This Uncle Was Worth Recognizing! He Sure Knew How to Handle Things

No sooner had Di Jiang finished speaking than the gazes of Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the ten Demon Gods swept past Xuan Du and landed directly on Liu Mang, who was hiding behind Fu Xi with only his head sticking out, looking utterly shifty.

Xuan Du: I have something rude to say, but I don't know whether I should say it!

Everyone had eyes. The moment they arrived, they had noticed someone so "close" to Fu Xi.

Besides, Liu Mang was sitting amid a pile of treasures, grinning like an idiot. He was impossible to overlook.

It was simply that the Demon Race did not understand his background, and no one present had mentioned him, so it was not appropriate for them to ask.

Since Di Jiang had brought him up, everyone turned to Fu Xi, waiting for an explanation.

"This is a living being created by my younger sister, Liu Mang of the Human Race. My younger sister has accepted him as her adopted son."

The Demon Race members all darkened at those words. They stood silently in the air, exchanging glances, yet no one spoke. Instead, they kept signaling Bai Ze with their eyes.

Bai Ze, who was closest to Fu Xi, could only smile bitterly. Stepping forward, he raised a hand and asked, "Fellow Daoist Fu Xi, is this truly Fellow Daoist Nu Wa's intention?"

Fu Xi cupped his hands toward Bai Ze, nodded, and gave a soft grunt in answer.

He was still displeased that Di Jun and Tai Yi had arrived so late. He had clearly seen Di Jun signaling Bai Ze. Giving an answer at all was already a courtesy to his old friend Bai Ze.

After receiving Fu Xi's confirmation, Bai Ze gave another bitter smile. "Fellow Daoist Nu Wa truly is... still young at heart!"

The moment Bai Ze finished speaking, everyone could not help rolling their eyes.

Listen to that terrible phrasing. If you could not speak properly, then do not speak at all.

Though everyone mocked him inwardly, they could not help taking the matter seriously.

After all, Nu Wa had already taken the first step toward attaining the Dao ahead of everyone else, second only to the Dao Ancestor.

If she succeeded in attaining the Dao, then Liu Mang would no longer merely be a member of the Human Race. He would be the son of a Saint.

A son rose with his mother's status. That was exactly how it worked!

That status was far nobler than that of any Demon Emperor's son. It would not even be an exaggeration to say he could stand on equal footing with Di Jun.

To the Demon Gods, it was like their eighty-year-old grandmother adopting a one-year-old child and making them call him Uncle. That kind of seniority was imposed just like that—who could possibly accept it?

But that was not their main concern. What truly worried them was whether Nu Wa would arrange for Liu Mang to remain in the Demon Race. And if he stayed, what status would he hold?

For Di Jun and Tai Yi, it would be a struggle over control of the Demon Race. For the Demon Gods, it would be a struggle over power. There were not many benefits left for them to begin with, and above the Ten Great Demon Gods, there was still the Demon Master.

For a time, everyone in the Demon Race had their own thoughts. Some even considered whether they should kill him first.

If Di Jiang knew that one casual remark from him had caused the Demon Race to imagine so much, he would be laughing his ass off.

In truth, he simply thought that he could not be the only one getting screwed over. He wanted to drag the Demon Race down with him.

Seeing the Demon Race members' gazes repeatedly sweep over him, Liu Mang could only shuffle out from behind Fu Xi—but not by much. He moved only half a step.

"Greetings, seniors."

As he spoke, Liu Mang casually raised his hands in a cupped-fist salute, treating it as a greeting.

Liu Mang was far too familiar with the Demon Race's expressions. Everyone who wanted to kill him looked at him that way.

Standing out there to get killed, or hiding behind Fu Xi—which would he choose?

He was not stupid. Naturally, he followed his heart and chose the latter!

After offering his greeting, Liu Mang was about to retreat behind Fu Xi again when Jiu Feng's voice transmission rang in his ear.

"Ancestral Wu Di Jiang asked me to tell you that the Demon Race is much richer than the Wu Clan! The stage has been set for you, so do not waste such a good opportunity."

Liu Mang's eyes shook. That was right, how had he not thought of that? In the next instant, his eyes lit up as he looked at the Demon Race.

It was true!

Look at the Wu Clan. They only wore leather skirts, and even Hou Tu and Jiu Feng only had an extra vest.

