Dan Jing: Don't Make Me Slap You While I'm Happy!

With his legs crossed.

Dan Jing sat comfortably beside an immortal table, leaning against his chair, utterly at ease.

He raised his wine cup and took a small sip.

Then he sighed with feeling:

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"This feeling... damn, it hits the spot!"

After taking a sip of wine, Dan Jing ate a bite of food too—

He was not the sort who drank without eating!

Just as he lounged about in comfort, eagerly awaiting the opening of the good show.

Inside the pavilion beneath the Wutong Tree on Fengqi Mountain.

Nuwa had already harbored immense resentment toward Dan Jing, and upon seeing him act this way, her sacred, noble, breathtakingly beautiful face could not help turning pale, then green.

In the end.

It turned terrifyingly red!

At the side.

Even Fuxi, who had always prided himself on being calm, refined, and easygoing, began breathing heavily.

How should one put it?

He did not actually mind Dan Jing watching the show from the shadows; even if his gaze was completely undisguised, it was no problem!

After all, there were seas of powerful beings from every corner of heaven and earth watching the show.

No matter how intense Dan Jing's gaze was, it was merely one among many!

But damn it—

Bringing snacks and wine, an immortal table and chairs, then sitting so leisurely as though he were some honored guest watching a play, openly watching outside Fengqi Mountain—was that not going too far?

He simply did not take Fuxi and his sister Nuwa seriously at all!

"Hmph!"

Her face flushed red, Nuwa gave a cold snort.

Then she took a step forward, her figure transforming into a streak of Creation immortal light, appearing in the skies outside Fengqi Mountain in an instant.

Seeing this.

Fuxi also frowned and closely followed after her, appearing in the skies outside Fengqi Mountain.

After the brother and sister appeared, both looked from afar at Dan Jing, who was shelling pine nuts.

She opened her mouth.

Just as Nuwa was about to speak, Fuxi stopped his sister, who had long-standing grievances with Dan Jing.

Taking a step forward.

Fuxi took the initiative and said:

"Fellow Daoist Dan Jing, what brings you here?"

Crack!

Shelling a pine nut, Dan Jing casually tossed it into his mouth.

After his golden eyes glanced at Fuxi, he said nothing, nor did he have any interest in answering his question.

That attitude caused a trace of anger to rise in Fuxi.

He spoke again:

"Fellow Daoist Dan Jing..."

Crack!

Fuxi had only just addressed Dan Jing when his words were interrupted by the sound of Dan Jing shelling another pine nut.

Then.

Those golden eyes, calm yet detached, formally settled on Fuxi, carrying a profound oppressive force.

The smile at Dan Jing's lips and the leisure in his demeanor had both faded by a fraction.

He looked at Fuxi, whose words had been cut short under the pressure of his gaze.

His right index finger and thumb came together in a light pinch.

Smiling, he said:

"Good boy—"

"Close that little mouth!"

"Don't make me slap you while I'm happy!"

As his words fell.

Dan Jing's golden eyes, now carrying a chill, shifted to the red-faced Nuwa. After giving her one glance, he withdrew them.

A defeated opponent was not worth mentioning!

"You..."

Nuwa grew even angrier, her face flushing even redder as she was about to step forward and curse Dan Jing.

Smack!

Fuxi raised a hand to stop Nuwa, his brows tightly furrowed and his face grave.

He advised her:

"Little sister, forget it."

At the same time.

Fuxi directly transmitted his thoughts to Nuwa, explaining the stakes involved:

"What matters more right now is dealing with the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race, not bickering with Daoist Dan Jing."

"And—"

"That Daoist Dan Jing... he really will make a move!"

Hearing Fuxi's transmission, Nuwa's expression froze.

Ah, right—

That really was true!

Having bottled up her grievances for so long, she had gotten a little carried away just now and nearly forgotten that this Sun Star lunatic, that chaos-loving troublemaker, was a brute who would beat you up the moment he said he would.

If she kept provoking him...

Nuwa felt that she and her brother would not even need to exchange blows with the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race.

