Di Jiang Mouth Cannons Ancestor Minghe! Yellow Dragon: Thirty Years East of the River, Don't Bully a Young Man Because He's Poor!

Kunlun Mountain, Main Peak Plaza.

As the Sage's decree was passed down, the plaza was packed with people, a sea of humanity and myriad immortals gathered.

Fortunately, most of those remaining on the plaza were second and third-generation disciples of the Three Teachings and the Western Teachings, or younger cultivators from various rogue cultivator paths.

The Quasi-Saint mighty figures who had attained enlightenment in Purple Cloud Palace were arranged on the Cloud Viewing Platform, suspended high in the clouds.

Zhao Gongming, hands clasped behind his back, strode with a confident gait from his cave dwelling to the center of the plaza.

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

Or the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect, and even disciples of the Western Teachings, they all cast looks of admiration and fear his way.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Zhao!"

"We pay our respects to Senior Brother Gongming!"

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

Zhao Gongming smiled and waved his greetings, nodding here.

Patting a shoulder there, he acted every bit like a leader inspecting work.

"Greetings, fellow Daoists, thank you for your hard work!"

"Magic treasures are easy to discuss, as long as the materials are in place, the posture... cough, the effect will surely satisfy you!"

After a circuit, Zhao Gongming didn't join the throng but instead pulled Lu Ya and Cihang along.

These two unfortunate brothers quietly squatted in a corner of the plaza.

The three maintained a standard Asian squat, holding melon seeds in their hands, and gazed up at the Cloud Viewing Platform high above.

There, 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 Primordial World powers were seated in their respective positions.

Even from a distance, the palpable tension between them was so strong that even the ants on the ground could feel it.

Zhao Gongming cracked melon seeds while asking as if watching a good show.

"Hey, what do you guys think?"

"Those big shots up there, they've had grudges for how many eons? They're all gathered here today, they won't start fighting, will they?"

Lu Ya shelled a peanut and said calmly.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother. My father has it under control. He'll definitely maintain decorum at an occasion like this."

"However... Uncle Di Jiang might be another story. You know his mouth."

Cihang's forehead was covered in black lines as he looked speechlessly at Zhao Gongming.

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

"This is the Kunlun Sacred Canon. A fight would benefit no one, right?"

Zhao Gongming pouted and said righteously.

"Hmph, in this life, if there's no fun to watch, what's the point of living?"

"Unlike you, who was born in Nan Liang and naturally brings the laughs. Your life is just one huge source of amusement."

"You!!"

Cihang instantly lost his composure, his fair face flushing red at a visible rate.

White steam even seemed to rise from his head, his entire being flushed.

"Zhao Gongming, I'll fight you to the death!"

Just as Cihang was about to throttle Zhao Gongming.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop messing around, look up there!"

Zhao Gongming suddenly slapped his thigh excitedly.

"They're going to fight, they're really going to fight!"

On the Cloud Viewing Platform, Di Jiang sat restlessly in his seat.

He looked left and right, fiddling with the armrest of his chair, then picking at his fingernails.

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon Ancestor Minghe, who was opposite him, clad in a blood-red robe and radiating killing intent.

Di Jiang's eyes lit up, and he feigned surprise as he shouted loudly.

"Oh my, isn't this fellow Daoist Minghe?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're still alive?"

Ancestor Minghe, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, felt a vein throb on his forehead upon hearing this. He opened his eyes irritably.

"Di Jiang, can you speak properly?"

"I've been residing in the Nether Blood Sea, creating the Asura Race, establishing the Asura Teachings, and dominating a region!"

"You ask if I'm alive? Are you spewing venom with every word?"

Di Jiang snorted twice upon hearing this, crossing his arms and speaking in an extremely sarcastic tone.

"Oh~~~"

"So it's that Ancestor Minghe who tried to imitate Sage Nuwa and create the Asura Race, but failed to become a Sage..."

"And then tried to imitate the Three Pure Ones and the West in establishing great religions, but still didn't become a Sage!"

"I remember now, the commotion back then was quite significant, all sound and fury, signifying nothing!"

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

Crack!

The wine cup in Ancestor Minghe's hand was instantly crushed into powder.