Now look at the Demon Race. Not only were they dressed well, but the treasures in each of their hands were so dazzling they could barely be looked at directly.

Especially the fan in Fei Lian's hand. Just one gemstone pried off it could buy the entire outfit of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. If he haggled, he might even get a Jiu Feng thrown in for free.

How could Liu Mang possibly be absent from such a fine deed as robbing the rich to help the poor?

Rob the Demon Race's riches and relieve his own poverty!

Liu Mang turned to look at Di Jiang and saw him continuously raising his eyebrows. His eyeballs were practically about to fly out of their sockets.

"This Uncle was worth recognizing! He sure knew how to handle things!"

Liu Mang quietly gave him a thumbs-up.

"Ahem!"

Pretending to cough twice, Liu Mang drew everyone's attention, then stepped out from behind Fu Xi with his hands clasped behind his back.

In an instant, he transformed from a coward afraid of death into a dignified and righteous figure.

"Let me introduce myself again! Liu Mang, son of Saint Nu Wa, greets all my fellow Daoists!"

Upon hearing that, the Demon Race members nearly coughed up blood. Damn it, this was even worse than before!

Just now, he had called them seniors. Now they had become fellow Daoists!

In less than a minute, their seniority had dropped by a generation. Not even stocks crashed that fast!

Besides, had Nu Wa not yet attained the Dao? And he was already calling himself a Saint's son? What the hell was he pretending to be?

Naturally, everyone only dared think those words to themselves.

If they said them aloud, regardless of whether Nu Wa could attain the Dao, Fu Xi would be the first to jump out and kill them.

Hong Huang's number-one sister fanatic was not just an empty title.

Although they were extremely unwilling, still—

"Bai Ze, Fei Lian, Fei Dan... greet little friend!"

Though they looked reluctant, everyone still barely managed to raise their hands and return Liu Mang's salute.

Yet before Bai Ze and the others could lower their hands, the Wu Clan's deafening voices rang in their ears.

"Is that it? Nothing else?" Zhu Jiuyin looked utterly incredulous.

Xuan Ming quickly caught on and added, "There must be some mistake, right?"

The two of them played off each other, leaving the Demon Race members completely baffled.

Zhu Jiuyin and Xuan Ming's words had actually all been taught to them by Di Jiang.

Seeing the question marks all over the Demon Race members' faces, Di Jiang knew it was time for his performance.

Di Jiang leisurely stepped out from among the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Looking at the Demon Race, he shook his head as he sighed.

"Ah, I never expected that for such a joyous occasion as Fellow Daoist Nu Wa accepting an adopted son, the rulers and Demon Gods of the Demon Race would not even offer the slightest token. How disappointing~"

As Di Jiang spoke, he looked toward the mountain of treasures piled behind Fu Xi. Those treasures had originally belonged to the Wu Clan, but they had just changed their surname to Liu.

But as long as he could fleece the Demon Race, he was willing to swallow the loss!

Suppressing his heartache, he continued, "Though our Wu Clan is poor, every Ancestral Wu still willingly offered a grand gift."

"I never knew they were this kind of demons!" Ju Mang muttered disdainfully into Tian Wu's ear, though everyone present could hear him clearly.

Hou Tu shook her head and let out a long sigh, her face full of regret. "Ah, Fellow Daoist Nu Wa truly chose the wrong people!"

"Exactly, exactly!"

From the moment Di Jiang started talking, Liu Mang's grin had not closed once.

That assist from Uncle was like wiping his ass with gauze—he really gave me a huge leak!

He had originally worried that asking for gifts directly might be a little shameless.

But now, all he needed was to add a little more fuel to the fire and wait for the suckers to bring them over themselves!

Liu Mang lifted his robe and cupped his hands toward the Ancestral Witches in a bow. "Esteemed Ancestral Witches, please say no more! Liu Mang is deeply grateful that you are standing up for him."

"But my mother and these Demon Race fellow Daoists are of the same race. We are all family, so there should not be too much formality between us."

"Once my mother finishes attaining the Dao, I will tell her. She should... perhaps... possibly... maybe... quite likely understand, right~"

The Ten Great Demon Gods had never seen anyone make tattling sound so refined and elegant.

Even those two from The West seemed somewhat adorable in comparison to Liu Mang.

"You Wu Clan barbarians, stop spouting bullshit! Who said we did not prepare gifts!"

"Heh, here it comes!"