The rewards the system offers now... are getting harder and harder to refuse.
Mu Chen thought ruefully.
But he still had no intention of making a move.
Although the Zhoutian Star Battle Grand Formation was powerful, if it was merely a fragment, it was not all that enticing to Mu Chen.
If he really killed the ten Golden Crows in anger over this, Di Jun would inevitably come looking for a fight.
Even though he was already a Daluo Golden Immortal, and was even a Quasi-Sage within the Cloud Sea Grand Formation.
Fighting the entire Demon Race would still cost far more than it was worth.
He might even get swept into the Great Witch-Demon Catastrophe.
"No fighting!"
Mu Chen fully displayed his knack for lying low and being a coward.
Without a hundred percent certainty, he would never do anything dangerous.
But the very next moment.
Looking at the ten Golden Crows on his turf, their faces so arrogant they were begging for a beating.
Mu Chen felt uncomfortable all over again.
After all, the ten Golden Crows had come from the ancestral star and descended upon the land, scorching all living beings into misery and ruin.
Those who suffered most were the Witch Race, which ruled the land, and the Human Race.
Heaven only knew how many humans had died beneath the searing heat of Sun True Fire.
As the Human Race's current unseen guardian, Mu Chen felt obliged to do something.
Wait.
If he did not kill them, surely secretly teaching them a lesson would not be going too far?
A gleam flashed in Mu Chen's eyes.
Immediately afterward, his gaze settled on the last of the ten Golden Crows.
This stupid bird was tumbling back and forth through the sea of clouds, hurling Sun True Fire onto the waters below more enthusiastically than any of the others, specifically attacking places with living creatures and human habitation.
Yet his magical power was particularly meager among the ten Golden Crows.
In Mu Chen's words: one look told you he was the youngest stupid bird, one who had never suffered society's brutal beatings.
"You're the one."
Mu Chen extended his right hand and abruptly clenched it.
The Golden Crow at the rear instantly appeared before Mu Chen.
The Golden Crow looked Mu Chen over.
He was just about to unleash a torrent of abuse.
But suddenly, his feathers stood on end.
Shit, the presence of a Quasi-Sage?!
He respectfully assumed human form and spoke, trembling.
"This junior is Yin You, the ninth son of Di Jun of the Demon Race. M-may I ask what you need, Senior?"
He glanced behind him.
The other nine Golden Crows had actually noticed nothing here at all, and panic swelled further in his heart.
Mu Chen wore a majestic expression, his presence imposing.
Thinking that this pretty boy seemed more handsome than himself...
Pah!
Thinking of the ten Golden Crows bringing calamity upon all living beings.
He could not resist swinging a vicious slap at him.
Smack!
Yin You instantly flew several hundred meters, a handprint appearing on his face.
Yin You was stunned.
Even after coming to his senses, he could not speak for a long while.
Normally, as an exalted prince of the Demon Race, no one had ever dared slap him.
Under ordinary circumstances, he would long since have burned this place with Sun True Fire.
But wary of the cultivation of the man before him, he forcibly suppressed his anger and said.
"May I ask why you did this, Senior?"
"My father is Demon Emperor Di Jun! If you humiliate me at will without an explanation, the Demon Race will not simply let this debt go!"
Mu Chen had already prepared his excuse.
He said coldly.
"Do you know what you just did inside my cultivation grounds?"
Yin You said blankly.
"I don't."
Mu Chen abruptly swept his broad sleeve and declared with righteous indignation.
"Everything within ten thousand li of here belongs to me, and it is utterly clean and immaculate."
"But you actually took a shit in my sea of clouds just now, defiling this treasured land I've maintained for ten thousand years, and you still dare claim you did nothing wrong?!"
"So what if your father is Di Jun of the Demon Race? Does being the Demon Emperor mean you can shit wherever you please in someone else's cultivation grounds? Is there any justice left under heaven?"
Yin You was dumbfounded.
What the fuck?
Taking a shit?
Looking ready to cry but unable to shed tears, he said.
"Senior, I'm only one step away from attaining the Dao of Daluo. I don't excrete such filth at all! You must have seen wrong!"
Mu Chen suddenly glared.
"Insolent wretch! Are you saying I'm framing you? I clearly saw it!"
With all his magical power lost inside the Cloud Sea Grand Formation, Yin You began wailing like a mortal.
"Senior, I've been wronged! What you saw might have been debris burned by Sun True Fire."
"Bullshit! If I say you took a shit, then you took a shit! I'm a Quasi-Sage. Could I possibly have seen wrong?"
"Really, I'm a prince of the Demon Race, not one of those antlike human mortals. I would never do anything so vulgar."
"What the fuck?!"
Mu Chen could not take it anymore.
Immediately afterward.
Yin You's screams, filled with unbearable pain and grievance, rang out over the sea of clouds.