Di Xin Inscribes a Poem

"Something about the Calamity?"

Tong Tian was delighted; the kid was finally thinking about something serious.

"Precisely," Gu Changqing replied. "How does Master plan to deal with the Calamity?"

How to deal with it? You're enough!

A fierce glint flashed in Tong Tian's eyes. He replied, "The Three Sects in Zixiao Palace played a trick on me. This time, I'm sending the Chan Sect to the Investiture of the Gods List."

"Just the Chan Sect?" Gu Changqing frowned. "What about our Intercepting Sect? The Investiture of the Gods isn't just about one sect."

Tong Tian frowned. "Are you saying you want to send our Intercepting Sect to the Investiture of the Gods List too?"

Gu Changqing spoke plainly, "Although the Intercepting Sect boasts the grandeur of 'ten thousand immortals coming to court,' it's a mixed bag. Why don't we use this opportunity to weed out the bad and keep the good?"

"Weed out the bad and keep the good?" Tong Tian said coldly. "The Intercepting Sect teaches without discrimination. What's bad and what's good? The very foundation of the Intercepting Sect is to secure a sliver of hope for all demon immortals in the world. You want to send them to the list? Are you still a disciple of my Intercepting Sect?"

Tong Tian was a bit bewildered!

This kid went out once, and now his mind is messed up? Was he turned?

Seeing Gu Changqing's clear gaze, it didn't seem like he had ulterior motives.

Gu Changqing continued, "This disciple believes that those heavily burdened by the killing calamity should be on the list. This calamity should be judged by virtue, not by cultivation! If one's virtue is lacking, regardless of their cultivation level, they should be on the list."

"Virtue?" Tong Tian retorted. "What virtue are you talking about for demon immortals? And by what standard do you judge your virtue? The Human Race?"

"What a joke! The Human Race hunting demon spirits is considered eliminating evil and defending the Dao. But if the Demon Clan kills a few humans, it's an act against the Dao?"

This...

Gu Changqing was left speechless.

This was an inherent, irreconcilable conflict between the Demon Clan and the Human Race.

Gu Changqing thought for a moment, then added, "But currently, the Human Race is the protagonist of heaven and earth."

"Heh heh," Tong Tian scoffed. "Protagonist of heaven and earth? Have you ever considered who decides who gets to be the protagonist of heaven and earth?"

"Of course, it's Heaven—"

Gu Changqing didn't finish the words "Heavenly Dao."

After Hongjun merged with the Dao, Hongjun was the Heavenly Dao, and the Saints were its spokesmen.

What the hell!

"This disciple will take his leave."

There was no point continuing this conversation.

As for the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, I'll just handle it my own way.

Tong Tian watched Gu Changqing leave, feeling quite helpless. This kid wasn't turned; his origins simply dictated his stance.

Never mind, let him be!

On the fifteenth day of the third month.

Di Xin, at Shang Rong's request, set off for Nüwa Palace to offer incense.

To commemorate Nüwa's noble virtue, Nüwa Palace was built in magnificent splendor.

After Di Xin finished offering incense, a sudden gust of cold wind blew through, lifting the veil from the statue's face.

So beautiful!

Upon seeing the true face of Nüwa's statue, Di Xin's heart involuntarily stirred. His three palaces and six courtyards paled in comparison to Nüwa.

Di Xin immediately took up a brush and wrote, "The phoenix-dragon palanquin's beauty is rare, adorned with clever gold embroidery. Verdant peaks soar gracefully in the distant mountains, and flowing sleeves reflect the rosy clouds. Pear blossoms compete in delicate beauty with tears, peonies shrouded in mist display enchanting allure. If only this seductive beauty could move, I would bring her back to Changle to serve the king."

"Your Majesty!" Shang Rong was greatly alarmed upon seeing the poem. "Your Majesty, Nüwa is a goddess from heaven, who mended the sky with stones and accumulated immeasurable merit. How can Your Majesty profane a deity?"

Di Xin's heart jolted. He looked back at the poem he had written, and anger surged within him.

I've been set up!

I'm devoted to matters of state; how could I be swayed by beauty? Someone must have confused my mind just now for me to write 'bring her back to Changle to serve the king.'

What audacity!

Di Xin scanned his officials, seeing that none of them could harm him in the slightest.

Who was it, then?

Indeed, one cannot underestimate the immortal sects!

I already possess the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, yet I still fell for it.

