After asking about Xi's situation, Hongjun felt a little wistful. Everything seemed to be following his planned course, yet he still could not quite trust Qin Fen. That guy's ability to derail things was no joke. Even the Heavenly Dao could not predict it.
Of course, he did not particularly trust that turncoat Heavenly Demon, either.
What Hongjun did not know was that things had already fucking gone off the rails.
Carrying the doll, Heavenly Demon began searching the hotel for Chameleon, his heart full of unease. He had never expected Qin Fen to be so ruthless this time, actually recording a video. "I've hunted geese for years, and today one pecked me in the eye." Heavenly Demon had never guarded against Big Chef having another trick like this. Really, it all came down to his lack of understanding of the Mortal Realm.
Or rather, as lofty gods and demons, they did not think much of human methods. This was true not just of Heavenly Demon, but of the immortals as well. They believed in power and worshipped it. The Immortal Realm seemed peaceful, but to borrow an old cliché, might made right.
Why did the Three Pure Ones stand above everyone else? Because they were Saints. Why had Lady Nüwa's name endured through the ages, and why did she command all demons? Because she was the Demon Tribe's Saint. "Saint" was not merely a term for status, but a symbol of strength.
Naturally, all cultivators devoted their lives to attaining the Dao in pursuit of transcendence, looking down on humans as mere ants. What Qin Fen had always wanted to do was change their thinking. They needed to come down to earth, start at the grassroots, and truly connect with the people, help them, and teach them! Human wisdom