Face Must Be Earned with Strength! Xi Huang, Wa Huang!

Just as Qin Mu had guessed.

After rising to his feet, Dijun said with a sincere expression:

"Fellow Daoists of the Three Pure Ones, the Primordial World is in chaos today."

"The Wu Clan is overbearing, while East King Duke proclaims himself the rightful orthodoxy of the Immortal Court and repeatedly provokes us."

"Our Demon Race wishes to rule the Primordial World, and we are in need of mighty experts such as yourselves. Would you be willing to join the Demon Race and forge a great undertaking together?"

The moment Dijun spoke, the hall fell silent.

Hearing this, Qin Mu nearly laughed, inwardly sighing:

What was Dijun thinking?

He actually wanted to recruit the Three Pure Ones?

What kind of beings are the Three Pure Ones? They are Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, born with unyielding pride. How could they be willing to bow their heads and submit to others?

Beyond that, Qin Mu also knew that, among the Three Pure Ones, Yuanshi looked down most upon beings like the Demon Race—those "furred and horned creatures, born from dampness and hatched from eggs."

Dijun trying to recruit the Three Pure Ones—wasn't that simply asking for trouble?

Sure enough, just as Qin Mu had expected.

Before Laozi or Tongtian could respond, Yuanshi had already snorted and said coldly:

"Heh."

"Beings covered in fur and armor dare compare themselves to us Three Pure Ones?"

As he spoke, Yuanshi's tone was indifferent and mocking. His cold eyes flashed like lightning as they fixed directly upon Dijun.

He clearly had no intention whatsoever of showing Dijun any respect.

"Yuanshi, you..."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi flew into a rage upon hearing this.

Boom!

In the next instant, streams of Solar True Fire erupted from his body, and a terrifying aura spread through the air.

His temper was nowhere near as mild as Dijun's.

Yuanshi had insulted their Demon Race so openly. Eastern Emperor Taiyi could not tolerate it.

"Hm?"

Yuanshi glanced at Eastern Emperor Taiyi with utter contempt.

"What?"

"You want to fight me?"

As soon as the words fell, Yuanshi lightly waved his hand. A banner suddenly appeared in his grasp.

What else could it be but the Pangu Banner that Old Ancestor Hongjun had bestowed upon him in Zixiao Palace?

Boom! Boom!

The Pangu Banner emerged, and a might of Hongmeng primordial chaos instantly swept outward, shrouding the entire Heavenly Court.

"This?"

Feeling that overwhelming power, Dijun's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly glanced at Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Seeing this, Eastern Emperor Taiyi was filled with displeasure, but in the end, he still withdrew his aura.

He knew full well that the Three Pure Ones were all Quasi-Saints, and each possessed an Ultimate Treasure bestowed by Old Ancestor Hongjun.

Starting a great battle over such a trivial matter would hardly be worth it.

Moreover, if they truly tore all ties with the Three Pure Ones, it would be no good thing for the Demon Race.

If the Three Pure Ones went to aid the Wu Clan then, the loss would far outweigh the gain.

After all, Dijun had invited the Three Pure Ones to the Heavenly Court in hopes of recruiting them.

He must not end up sending powerful reinforcements to the Wu Clan instead.

Just then, Laozi slowly rose to his feet and smiled at Dijun.

"We appreciate the Heavenly Court's generous invitation, but we Three Pure Ones shall decline!"

As he spoke, Laozi shifted his gaze toward Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Qin Mu.

Then, with a sweep of his sleeve, he turned and left first.

Seeing this, Yuanshi gave a cold snort and closely followed Laozi's footsteps.

Tongtian cast a cold glance at Dijun and Taiyi. He could not even be bothered to offer a polite farewell before leaving with Qin Mu.

Seeing this, Qin Mu inwardly sighed.

He could naturally tell that the Three Pure Ones had not given Dijun and the others the slightest bit of face.

Face had to be earned with strength.

Though Dijun was the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Race, in the eyes of the Three Pure Ones, he was not qualified to receive such respect from them!

After a brief pause, Qin Mu did not dwell on it and hurriedly followed after the Three Pure Ones.

