Scorned by the Boy

Chen Xuan left Kunlun Mountain and headed directly towards the Great Desolate Land.

Now that Dao Ancestor Hongjun's three lectures in Purple Cloud Palace were complete, the prelude to the Witch and Demon Great Calamity was about to begin.

However, the conflict between the Witch and Demon races was not as intense as the internal strife within the Demon Race.

Because Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi wanted to establish the Demon Race Heavenly Court, they were bound to make all the demons in the world submit to them.

This naturally caused resistance from some great demons, so for a time, the entire Great Desolate Land was filled with slaughter.

And the purpose of Chen Xuan's descent from the mountain this time was precisely for this matter.

Of course, Chen Xuan didn't come out to mediate for no reason; he was preparing to take advantage of this opportunity to gain some benefits.

The Demon Race now was different from the Demon Race of later generations; they were all ancient great demons.

Their true forms were either ancient Spiritual Beasts or ancient fierce beasts. Therefore, their physical bodies could definitely be called excellent materials for refining artifacts.

Most importantly, Chen Xuan needed their Demon Cores. Because Chen Xuan wanted to nurture a magic treasure for Tongtian that could suppress the luck of a great sect.

So whenever he encountered slaughter, Chen Xuan would sit in the air and watch the tigers fight from the mountain.

The Demon Cores of those top great demons would naturally be taken away by the victors. However, the Demon Cores of the lesser demons would be left behind.

At this time, Chen Xuan would come out to clean up the battlefield, collecting the Demon Cores of those lesser demons, and at the same time, taking away the physical bodies of the demons that were suitable for refining artifacts.

One day, Chen Xuan was watching the slaughter on the ground from the air, just as he had done before.

He was waiting for them to finish fighting so he could go and clean up the battlefield.

But just then, a Taoist wearing a red robe came from the opposite direction.

Chen Xuan looked closely and realized he actually knew this person.

It was none other than the Red Cloud Ancestor, who had picked the Purple-Red Gourd in Kunlun Mountain that day.

The Red Cloud Ancestor naturally recognized Chen Xuan and knew Chen Xuan's status in the eyes of Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

So he quickly stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Little friend Chen Xuan, why are you here?"

Although the Red Cloud Ancestor called Chen Xuan "little friend," Chen Xuan did not consider himself a junior.

Instead, he bowed and said, "So it is Uncle-Master Red Cloud, this disciple offers his respects."

After all, the Red Cloud Ancestor was also a guest in Purple Cloud Palace and could be considered a disciple of Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Therefore, it was reasonable and proper for Chen Xuan to address the Red Cloud Ancestor as Uncle-Master.

The Red Cloud Ancestor smiled and waved his hand at Chen Xuan, "This Uncle-Master, this poor Taoist dare not accept. From now on, let's interact as peers.

It's just that this poor Taoist is curious why little friend is here. Could it be that among the demons fighting below, there are friends of little friend?"

Chen Xuan smiled and shook his head, "I just happened to pass by here and saw people fighting below, so I simply stopped to watch the excitement.

I wonder where Uncle-Master Red Cloud is rushing to in such a hurry. Could it be that Uncle-Master Red Cloud has already comprehended the mysteries within the Primordial Violet Qi?"

Logically speaking, at this time, those who had listened to the lecture in Purple Cloud Palace should be in seclusion, digesting the Great Dao they had heard in Purple Cloud Palace.

Of course, this excluded those like Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who were busy establishing the Heavenly Court.

The Red Cloud Ancestor smiled and shook his head. "That Primordial Violet Qi is obscure and difficult to comprehend. For hundreds of years, this poor Daoist has had no clue."

"Now, it just so happens that my old friend Zhen Yuanzi's Ginseng Fruit at his home has ripened. So, this poor Daoist is preparing to go to my old friend's place for a drink."

