The Demon Clan Must Die Again

"Stop!" Qing Xuanzi arrived in time, halting the momentum of the Witch and Demon sides who were about to start fighting.

"Brother Qing Xuanzi, the feathered bird captured Sister Xuan Ming."

"Nonsense! You were the ones who captured my youngest nephew!"

As soon as Houtu finished speaking, Taiyi on the other side became enraged and immediately started cursing.

"Stop." Seeing that the two groups were about to continue their verbal spat, Qing Xuanzi roared, stopping them.

Qing Xuanzi had already calculated what was happening as soon as Houtu spoke.

"Senior Sister Nüwa, keep an eye on them and don't let them fight again. I'll be back shortly."

Qing Xuanzi said to Nüwa beside him, and his figure disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already at Mount Sumeru.

"Jie Yin, Zhunti, come out. Don't hide." Qing Xuanzi wasn't angry.

He knew that these two didn't have the guts to cause trouble, especially not by simultaneously provoking both the Witch and Demon races.

There was only one possibility for them to do this: the Heavenly Dao had instructed them, and likely made promises, such as regaining their Saint status.

"Junior Brother Qing Xuanzi, we had our difficulties." Jie Yin and Zhunti appeared, and Zhunti said with a bitter face.

"Call them out. You don't need me to do it, right?"

"Hand them over, hand them over, immediately." It was a joke. Even if they were given ten times the courage now, they wouldn't dare not hand them over.

When they were Saints before, they could still be arrogant, but this time, arrogance meant death.

Soon, Xuan Ming and the tenth Golden Crow walked out.

"Qing Xuanzi, you must kill these two. They actually dared to capture me!" As soon as Xuan Ming saw Qing Xuanzi, she said with a murderous look on her beautiful face.

The killing intent was almost tangible, startling Zhunti and the other person greatly.

Fortunately, Qing Xuanzi had no intention of killing them, which slightly eased their minds.

Just then, the sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, but after a while, it cleared up again.

Qing Xuanzi knew that Hongjun had likely stopped the Heavenly Dao's actions.

"Let's go, Sister Xuan Ming. I'll explain to you later."

"It's Sister. How old are you? You dare call me sister? I'm not that little fool Houtu who calls everyone brother."

"Alright, alright, Sister Xuan Ming. Can we go now?"

"Hmph, that's more like it."

Qing Xuanzi felt like he was at odds with goddesses. Why were none of them easy to deal with? Houtu was a bit easier to fool.

Taking Xuan Ming and the tenth Golden Crow, he returned to the place where the Witch and Demon conflict had started.

"Ah, Sister Xuan Ming, that feathered bird didn't bully you, did it?"

"I'm fine. It was Zhunti and Jie Yin who captured me."

Now both the Witch and Demon races knew what was going on, and they immediately howled, wanting to flatten Mount Sumeru.

Before, they didn't dare to say such things. Even when they were bullied, they could only endure it. After all, the other party was a Saint.

But now it was different. They were merely Quasi-Saint Peaks, so they could just push through directly.

"Stop, I said, are none of you using your brains? Didn't I tell you? The higher-ups shouldn't make a move.

The higher-ups shouldn't make a move, but you guys are doing great, treating my words like wind in your ears, right? Fine, then you continue.

Don't come crying to me if you die."

Qing Xuanzi was a bit annoyed. Why were they so easily provoked? They would explode as soon as they were provoked, explode as soon as they were provoked.

"Who told you we couldn't contact you?" Houtu whispered softly.

"Alright, alright, this time it's my fault for disappearing, okay? You guys go back first. I'll find you after I've dealt with the Demon Race's matters."

Qing Xuanzi didn't bother arguing with them and told the Ancestral Witches to go back and wait.

He planned to deal with the Demon Race first, after all, they were the ones who had to die once first.

After arriving at the Demon Court, Qing Xuanzi glanced at Nüwa, who slightly turned her head away.

Qing Xuanzi sighed. It seemed he still had to be the one to speak.

"Dijun, leave Taiyi, Fuxi, and the Ten Great Demon Saints. Let the other demons retreat."

Dijun followed his instructions and kept the Ten Great Demon Saints.