After Qin Mu and the Three Pure Ones departed.

The atmosphere within Lingxiao Palace immediately turned grave.

"Grit..."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi ground his teeth in fury and could not help roaring:

"Damn it!"

"Big Brother, aren't these Three Pure Ones looking down on our Demon Race far too much?"

Earlier in the hall, Yuanshi had shown the Demon Race no respect whatsoever, even calling them furred and horned creatures born from dampness and hatched from eggs to their faces.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi was enraged beyond measure and had nearly been unable to stop himself from attacking.

Dijun's face was dark and solemn. Both his hands were clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles had turned white, while fury churned within his chest.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

But in the end, Dijun took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his anger.

He knew clearly that the present Demon Race could not afford to provoke Quasi-Saints like the Three Pure Ones.

Furthermore, when Old Ancestor Hongjun had delivered his third sermon in Zixiao Palace, he had plainly stated that the Three Pure Ones would all become Saint-level beings in the future.

"Forget it."

"Let them go."

"Some things cannot be forced."

After thinking this over, Dijun shifted his gaze toward Nuwa and Fuxi, who were seated within the hall.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, Fellow Daoist Fuxi."

"I wonder... what are your thoughts?"

As he spoke, Dijun's tone softened somewhat, and expectation filled his eyes.

The Three Pure Ones had looked down on their Demon Race and left in anger.

But Fuxi and Nuwa, brother and sister, shared deep ties with the Demon Race.

Both possessed human heads and serpent bodies, and both were innate great gods. In a sense, the two siblings were themselves members of the Demon Race.

Upon hearing Dijun's question, Nuwa's expression remained calm. She did not answer immediately, merely looking toward her elder brother, Fuxi.

Clearly, she was waiting to see what Fuxi intended.

Fuxi smiled faintly, appearing deep in thought.

Dijun could see it as well. So long as Fuxi nodded in agreement, Nuwa would follow her elder brother's wishes.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi."

Dijun looked at Fuxi with a sincere expression before saying:

"The great momentum of the Primordial World today is one of conflict between the Wu and Demon races, while East King Duke's Immortal Court watches like a tiger stalking its prey."

"Though the Demon Race is strong, we still need one of great wisdom to guide us."

"You are proficient in the art of divination and can peer into the secrets of Heaven. If you join the Demon Race, you will surely help us establish dominion over the Primordial World!"

Hearing this, Fuxi narrowed his eyes slightly, still lost in thought.

What he cultivated was the Dao of the Innate Eight Trigrams. He had long calculated that calamity qi would surge through the Primordial World in the future, and that the conflict between the Wu and Demon races would likely not end peacefully.

But Dijun's words were not without reason.

If the Demon Race truly could rule the Primordial World, perhaps it could reduce some of the slaughter.

After pondering for a long while, resolve flashed through Fuxi's eyes. He nodded and said:

"If that is the case, Fuxi is willing to lend the Demon Race a hand."

Seeing Fuxi agree, Dijun was overjoyed and hurriedly looked toward Nuwa.

Nuwa had not wished to involve herself in the affairs of the Wu and Demon races, but seeing her brother Fuxi agree, and hearing Dijun's earnest words, she could not help letting out a soft sigh.

"So be it. Nuwa is willing to join the Demon Race."

"Haha!!"

"Good! Good!"

Dijun was ecstatic.

Though he had failed to recruit the Three Pure Ones into the Demon Race's camp, winning over Fuxi and Nuwa, brother and sister, was still no small gain.

One had to know that Nuwa had received a treasure bestowed by Hongjun in Zixiao Palace, and he had even granted her the Hongmeng Purple Qi, the Foundation of the Great Dao.

She was destined to become a Saint in the future!

If the Demon Race would have a Saint watching over it in the future, why would it fear not flourishing?

Very soon, Dijun issued an order as the Heavenly Emperor.

From that day onward, Fuxi would be the Demon Race's Xi Huang, while Nuwa would be the Demon Race's Wa Huang.

And the Fortune of the Demon Race Heavenly Court also rose somewhat with the addition of Fuxi and Nuwa.