Hearing the Red Cloud Ancestor mention Zhen Yuanzi and say that the Ginseng Fruit at his home had ripened, Chen Xuan couldn't help but have some ulterior motives.

He immediately smiled and said, "Uncle Red Cloud, I happen to have nothing to do. May I go with you?"

The Red Cloud Ancestor was originally a famous good-natured person in the Great Desolate, and he didn't know what refusal was at all.

So, he nodded without hesitation. "Since little friend is interested, let's go together."

As they spoke, the Demon Race below had already decided the victor.

Those defeated Demon Race members were forcibly taken to the Heavenly Court by the people sent by the Heavenly Court. Only a field of corpses was left behind.

Chen Xuan bowed to the Red Cloud Ancestor. "Uncle Red Cloud, please wait a moment. I'll be right back."

After Chen Xuan finished speaking, he descended from the clouds and came to the side of the bloody battlefield.

Broken magical treasures, Demon Cores of the Demon Race, and the bodies of the Demon Race suitable for refining artifacts were all collected into Chen Xuan's Universe Bag.

Then, he didn't forget to wave his hand and bury the unsightly Demon Race corpses on the spot.

Then he returned to the sky and smiled at the Red Cloud Ancestor, saying, "Uncle Red Cloud, we can go now."

At this time, the Red Cloud Ancestor's gaze towards Chen Xuan had a hint of confusion, along with a hint of inquiry.

Chen Xuan naturally knew that he had to give the Red Cloud Ancestor an explanation, lest he become suspicious.

Chen Xuan sighed helplessly and said, "Uncle Red Cloud doesn't know. I have a soft heart and can't bear to see others' bodies exposed in the wilderness."

"That's why I took action to bury their bodies, so they can rest in peace."

Chen Xuan said this with great sadness, as if he had truly only buried their bodies and hadn't taken anything from them.

Not only did the Red Cloud Ancestor not doubt Chen Xuan's words, but he also nodded with a look of praise.

"Little friend actually has such a compassionate heart. No wonder the Dao Ancestor favors little friend so much."

It wasn't that the Red Cloud Ancestor didn't see Chen Xuan collecting the Demon Cores. He just didn't take those Demon Cores to heart.

After all, with Chen Xuan's cultivation, even if he wanted high-level Great Demon Demon Cores, he could easily obtain them.

There was no need to do the work of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Because in the Great Desolate, killing was normal.

Subsequently, the Red Cloud Ancestor and Chen Xuan went together towards the direction of Longevity Mountain Five Villages Temple.

At least a hundred miles away from Longevity Mountain, Chen Xuan saw flashes of golden light in front of him.

"Uncle Red Cloud, is that golden light flashing ahead the Dao Field of Uncle Zhen Yuan, the Five Villages Temple?"

"That's right, that golden light is the Ginseng Fruit Tree. It just happens to be ripe now, so we've come at the right time."

After speaking, he pulled Chen Xuan and directly descended from the clouds towards the direction of the Five Villages Temple.

A hundred miles was just a flick of a finger's distance in front of these cultivators.

So in the blink of an eye, Chen Xuan and the Red Cloud Ancestor appeared outside the Five Villages Temple.

Standing outside the Five Villages Temple at this time were two young boys, none other than Zhen Yuanzi's two boys, Qingfeng and Mingyue.

The two first bowed to the Red Cloud Ancestor, and then Qingfeng said with a smile, "Master knew that Ancestor Red Cloud would come today. So he specifically had us two wait here."

It seems the Red Cloud Ancestor frequently visited Zhen Yuanzi to eat and drink, to the point where even the two boys, Qingfeng and Mingyue, were used to it.

At the same time, Mingyue's gaze fell upon Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan did not resemble the Red Cloud Ancestor in appearance; instead, he had clear features and looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Therefore, Mingyue naturally didn't take Chen Xuan seriously and asked the Red Cloud Ancestor, "Ancestor Red Cloud, is this your new disciple? He doesn't look like much, does he?"