Di Jiang Taunts Minghe! Huang Long: Thirty Years East of the River, Don't Bully a Poor Young Man!

Kunlun Mountain, main peak plaza.

With the Saint's decree passed down, the plaza was packed with people, with immortals gathered from far and wide.

Fortunately, most of those remaining in the plaza were second- and third-generation disciples of the Three Teachings and the Western Teachings, or junior disciples from various independent cultivators' groups.

The Quasi-Sage Great Experts who had attended the lectures at Zixiao Palace had been assigned to the viewing platforms suspended high above the clouds.

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Gongming strode from his cave dwelling all the way to the center of the plaza.

Wherever he went, whether it was Xuandu of the Human Teachings, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect,

the ten thousand immortals of the Interception Sect, or even disciples of the Western Teachings, they all looked at him with admiration and awe.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Zhao!"

"Greetings, Senior Brother Gongming!"

"Senior Brother, um... I wanted to ask if you have any magical treasures that don't require wearing a skirt?"

Zhao Gongming smiled and waved in greeting, nodding here,

patting shoulders there. He looked every bit like a leader inspecting the workplace.

"Greetings, fellow Daoists! Thanks for all your hard work!"

"The magical treasure's no problem. As long as you have the materials, the... ahem, the results are guaranteed to satisfy you!"

After making his rounds, Zhao Gongming didn't join the crowd. Instead, he dragged Lu Ya and Cihang along.

The two fellows who shared his lot sneaked off to squat in a corner of the plaza.

The three of them settled into a textbook Asian squat, holding handfuls of melon seeds as they stared up at the viewing platform in the sky.

There sat Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun, Ancestor Minghe, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jun and Tai Yi of the Demon Court,

the Ten Great Demon Sages, Demon Master Kunpeng, East King Duke, Queen Mother of the West, and a host of other top Great Experts of the Primordial Era.

Though they were a long way off, even the ants on the ground could feel the tension in the air.

As he cracked melon seeds, Zhao Gongming asked like a spectator enjoying the show,

"Hey, what do you think?"

"Those big shots up there have had grudges for countless eras. Now they're all gathered together. Surely they won't start fighting, right?"

Lu Ya shelled a peanut and said calmly,

"Don't worry, Senior Brother. My Father Emperor knows better than that. He'll definitely keep up appearances at an occasion like this."

"But... Uncle Di Jiang's another matter. You know what his mouth is like."

Cihang stared at Zhao Gongming, speechless, with a dark look on his face.

"Junior Brother, are you hoping they'll start fighting?"

"This is the Kunlun Sacred Ceremony. A fight wouldn't do anyone any good, would it?"

Zhao Gongming curled his lip and answered with complete conviction,

"Tch. What's the point of living if there's nothing fun to watch?"

"Unlike you, born a Nan Liang with a natural talent for comedy. Your whole life's one big joke."

"You!"

Cihang instantly snapped. His fair face reddened at a visible speed.

White steam even seemed to rise above his head as his whole body flushed red.

"Zhao Gongming, I'll fight you!"

Just as Cihang was about to strangle Zhao Gongming,

"Hey, hey, cut it out. Look up there!"

Zhao Gongming suddenly slapped his thigh in excitement.

"They're about to fight! They really are!"

On the viewing platform, Di Jiang was sitting in his seat, but he couldn't keep still.

He looked this way and that, sometimes rubbing the armrest, sometimes picking at his fingernails.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on Ancestor Minghe, who sat opposite him in a blood-red robe, brimming with killing intent.

Di Jiang's eyes lit up. He put on a look of surprise and called out loudly,

"Well, if it isn't Daoist Minghe!"

"Goodness, you're still alive?"

Ancestor Minghe had been resting with his eyes closed. Hearing that, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he opened his eyes in annoyance.

"Di Jiang, do you even know how to talk?"

"I stayed in the Nether Blood Sea, created the Asura Race, founded the Asura Teachings, and became a force to be reckoned with!"

"Do I look dead to you? Why the hell do you always have to make things sound so insulting?"

At that, Di Jiang snorted twice, folded his arms, and spoke in an extremely sarcastic tone,

"Ohhh..."

"So you're Ancestor Minghe, who imitated Saint Nuwa by creating the Asura Race, but failed to become a saint..."

"Then imitated the Three Pure Ones and the Western Sages by founding a great sect, but still failed to become a saint!"

