Does the Golden Crow Belong to the Demon Race? The Witch Clan Descends

On the mountainside of Mount Buzhou lies the dojo of the Demon Sect.

A multitude of mighty beings have gathered; those who listened to the sermons at Purple Heaven Palace, as well as those with ties to Nuwa or the Demon Race, have essentially all arrived.

At this moment, Duke of the East glanced around the circle and remarked with feigned surprise, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, why are the Golden Crows not here to offer their congratulations?"

"The Golden Crows are also born of moisture and eggs, and thus naturally belong to the Demon Race. It is truly improper for them not to come and pay their respects."

As these words fell, the expressions of the gathered experts shifted. It was indeed as Duke of the East had said; the figures of the Three Crows were nowhere to be seen.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian exchanged a knowing smile. It had been so long that they had almost forgotten about the Golden Crows.

They had heard that the one called Ling Xiao had broken through to the Quasi-Sage realm, though it was unclear if the rumor held any truth.

He had once claimed to be on par with the Three Pure Ones, but it seemed now that he had begun to fall behind their pace.

"Duke of the East, as the Head of Male Immortals, the Golden Crows fall under your jurisdiction. Why not step forward and summon them here?"

Kunpeng broke the silence, interjecting with a chuckle. Back in the days at Purple Heaven Palace, Di Jun and Tai Yi had caused him to lose face for no reason.

Today was the perfect opportunity to have Duke of the East summon them, allowing him to vent his pent-up resentment.

Now that he was the Deputy Sect Leader of the Demon Sect, he felt no panic, even if one of the Three Crows was a Quasi-Sage.

Upon hearing this, Baize, who stood to the side, frowned as if wanting to speak, but ultimately held his tongue.

Duke of the East laughed heartily at Kunpeng's suggestion and said, "That is exactly my intention. On the day the Demon Sect is established, as members of the demon kind, the Golden Crows ought to come and celebrate."

He and Kunpeng were of one mind, and he prepared to send his subordinates to the Sun Star at once.

Duke of the East's actions were primarily aimed at exercising his authority as the Head of Male Immortals, hoping to win the conviction of Nuwa and other powerful figures of the Demon Race.

The arrival of Queen Mother of the West had left him with no choice but to act in such a manner.

By using the title of Head of Male Immortals combined with the prestige of the Demon Sect to summon the Golden Crows, Duke of the East believed that even if Ling Xiao possessed formidable strength, he would not dare to refuse lightly.

Unless, of course, he no longer wished to survive in the Primordial Land.

"Hold. Let this matter rest. Whether the Three Crows come to offer congratulations or not is their own freedom; there is no need to trouble Fellow Daoist Duke of the East."

Nuwa, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. Her tone was flat, carrying a hint of chill.

Duke of the East spread his hands and recalled his subordinates. Since the host herself had refused, he naturally found it difficult to persist.

Just then, the entire Mount Buzhou trembled slightly, followed by a series of violent shocks.

"What is happening?" some beings stood up, asking in confusion.

The expressions of the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Duke of the East, and other mighty beings shifted unpredictably, for they had already sensed the impending danger.

"Rumble!"

"Hahaha! The Witch Clan has come to offer congratulations, and the gift is... all of your heads!"

A long roar echoed from the foot of the mountain, followed immediately by twelve black shadows that grew larger and larger, blotting out the sky and sun, until they crossed the mountainside of Mount Buzhou and stood high above, looking down upon them.

Dijiang had used his spatial divine ability to bring the Ancestral Witches to Mount Buzhou without a sound, only revealing their true forms at the last moment to prevent the Demon Sect from sensing their presence and fleeing in advance.

The figures of the Twelve Ancestral Witches stood like twelve pillars of heaven, their gathered momentum incomparable; even the Quasi-Sage experts present felt a suffocating pressure.

"Six Quasi-Sages!"

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian exchanged silent glances, both seeing the gravity in the other's eyes.

In the past millennium, two more Ancestral Witches had reached the Quasi-Sage level.