They would—

Already be sprawled on the ground, howling in agony!

At that thought.

Nuwa instantly reined in all her anger and resentment toward Dan Jing, suppressing it deep in her heart.

That had been close—

Had Fuxi not reminded her, she would have lost her composure.

That Sun Star lunatic, that chaos-loving troublemaker, was truly poisonous—

He was far too capable of stirring up other people's emotions.

"Big Brother is right."

After calming down, Nuwa replied to Fuxi, then simply withdrew her gaze and stopped looking at Dan Jing.

Out of sight, out of mind.

No anger!

She was Nuwa—

The Sage Realm's closed-door disciple, broad-minded beyond measure, not angry at all... not angry!

Seeing that his sister had calmed down.

Fuxi could not help breathing a sigh of relief—

He had truly feared Nuwa would throw caution to the wind and directly start fighting Dan Jing!

Of course.

There was nothing unusual about fighting; in the Primordial World, there were plenty of cultivators who started throwing hands at the slightest disagreement.

The main issue was—

The two siblings simply could not defeat Dan Jing!

Going up would mean nothing but getting beaten up. No one would be willing to do that.

Not long after Fuxi and Nuwa lowered their banners and drums, completely ignoring Dan Jing.

Outside Fengqi Mountain.

The contingent from Pangu Divine Hall, led by more than ten Grand Witches and numbering over ten thousand Witch Race members, had arrived outside Fengqi Mountain.

Over ten thousand people was not much.

Spread out beyond Fengqi Mountain, they did not look particularly imposing. Fortunately, the presence of more than ten Grand Witches was enough to make up for their lack of numbers.

Looking at Fengqi Mountain, where the mountain-protecting grand formation had been activated.

After exchanging glances, the more than ten Grand Witches all turned their gazes toward the strongest among them.

Facing everyone's attention, that Grand Witch neither hesitated nor feigned modesty.

He directly strode two large steps toward Fengqi Mountain.

Then called out loudly:

"Grand Witch Yi has come at Ancestral Witch Hou Tu's command to deliver a message. I ask that this place's master show themself for a meeting!"

What Yi said was not bad—

Although his voice was thunderously loud and nearly deafening, he was still rather polite!

So much so that.

The many powerful beings watching Fengqi Mountain from all corners of heaven and earth could not help feeling greatly astonished and surprised.

Judging solely from the Twelve Ancestral Witches' previous arrogance and conceit, as well as their observations of the Witch Race over these years.

The entire Witch Race—

From the Twelve Ancestral Witches above to an ordinary Witch Race clansman below, did not have a single easygoing person among them!

How had it come to this Grand Witch Yi, and his speech had become so refined and courteous?

Your style had gone a little too far off course!

Where had the Witch Race's domineering arrogance gone?

As a Grand Witch of the Witch Race, you needed to stand tall—do not disgrace yourself!

The powerful beings from every corner of heaven and earth were surprised and astonished.

But the Witch Race Grand Witches and clansmen who had come together with Yi were not surprised at all.

As Grand Witches and clansmen serving under Ancestral Witch Hou Tu, they all knew Yi's temperament very well.

Under normal circumstances—

Yi was considered entirely gentle, polite, and easy to talk to within the Witch Race.

At this moment.

In the skies above Fengqi Mountain, after hearing Yi's call, both Nuwa and Fuxi were stunned!

He...

Was so courteous, so polite!

At first.

Both Fuxi and Nuwa had thought that the Witch Race forces might spout wild boasts or foul abuse.

They had even thought they might directly attack Fengqi Mountain!

Yet they had never expected—

After arriving, the other side had first called out to request a meeting, and their words had even been rather courteous and polite.

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

That really was a rare sight.

Compared to this courteous and polite Grand Witch Yi.

The madman, lunatic, chaos-loving troublemaker Dan Jing at the side, eating pine nuts, drinking wine, eating side dishes, and watching the grand show, was practically the lowest pit of courtesy in the Primordial World.

Damn—

Even the Witch Race was more polite than Dan Jing!