di Jun's face turned bitter, and he glared fiercely at Zhao Gongming.

"Martial Nephew Zhao, this is no time to make trouble!"

Then he turned to face East King Duke, who was steadily closing in.

Forcing a smile, he raised both hands to show he meant no harm.

"Um... Daoist East King Duke."

"Actually, I was only taking a beating just now."

"Sure, I mocked you a couple of times, but that was self-defense."

"Come on, you've already beaten Di Jiang. You've had your fill, so you can't hit me too, right?"

Hearing this, East King Duke didn't stop. The excitement in his eyes only grew brighter.

He stroked the glittering golden finger guard on his hand.

He felt the exhilarating thrill of someone who had endured years of humiliation and finally turned the tables.

"No!"

"I've put up with you all for long enough!"

"You used to bully me with your numbers. Today, I'm going to let you taste what it's like to get wrecked!"

"Di Jun, I have to give you one too—even if it's just a single poke!"

As he spoke, East King Duke formed another seal. Wearing his signature lecherous grin, he prepared to teleport.

At this critical moment,

a petite figure suddenly dashed out and stood in front of Di Jun.

It was Lu Ya, whose magical treasure's effect hadn't worn off yet. He still had cat ears and a swishing tail.

Lu Ya spread his arms. Though he was mortified, he was desperate to protect his father.

He could only steel himself and shout in a soft, sweet voice,

"Don't bully my Father Emperor, meow!"

"If you have a problem, come at me, meow!"

"Don't hit my Father Emperor, meow!"

Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up. He nodded slightly, thinking to himself,

"So cute, meow. Follow Taffy, meow~om"

East King Duke's movements abruptly froze.

He looked at the figure before him, who was male,

but whose appearance was so adorable it should have been against the rules. He looked at those big, watery eyes and twitching cat ears.

In that instant, East King Duke's heart, once filled with thoughts of revenge, actually... melted.

"Th-this..."

East King Duke took a deep breath, slowly lowered his hands, and sighed with an air of gentlemanly restraint.

"Forget it, forget it."

"As the dignified Head of Male Immortals, how could I do something so... so unspeakable to his father in front of a child?"

"That would be bad for the child's mental health."

"I'll let it go this time, for your son's sake!"

"Hmph. I, East King Duke, still have my principles!"

At those words, Di Jiang, who had started to recover a little, shakily got to his feet.

His legs still trembled nonstop. He kept one hand over his butt and frantically soothed the painful spot with the other.

Hearing the word "principles," he completely lost it. Pointing at East King Duke, he cursed,

"Principles?!"

"You've got no damn principles!"

"When you were poking me just now, did you stop to think about principles? Am I not a person?!"

"Am I a person or not? Am I a person? What the hell am I?!"

East King Duke's eyes widened. He aimed his finger guard at Di Jiang again and threatened him.

"What, wasn't that enough for you?"

"Believe me, I'll give you another one—and this time, from a different angle!"

Di Jiang shuddered in fright and hurriedly waved his hands, instantly backing down.

"No, no, no!"

"Fine, fine, I give in. You win!"

"You're damn good!"

Though he backed down, he wasn't convinced. He muttered under his breath,

"Just you wait. When I get Martial Nephew Zhao Gongming to make me a new treasure, you'll see. I'll scam you until you don't even have a pair of underwear left!"

East King Duke had sharp ears. He heard him and immediately kicked him.

Poor Di Jiang couldn't keep his balance because of his aching butt, and fell to the ground again.

"You dare threaten me?"

"So what if you get a new treasure? What are you going to do with it?"

"Believe me, I'll beat you to death right now and cripple you before you even get the chance to make it!"

Di Jiang covered his head, completely beaten.

"I give in, I give in! I really give in! Stop kicking me!"

After all that commotion, the hostility between them had eased considerably.

Di Jiang sat on the ground and caught his breath.

Suddenly, he raised his head and stared at East King Duke with a strange, burning gaze.

East King Duke felt a chill run down his spine. He nervously hugged himself and took half a step back.

