The Buzhou Mountain Spirit Who Loved Breaking Up Fights!

By then, the Three Masters had also finished refining their treasures.

The Three Pure Ones were just about to show them off. After all, their disciple had found these treasures for them, so they were in quite good spirits.

Just then, terrifying sounds of battle rang out, and all of Buzhou Mountain began to tremble violently. Someone was apparently fighting on the mountain, and the battle was fierce.

This infuriated Wang Shi. Which bastard was trying to tear apart my true body? They must be courting death.

All of Buzhou Mountain began to shake violently. The battle seemed to be growing ever more intense.

Before the Pangu Temple.

Demon Emperor Taiyi and Fire God Zhurong had come to blows at the first disagreement.

Both had explosive tempers, and with the Witch Clan and Demon Tribe perpetually at odds, even half a sentence was too much when their words clashed.

And so a fierce battle broke out.

Relying on their strength in numbers, the Demon Tribe went straight to war with the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Both sides fought with gusto.

The fierce battle immediately affected Buzhou Mountain. Countless living beings fled, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.

"You filthy demons killed my people, and now you want peace talks? Not a chance!"

"We'll take this opportunity to slaughter every last one of you today! Brothers, attack!"

Dijiang and the others somehow joined the battle.

Especially once Dijiang faced Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Under the suppressive might of the Eastern Emperor Bell, Dijiang took a miserable beating.

Watching anxiously from the sidelines, Houtu had no choice but to join the fight.

These demons were simply too hateful. If there was a misunderstanding, they could have cleared it up, yet they had actually attacked with lethal force.

Just as the fighting between the two sides reached a fever pitch.

A party of four hurried over.

"What are you doing? Tearing the place down? You lot have damaged public and private property. Every one of you is paying compensation!"

Amid the battling crowd, a fellow wielded his fists, sending everyone he saw flying with a single punch apiece.

He was utterly ruthless, launching sneak attacks right from the start without the slightest dignity of a mighty expert.

Soon, the whole crowd had been brought under control.

They had wanted to resist, to be sure, but then they saw the three imposing figures behind the newcomer.

Their auras soared into the heavens, and a wave of Quasi-Saint pressure bore down on the crowd. No one dared make a move.

"Now, can you tell me why you're fighting here? Don't you know Buzhou Mountain is my territory? My territory, my rules. Who gave you permission to start fighting?"

He had one foot planted on a Great Demon as he spoke with outrageous arrogance.

At that moment, Wang Shi had only one thought. Having powerful backing really does feel amazing.

He scrutinized the demons before him, then turned his gaze toward Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun nearby.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the two Demon Emperors all stared at this scene in shock.

He had exercised considerable restraint, giving them plenty of face by not actually attacking them.

He had merely separated the two sides.

"Can we talk now?"

Wang Shi looked at Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

If he had not been wary of the Eastern Emperor Bell in Taiyi's hands, what would it matter that they were two Demon Emperors? He would have given each of them a slap, too, and spared neither.

Demon Emperor Taiyi's face was livid as he spoke, feeling rather wronged.

"You can't blame us for this. The Witch Clan simply went too far. We came in good faith, hoping to advance the peace talks. Who knew these brutes would start fighting at the first disagreement without even giving me a chance to speak?"

Wang Shi's expression immediately darkened. These Ancestral Witches were absolutely capable of such a thing. They had never bothered to use their brains.

Finally, he turned his gaze toward Dijiang nearby.

Dijiang had turned his livid face away, stubborn as a dead duck whose beak remained stiff.

Wang Shi could only turn to Houtu beside him.

"Little Tu, you tell me. What exactly happened here?"

Houtu glanced timidly at her elder brothers.

Seeing that they said nothing, she explained the entire sequence of events in detail.

She did not add oil to the fire or embellish anything, though a trace of displeasure still entered her voice when she spoke of the Demon Tribe.

The main issue was that the demons had immediately struck to kill, enraging the Ancestral Witches.

Wang Shi offered little comment on what each side was concerned about.

After all, the two sides had different approaches to fighting. Once they were already battling to the death, how could they possibly hold back?

"By fighting on Buzhou Mountain, you have severely damaged my true body. As the injured party, I now have three demands."

"You may object, but you will have to bear the consequences of doing so."

Finally, he cast a discreet glance at the Three Masters behind him.

Although the Three Pure Ones said nothing, their mere presence standing in midair made their meaning perfectly clear.

"It looks like none of you has any objections. Then I'll state my demands."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi helplessly cupped his hands.

"We admit defeat today. We were too optimistic and never expected to offend Daoist Stone Spirit."

Although he possessed the Chaos Bell, there was no point in fighting the Three Pure Ones, three Quasi-Saints. He had no chance of winning whatsoever.

Otherwise, he would never have been so agreeable.

"Hmph. First, as a penalty, every member of both factions must compensate me with one thousand Spirit Fruits. That isn't an unreasonable demand, is it?"

The two Demon Emperors waved their hands indifferently. They were only Spirit Fruits. Their wealth spanned the four seas, and they occupied most of the Primordial World. A thousand Spirit Fruits were nothing worth worrying about.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, on the other hand, wore bitter expressions.

"Ahem. One thousand it is. We accept, too."

Wang Shi nodded in satisfaction.

"My second demand is that any future negotiations must have me as mediator. Otherwise, stay away from Buzhou Mountain. If this happens again, it will mean war between me, the spirit of Buzhou Mountain, and all of you. Be warned."

His words were heavy, and a trace of menace laced his voice.

Both sides looked nervously at the Three Pure Ones. They did not fear a mere spirit of Buzhou Mountain. What frightened them was those three old ancients.

The Three Pure Ones smiled faintly.

Sect Master Tongtian spoke directly.

"We fully support our disciple's wishes. If you have any matters to discuss, ask him directly. We will not get involved. His words represent our will."

They supported this disciple one hundred percent.

Wang Shi chuckled.

"In that case, it seems you all accept this demand."

"As for my third demand, I haven't decided yet. I'll tell you once I've thought of it."

"Until I state it, you will forever owe me one demand."

With that, Wang Shi turned and headed toward the Buzhou Mountain Divine Hall.

"What are you waiting for? Come talk in my divine hall. Let's see which of you dares start fighting again."

There was really no need for the Witch Clan and Demon Tribe to fight to the death. At least for now, their differences were not yet irreconcilable.

Demon Emperor Dijun gave Wang Shi an approving look. He had not expected this fellow to handle matters so reliably.

Once both sides had been brought over and seated, they finally began genuine negotiations under the intimidating presence of Wang Shi and the Three Pure Ones.

In truth, everyone hoped for peace, but sometimes conflicts were irreconcilable.