"Disperse!"
A young man's voice rang out, calming the surging magic power within Ao Qin.
The three demons turned toward the mountain. A young man with a sword on his back was walking down from above.
With a single step, he appeared before the two children.
The tiger demon's pupils contracted, and he instinctively took several steps back.
Even setting everything else aside, he couldn't discern the slightest hint of how the young man had done that. It was obvious that the man before them was a Great Power.
"I, Hu Li of the Demon Race, pay my respects to Senior!"
Though Hu Li bowed in greeting, he was really invoking the power backing him.
"Senior, this child is a remnant of the Chilong Clan, whom the Demon Race seeks. Please don't meddle in this matter."
After speaking, Hu Li looked at Tongtian confidently.
In the past, whenever he said this, even cultivators with great supernatural powers dared not offend the Demon Race. Some would even give them a wide berth.
He assumed this time would be no different.
"The Demon Race?!"
Sword intent flickered in Tongtian's eyes, as if it could cleave the Nine Heavens and shatter the void.
"You creatures born from eggs and transformed from dampness dare swagger into my Daoist grounds? You truly have no understanding of fate!"
After Tongtian spoke, he made no visible move, yet Hu Li's entire body crumbled into dust and vanished from the world.
"Eldest Brother!"
The deer demon and the sheep demon cried out in grief.
They glared at Tongtian with murderous eyes.
The three demons had grown up together and been brothers for hundreds of thousands of years. Their bond was stronger than family. How could they keep their fury in check when they saw Hu Li killed?
But before they could act, a Jade Ruyi flew in from the horizon and struck them squarely on the forehead.
The Jade Ruyi then flew back and landed in the hands of a middle-aged man.
"Thank you, Immortals, for protecting us!"
Ao Qin was the first to react. She hurriedly pulled her younger brother down to his knees.
Primordial Lord stepped in front of them. Holy power flowed from him and lifted the boy into the air.
"I am Primordial Lord. Are you willing to take me as your master?"
His expression was indifferent, with no hint of excitement.
He hadn't noticed it while he was atop the mountain, but now that he saw the boy, he realized he was merely a yellow dragon who had obtained the Xuanhuang Qi of Creation.
Though the boy had a decent lineage, he didn't meet Primordial Lord's standards for a disciple.
Had he not comprehended the Heavenly Dao and sensed that he and the boy were bound by a master-disciple fate, he would have turned and left at once.
"Huh?"
Huanglong struggled in midair and looked helplessly at his sister.
"Little brother, hurry and accept the Immortal's offer!"
Ao Qin was overjoyed. She hurriedly whispered to him.
With the Chilong Clan wiped out, they were like strays without a home. If her younger brother could become this Great Power's disciple, then even if he couldn't avenge their clan, at least his future would be secure.
"This disciple, Huanglong, pays respects to Master!"
Huanglong knelt in midair and spoke reverently.
"Good. Come with me, then."
Primordial Lord withdrew his holy power, and Huanglong fell to the ground. He spoke calmly, as though he were merely completing a task.
Huanglong rubbed his sore bottom. When he saw Primordial Lord turn to leave, he hurriedly called out.
"Master, what about my sister?"
He looked at his sister, who was still kneeling, and wanted to take her with him.
"I am taking only you as my disciple. Anyone else who has no business here must leave Kunlun."
Huanglong's little face filled with resistance. Just as he was about to argue, Ao Qin rushed over and clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Little brother, you mustn't argue with Master. Don't worry, go and cultivate. Your sister will find a way to escape the Demon Court's clutches. Once you've made progress in your cultivation, I'll come see you."
Afraid of displeasing Primordial Lord and losing this opportunity, Ao Qin hurried to reassure him. From Primordial Lord's expression, he didn't seem particularly attached to her little brother.
"Good. It's a promise!"
Huanglong was still young. Hearing Ao Qin's words, he believed her at once.
"It's a promise!"
Long after Huanglong had disappeared from sight, Ao Qin's forced smile faded. Her little face was filled with uncertainty about the life ahead.
"What do you plan to do now?"
Tongtian's voice suddenly rang out. Looking at the little girl before him, he felt a pang of pity.
Only then did Ao Qin remember that another Great Power was standing nearby. She hastily wiped away her tears and bowed to Tongtian in thanks.
"Thank you, Immortal, for coming to our aid. I don't know what I'll do from here."
Ao Qin was like a wounded little beast, left to lick her wounds alone.
"Are you willing to take me as your master?"
Tongtian asked directly, without hesitation.
If his second brother could take a disciple, why couldn't he?
More than anything, he liked the girl before him. Her choice to sacrifice herself to protect her younger brother had won his heart.
Hearing this, Ao Qin didn't accept at once. Instead, she looked at Tongtian hesitantly.
"Immortal... the Chilong Clan offended the Demon Court. I'm afraid..."
She didn't finish, but the meaning was clear.
It was one thing for her younger brother alone to become the Immortal's disciple. But if the last two members of the Chilong Clan both entered Kunlun, the Demon Race might think they were deliberately setting themselves against them.
Tongtian paused, then laughed.
"The Demon Race is nothing. I, Tongtian, don't even take them seriously."
Seeing Tongtian's confidence, Ao Qin stopped hesitating and hurriedly knelt.
"This disciple, Ao Qin, pays respects to Master!"
"Hahaha!"
Tongtian laughed heartily, then stepped forward and helped Ao Qin to her feet.
"Good. From now on, you are my disciple, Tongtian's!"
"As for the Demon Court!"
Tongtian drew the Green Duckweed Sword from his hand. His figure swayed, and a white-robed Tongtian stepped out.
"Greetings, my true self!"
When Ao Qin saw the Good Corpse, she ran in fright behind Tongtian and hid there, clutching the hem of his robe.
"Don't be afraid. This is one of my three corpses."
Tongtian smiled faintly. The girl had seemed so resolute just moments ago, yet now she was so timid.
"Sorry for the trouble, fellow Daoist!"
"It's only right."
The Good Corpse took the Green Duckweed Sword and headed for the Demon Court.
Northern Region.
The Ten Thousand Mountains.
A sword qi shot into the sky, cleaving the stars in every direction before descending upon the Demon Court.
Countless members of the Demon Race stared in terror at the tremendous sword qi hanging over them like the vault of heaven. Some demons whose minds were unsteady were so frightened that their Dao hearts shattered and their minds fell into chaos.
"Clang!"
A distant, resonant bell rang, blocking the sword qi.
Taiyi wore an imperial robe, his imposing presence spanning the Nine Heavens. At that moment, however, he frowned at Tongtian, who stood not far away.
"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, we haven't offended you, have we?!"
Neither Di Jun nor Taiyi wanted to offend the Three Pure Ones.
After all, they were Hongjun's disciples, with boundless futures ahead of them. They might even become Sages.
And now that they had seen Tongtian sever his three corpses ahead of them, their pupils had contracted in wariness.
"Your Demon Race trespassed on Kunlun, the sacred grounds, and attempted to slaughter others. How have you not offended me?"
Taiyi's face turned ashen. In his heart, he cursed the reckless demon who had brought this upon them.
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist. I'll make that demon answer to you."
Realizing that his side was in the wrong, Taiyi had no choice but to apologize.
Though it cost him some face, his Demon Court was already beset by danger. The Witch Race was a formidable enemy, and they had also offended the Immortal Court.
If they displeased the Three Pure Ones as well, there would truly be no way to turn things around.
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