"Y-you... what are you doing?"

"I only gave you one Thousand Kill just now. You're not thinking of... paying me back some other way, are you?"

"I'm warning you, I'm not into that!"

Di Jiang rolled his eyes, brushed the dirt off his butt, and spoke with mysterious seriousness.

"What are you thinking?"

"Do I look like that kind of person?"

"East King Duke, Di Jun, come over here."

"I just thought of a way to make a fortune—a shortcut straight to the peak of the Great Dao!"

Di Jun and East King Duke exchanged a glance. Though puzzled, they still came over.

Zhao Gongming, seeing this, also curiously moved closer to listen.

Di Jiang glanced at Lu Ya and waved him away.

"Shoo, shoo! Go play somewhere, kid. The adults are discussing serious matters. Go teach the humans how to cultivate."

"Oh, okay, meow." Lu Ya obediently left.

Once the bystanders were gone, Di Jiang lowered his voice. Greed and ambition gleamed in his eyes.

"You two, neither of us has Primordial Violet Qi, right?"

"But Hong Yun has it!"

"Back then, the Dao Ancestor said the Primordial Violet Qi would go to whoever was fated to obtain it."

"That good-natured fool Hong Yun has held on to the Qi for all these years, and still hasn't become a Saint."

"What does that tell us? It tells us he wasn't meant to have it!"

"We three are the overlords of the Primordial Era beneath the Saints!"

"The Demon Emperor, the Head of Male Immortals, and the leader of the Ancestral Witches!"

"If we join forces and take that Primordial Violet Qi... who could stop us?"

"As for who gets it afterward, we can each rely on our own abilities. How does that sound?"

At these words, Di Jun and East King Duke's breathing instantly quickened.

Primordial Violet Qi! The foundation of sainthood!

It was the ultimate dream of every Great Expert in the Primordial Era!

A sharp glint flashed in Di Jun's eyes as he rapidly pieced together a battle plan.

"Brilliant!"

"I have my get-stronger-the-more-I-fight armor. I can act as a shield, draw fire, and withstand the Earth Book's defenses!"

East King Duke was just as excited and chimed in.

"I have my Thousand Kills finger guard. I'll handle sneak attacks and critical hits!"

"As soon as Hong Yun leaves himself open, I'll hit him with everything I've got!"

Di Jiang chuckled and patted the battered stretcher.

"I'll handle the scam. All I have to do is lie on the ground, and the Heavenly Dao rules will lock onto them."

"They won't be able to run. They'll have to hand over the Primordial Violet Qi as compensation!"

"What a plan! It's flawless!"

The three exchanged glances, flames blazing in their eyes.

What was this?

It was the legendary tank, assassin, and—no, the shield, assassin, and shameless freeloader trio!

"Let's do it!"

"Then it's settled!"

The three immediately agreed, without the slightest hesitation.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three streaks of light shot into the sky and vanished over the horizon, heading straight for Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhao Gongming was left alone, standing there in a daze as the wind ruffled his hair.

"This..."

"What the heck..."

Zhao Gongming watched the direction they'd gone, the corners of his mouth twitching wildly.

"I made those treasures so you could protect yourselves or pull a few pranks..."

"You're the dignified Emperor Lord of the Purple Mansion Immortal Court, the Demon Emperor of the Demon Court, and the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches..."

"And you're forming a gang to rob someone?!"

"You even divided up the roles so neatly—tank, assassin, and scammer?"

Zhao Gongming suddenly shivered as a deep sense of dread crept into his heart.

"This is bad, this is bad!"

"You're not afraid because you have powerful backers and tremendous strength."

"But I'm scared!"

"I made those treasures. If Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi and Ancestor Hong Yun find out..."

"They wouldn't dare touch you, but they'd have no qualms about coming after me, would they?"

"What if Zhen Yuanzi shows up and smashes me with the Earth Book... can this little body of mine take it?"

"What a mess! Am I the one who handed them the knife? I'm an accomplice!"

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