"Now I remember. There was quite a commotion back then—a lot of thunder, but barely a drop of rain!"

"So after all that fuss, you're still just a Quasi-Sage? How embarrassing."

Crack!

The wineglass in Ancestor Minghe's hand was crushed to powder.

His fists clenched!

His killing intent surged in an instant, and the two killing swords, Yuantu and Abi, hummed behind him.

Di Jiang, on the other hand, showed not the slightest fear. He stared at the magical treasures, his eyes gleaming.

"Di Jiang!"

Ancestor Minghe gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"Don't make me slap you at the grandest ceremony of all time!"

Seeing that Minghe was about to lose control,

Di Jun, seated not far away, suddenly stood up and warned him with a stern expression,

"Daoist Minghe, calm down!"

"Don't fall for it. Whatever you do, don't strike first!"

"He's baiting you. He wants to extort your magical treasures!"

Minghe froze, looking utterly confused.

"Extort my magical treasures? What do you mean? I don't understand."

Seeing that his scheme had been exposed, Di Jiang wasn't embarrassed. He chuckled and gave Minghe a meaningful look.

"It's all right, Brother Minghe. You'll understand someday."

Then Di Jiang turned toward Di Jun, who had ruined his fun, frowned, and shouted,

"Mangy bird, shut up!"

"You talk too much. Don't ruin my fun!"

Before Di Jun could reply, Eastern Emperor Taiyi beside him exploded.

The Chaos Bell appeared at once, hovering above his head and unleashing the imposing might of an Innate Supreme Treasure, suppressing the void.

"Di Jiang!"

"What did you just call my big brother?!"

"You want a fight? Come on, then. This Emperor will spar with you!"

In an instant, the viewing platform was charged with tension. The auras of the Demon Race and the Witch Race clashed violently, while Minghe also stood ready to draw his sword.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, the two victims, now played peacemakers, trying to intervene with bitter expressions.

"Come on, we're all good brothers. There's no need for this, no need at all."

"Do it for my sake, everyone. Don't fight. Really, don't fight."

In the corner, East King Duke cracked melon seeds and silently cheered them on.

"Fight, fight!"

"I want to see rivers of blood. Better yet, beat that scoundrel Di Jiang to death!"

Queen Mother of the West, the Ten Great Demon Sages, and the other Ancestral Witches, meanwhile, all looked utterly baffled.

"What's gotten into these people?"

"The atmosphere's so strange... Why does it feel like they're hiding some kind of secret?"

Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control,

heavenly flowers rained down, Golden Lotuses Springing from the Earth, and purple qi surged from the east!

The supreme might of six Saints descended upon Kunlun Mountain at once!

The Three Pure Ones, the Two Sages of the West, and Empress Nuwa arrived together.

"Silence!"

Laozi spoke softly. By the Word is Law, the entire venue fell silent, and all arguments and killing intent vanished without a trace.

Laozi sat in the clouds, his gaze calm as he spoke slowly.

"The Kunlun Sacred Ceremony begins now."

"This ceremony is meant for exchanging ideas and discussing the Dao. Leave grudges aside, and let bygones be bygones."

"A ring has been set up in the center of the plaza. Disciples of the Four Sects and independent cultivators from all sides may take the stage to test their skills against opponents of the same realm."

"No killing. Stop once a winner is clear."

"We'll use a gauntlet system. The more consecutive victories you win, the more generous the rewards we Saints will grant!"

Those words sent the entire venue into an uproar.

Rewards from the Saints!

That was an incredible opportunity!

However, just as Zhao Gongming was wondering who would be the first to go up and get themselves killed,

he suddenly felt the air beside him tremble.

He turned to look and saw that Huang Long True Person had somehow come over without him noticing.

Now he stood with his head bowed, shoulders trembling violently, both hands clenched into fists.

A strange, feverish light gleamed in his eyes.

He looked possessed, muttering to himself,

"I'll make a name for myself... I'll make a name for myself..."

"I'll amaze everyone... today's the day!"

"Thirty thousand years east of the river, thirty thousand years west of the river!"

"Don't bully a poor young man!"

"Today, I, Huang Long, will make all beings of the Primordial Era see who the real protagonist is!"

Zhao Gongming stared at him in bewilderment, then instinctively shuffled away.

"Holy crap..."

"Has this kid... lost his mind?"

"How many trash-to-treasure novels has he read? He's way too deep into the role!"

[Four-Nothing True Person Huang Long asks for more updates!]

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