"Bang!"
In the end, Zhunti forcibly drove Dijun out of the Western Lands with the Blessing Vajra.
Boundless Heavenly Venerable, in all my years, what sort of creature haven't I seen? A little Golden Crow who gave away his mother in the name of righteousness, an Ancestral Bear with a bottomless stomach-I've seen them all. But someone who dared beg alms from a Saint? Never mind seeing one; I'd never even heard of such a thing before.
What, the Ancestral Bear?
That bear doesn't count. The Ancestral Bear is already the deputy leader of my Western Religion. Asking me for things only counts as requesting a reward, not begging alms. But Dijun...
Who are you to our Western Lands, to dare ask me to give you blood for nothing?
Do you really think being the Heavenly Emperor makes you so extraordinary?
Fine, even if you really are extraordinary, let me tell you this: all beneath the Saints are ants. When I choose to give you face, I respectfully call you Your Majesty. When I don't, you're nothing but a demon in my eyes! Do you understand?
"Blessings of the Boundless Heavenly Venerable. I succumbed to anger. I should not have, I should not have!" After driving Dijun away, Zhunti raised one palm, closed his eyes, and shook his head.
"You are not to blame, Junior Brother. Fellow Daoist Dijun's request was far too discourteous. Our Western teachings emphasize compassion, but that does not mean we agree whenever someone asks us for something. Besides, a Saint's blood is immensely precious. If we gave it to the Demon Race, who knows what calamity it might bring upon the Primordial World?" At this point, a look of compassion for all living beings appeared on Jieyin's face.
He did not discriminate against the Demon