His fists clenched!

His killing intent boiled over, and the two killing swords, Yuantu and Abi, hummed ominously behind him.

Di Jiang, however, showed no fear, his eyes gleaming greedily at the magic treasure.

"Di Jiang!"

Ancestor Minghe gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"Don't force me to slap you at this grand ceremony!"

Seeing that Ancestor Minghe was about to lose control.

Di Jun, sitting not far away, suddenly stood up, his face stern as he warned.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, calm down!"

"Don't fall for it, absolutely do not make a move!"

"He's fishing, he wants to extort your magic treasure!"

Ancestor Minghe froze, utterly bewildered.

"Extort my magic treasure? What do you mean? I don't understand."

Seeing his scheme exposed, Di Jiang was unfazed. He chuckled and gave Ancestor Minghe a meaningful look.

"It's alright, little brother Minghe, you'll understand in the future."

Then, Di Jiang turned to Di Jun, who had ruined his fun, and his face hardened as he cursed.

"You feathered bird, shut up!"

"You talk too much, don't ruin my good time!"

Before Di Jun could speak, Donghuang Taiyi, standing beside him, exploded.

He instantly summoned the Chaos Bell, which hovered above his head, unleashing the majestic power of an Innate Supreme Treasure and suppressing the void.

"Di Jiang!"

"What did you just call my brother?!"

"You want to fight, huh? Come on, I'll spar with you!"

Instantly, the situation on the cloud platform became tense, with the auras of the Demon Race and the Witch Race clashing fiercely. Ancestor Minghe was also sharpening his blade on the side.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, the victims of this situation, now acted as peacemakers, pleading with bitter expressions.

"Oh dear, we're all brothers, it's not worth it, not worth it."

"Give me some face, everyone, stop fighting, really, stop fighting."

In a corner, East King Duke, while munching on melon seeds, inwardly cheered.

"Fight, fight!"

"I want to see rivers of blood, preferably kill that scoundrel Di Jiang!"

Meanwhile, Queen Mother of the West, the Ten Great Demon Sages, and the other Ancestor Witches looked utterly confused.

"What's wrong with these people?"

"The atmosphere is so strange... why do I feel like they have some unspeakable secret between them?"

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

Flowers rained from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, and purple energy flowed from the east!

The supreme pressure of six Sages simultaneously descended upon Kunlun Mountain!

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

"Silence!"

Laozi's soft command, like a spoken law, instantly silenced the entire venue, dissolving all arguments and killing intent into nothingness.

Laozi sat on the cloud, his gaze serene, and slowly spoke.

"The Kunlun Sacred Convention officially begins."

"This grand ceremony is intended for the exchange of ideas and discussion of the Dao, not for settling grievances or dwelling on the past."

"A stage has been set up in the center of the plaza. All disciples of the Four Sects and rogue cultivators from all factions, who are of the same cultivation realm, are welcome to step onto the stage and test their skills."

"Killing is forbidden. Combat should cease once a clear victor is determined."

"A 'wheel battle' system will be employed. The more consecutive victories one achieves, the more generous the rewards bestowed by us Sages will be!"

As these words were spoken, the entire venue erupted in excitement.

Sage rewards!

That was a heaven-sent opportunity!

However, just as Zhao Gongming was preparing to see who would be the first to rush forward and court death.

He suddenly felt the air around him vibrate.

Turning his head, he saw Yellow Dragon True Person, who had somehow crept up beside him at some point, he didn't know when.

At this moment, Yellow Dragon True Person was lowering his head, his shoulders shaking violently, his fists clenched tightly.

A strange and fanatical glint flickered in his eyes.

He looked as if he were possessed, muttering incoherently to himself.

"Fame... I want fame..."

"A stunning debut... it's today!"

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

"Don't bully a young man for being poor!"

"Today, I, Yellow Dragon, will let all beings in the Primordial World know who the true protagonist is!"

Zhao Gongming was stunned, and instinctively shifted to the side.

"Holy crap..."

"This kid... has he lost his mind?"

"How many trash-to-treasure novels has he read? He's gotten way too invested!"

[Yellow Dragon True Person, seeking encouragement!]

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