Qing Xuanzi looked around. Bai Ze, as the head of the Ten Great Demon Saints, was ranked only below Taiyi and Fuxi.

The others were, in order: Ying Zhao, Fei Dan, Jiu Ying, Shang Yang, Ji Meng, Qin Yuan, Ci Tie, Gui Che, and Fei Lian.

"Now that all the Quasi-Saint level demons are here, I'll just say it directly. The Demon Race still has to die once."

Dijun, Taiyi, and Fuxi, who were sitting at the head, all turned pale.

Dijun looked as if he had been completely drained, slumping in his seat.

"I refuse to accept this." The ones who spoke were Gui Che and Jiu Ying.

These two were the most hot-tempered among the Demon Saints. Upon hearing that their fate after enduring for so long was still this, they immediately refused.

"Shut up." Nüwa roared, causing their minds to tremble and a trace of blood to spill from the corners of their mouths.

Qing Xuanzi sighed. He knew Nüwa's intention was to prevent these demons from angering him.

Therefore, she had punished them beforehand.

Among the demons present, only one remained completely still. This demon was Bai Ze, known as the intelligence ceiling of the Demon Race.

"May I ask, Saint Qing Xuanzi, is it merely dying once?"

"Yes, do you have any other questions?"

"This humble demon has no more questions."

Dijun looked at Bai Ze, who was talking to Qing Xuanzi, with a puzzled expression, his eyes full of doubt.

Has this Bai Ze also become muddled? Is there still a need to ask about dying once? Could it be that you can die twice?

Qing Xuanzi already knew that Bai Ze likely understood, the difference being that he didn't know the specific plan yet.

"If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask Bai Ze. If the Demon Clan didn't have him,

I estimate you wouldn't be much different from the Witch Race. I won't go into detail about the specific plan.

Anyway, what I can guarantee is that after you die once, not only will your cultivation not regress, but on the contrary,

it might even advance. Does anyone else have any objections?"

Fuxi was the first to realize. He heard the hidden meaning in Qing Xuanzi's words: die once, advance.

This explained the problem very well. If anyone else had said such a counter-intuitive thing, he wouldn't have believed it at all.

However, these words were spoken by Qing Xuanzi, the first being in the Primordial Era to attain the Mixed Origin Great Luo Golden Immortal Dao.

He believed it, and he also saw no abnormality in his sister's eyes.

This was extremely unusual. It was very likely that the Dao Ancestor and the Saints had already made arrangements.

Moreover, he believed that all of this was Qing Xuanzi's doing. If not for this, he wouldn't have come to the Demon Clan.

"Saint Qing Xuanzi, I, Fuxi, on behalf of the Demon Clan, thank the Saint for your great kindness."

"No, Fellow Daoist Fuxi, you have been kind to the Human Race, so addressing each other as fellow Daoists is sufficient."

Qing Xuanzi didn't want to see Nüwa's expression. As soon as Fuxi spoke, Nüwa became a little displeased.

If Qing Xuanzi didn't take the initiative, it would likely become another muddled affair.

"Taiyi, originally I promised you that the Eastern Emperor Bell would be returned after a hundred thousand years, but,

now the Eastern Emperor Bell has been given to Tongtian by me. To compensate for your loss,

I specifically acquired two top-grade congenital spiritual treasures, one for offense and one for defense."

After Qing Xuanzi finished speaking, he directly took out the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Flag and the Twenty-Four Sea Stabilizing Divine Pearls and handed them to Taiyi.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi was still somewhat pleasantly surprised. He hadn't been optimistic about Qing Xuanzi's promise to return it after a hundred thousand years.

He had only considered it an excuse.

Afterward, when he learned about the future demise of the Demon Clan, he simply didn't mention it again.

He just hoped that Qing Xuanzi would help the Demon Clan out of consideration for the treasures, so that the Demon Clan could overcome the difficulties.

Unexpectedly, such a good thing happened, so he quickly said, "Thank you, Saint Qing Xuanzi."

"Report! A scout reports: Nether River and another are intercepting and killing Hong Yun!" A report from the Demon Clan came from outside the door.