"Your Majesty, quickly erase the poem, lest you anger the true deity and bring down disaster."

Shang Rong advised him again.

It's already written, how can I erase it?

Di Xin frowned. "I merely offered a few words of praise. How could that anger a true deity? I am the Human King, wielding the Human Emperor Sword, destined by heaven. Why should I fear heaven? I'd like to see how heaven brings down disaster!"

Having said that, Di Xin flicked his sleeves and left.

None of the officials dared to speak, except for Shang Rong, who looked distressed.

At this moment, outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, in Wa Palace, Nüwa saw this scene and was instantly enraged.

How dare a mere human king flirt with me!

Nüwa immediately struck towards Chaoge with her palm.

An immense power gathered into a giant hand that blotted out the sky, heading straight for Chaoge.

Roar—

The Luck Golden Dragon roared and charged head-on towards the giant hand.

BOOM!

With a loud bang, the sky-blotting giant hand instantly disintegrated, and the Luck Golden Dragon also dimmed considerably.

Such strong luck!

Nüwa was secretly moved. She hadn't expected the Great Shang, even in its decline, to still possess such luck.

Without breaking its luck, it will likely be difficult to take Di Xin's life.

Nüwa summoned the Fox Demon and instructed, "King Di Xin's insolence towards me is unforgivable. Go to Chaoge and you must ruin his foundation and sever his luck. If you succeed, your merits will be complete."

The Fox Demon bowed to the ground, "Your disciple obeys."

Nüwa then added, "After you descend, investigate who used the Mountains and Rivers State Diagram three years ago."

"The Mountains and Rivers State Diagram?" The Fox Demon asked in surprise, "Doesn't Lady Nüwa always carry that treasure with her?"

"Don't ask too many questions, just obey."

Nüwa was very annoyed. Being toyed with by mortals repeatedly — where was her Saintly prestige?

"Your disciple obeys!"

The Fox Demon, along with the Chicken Spirit and Pipa Spirit, descended to the mortal realm.

Meanwhile, Gu Changqing had already returned to the Grand Tutor's Mansion in Chaoge. The previous scene had unfolded before his eyes.

What was bound to happen has happened!

Gu Changqing sighed inwardly.

Another Saint wanted Di Xin dead.

Ever since the Witch Demon Calamity, Nüwa had secluded herself, but that didn't mean she was weak.

She was not only a Saint but also the master of the Demon Clan, in charge of all demon immortals in the world.

If Nüwa truly intended to confront Tong Tian head-on, Tong Tian might not even be able to withstand it.

Almost all of the tens of thousands of disciples in the Intercepting Sect were demon immortals. If Nüwa activated the Demon Gathering Banner, half of the Intercepting Sect would be finished.

The Two Sages of the West, however, didn't care who became the human king or emperor.

They only cared about what benefits they could gain.

Laozi had cut his benevolent corpse to enter the Investiture of the Gods List, so the Human Sect would not be involved in the calamity. It was unlikely Laozi would be obsessed with killing Di Xin.

But Yuanshi was determined to support Western Zhou and would be the first to want Di Xin dead.

With two great Saints wanting Di Xin dead, Gu Changqing felt immense pressure.

"Zi Shou requests an audience with master."

Di Xin's voice interrupted Gu Changqing's thoughts.

"Come in."

After Di Xin entered the secret chamber, Gu Changqing said, "I already know about your situation. It's the will of Heaven, so don't dwell on it too much."

Di Xin replied, "It wasn't that Zi Shou was infatuated, but rather that I was framed, which angered Nüwa."

"No need to explain, I believe you." Gu Changqing added, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have given you the Kongtong Seal and the Human Emperor Sword, nor would I have taken you as my disciple."

"Thank you, master."

Di Xin felt relieved. As long as Gu Changqing believed him, he had nothing to fear.

Gu Changqing was his pillar of support.

Gu Changqing then said, "Don't think about such useless things. Let's consider how to face the wrath of the Saints."

Di Xin replied, "We'll deal with problems as they come."

Heh heh!

Gu Changqing smiled wryly.

Di Xin was not a cultivator to begin with and had no idea how profound the Saints' power was.

"Govern well. I need to go to North Sea."

After saying that, Gu Changqing headed towards North Sea.

Di Xin's poem officially kicked off the calamity.

He had to deal with the Western Sect first, then turn his attention to the Chan Sect.