Aside from the Quasi-Sage experts, all other beings present turned pale, their hearts shaken.

They had only come to offer congratulations; they had not expected the Twelve Ancestral Witches to mobilize in full force.

Across the Primordial Land behind the Ancestral Witches, the Sha Qi surged into the heavens. Millions of Witch Clan warriors roared, their momentum like a rainbow.

They were densely packed, stretching beyond the horizon like ruthless weapons of war, pushing forward toward Mount Buzhou.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, this humble one is merely passing through and has no ties to the Demon Race. Might you allow me to leave?"

One expert said fawningly, wishing not to be drawn into the conflict.

"Passing through?" Dijiang sneered, his gaze sweeping over the experts before quickly landing on the Three Pure Ones.

These three shameless ones are here too... Hmph, if a fight breaks out, it would be troublesome if they stand with the Demon Race...

After a moment of contemplation, Dijiang put away his smile and said indifferently, "This is a matter between my Witch Clan and the Demon Race. Those unrelated, leave at once."

He had already made up his mind to deal with the Demon Race first, and then turn back to settle scores with the Three Pure Ones.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian exchanged a look and departed with swagger.

They had only come to watch the spectacle and naturally would not take up arms against the Twelve Ancestral Witches for the sake of the Demon Sect.

Seeing the Three Pure Ones leave, the rest of the experts scattered like birds and beasts. One moment they were calling the Demon Race brothers, and the next, they acted as if they were strangers.

The Witch Clan was ferocious, and they clearly understood the situation: better a fellow Daoist dies than oneself.

The members of the Demon Race—Nuwa, Kunpeng, and Fuxi—also looked grim. If these experts had not left, they could have certainly clashed with the Witch Clan.

Unfortunately, no one was willing to stay.

Seeing the experts fleeing one after another, Duke of the East felt a stir of hesitation himself.

At this moment, Baize stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Baize greets the Head of Male Immortals!"

Hearing the title "Head of Male Immortals," Duke of the East felt inexplicably comfortable.

"Baize, is there something you need?"

Baize transmitted his voice, "I wish to invite Fellow Daoist Duke of the East to stand with us and jointly oppose the Twelve Ancestral Witches."

Upon hearing this, the expression of Duke of the East shifted slightly, and he said, "Baize, it is not that I will not help you, but the Twelve Ancestral Witches are coming with great momentum. Even with me added, I fear we are no match for them."

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, there are six at the Quasi-Sage level alone, while the Demon Sect only has three. Even adding him, that makes only four, not to mention the remaining Ancestral Witches.

How is one supposed to fight this?

Not running away first is already giving your Demon Race face.

Baize's expression remained unchanged. He paused, then continued, "Head of Male Immortals, to tell you the truth, the Queen Mother of the West, Head of Female Immortals, has a good relationship with our Sect Leader. She will stay to help us. If we add you to the mix, it is not as if we have no chance of winning."

Once these words were spoken, the gaze of Duke of the East faltered. He glanced at the Queen Mother of the West and, noticing she seemed to have no intention of leaving, he began to believe it somewhat.

This is not good news. If the Demon Race completely leans toward the side of the Queen Mother of the West, how is he supposed to get by in the future?

Seeing that Duke of the East was somewhat moved, Baize proceeded to drop a bombshell.

"During the second sermon, the Saint once said that he would accept disciples. If the Head of Male Immortals can maintain the order of the Primordial World during this period, I believe there will certainly be a place for you among the Saint's disciples."

"It is even possible to be the first disciple," Baize emphasized, speaking with a serious face.

After hearing this, the eyes of Duke of the East instantly brightened, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the clear sky.

He had indeed not thought of this point before.

"The Saint made me the Head of Male Immortals to maintain the order of the Primordial World; is this not a test?"

Duke of the East fell into deep thought, and the more he pondered, the more he felt this was the case.

"The third sermon is not far off..." Baize added leisurely.

Duke of the East stood up with a sudden jolt.

With me, the Head of Male Immortals, present, who dares to disrupt the order of the Primordial World?