Hong Huang isn't about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social graces.

"Hong Huang wasn't all fighting and killing. Hong Huang was the ways of the world!"

Di Jun originally had not taken Liu Mang's words to heart. I am the dignified Demon Emperor of the Demon Race. Since when is it the turn of some little nobody who relies on a woman to point fingers in front of me?

But the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Liu Mang's sentence held deeper meaning.

Especially when he saw Liu Mang's faint, not-quite-smiling expression, it confirmed the guess in his heart even more.

This was also the result Liu Mang had been aiming for. Self-convincing was far more deadly!

Much better than earnest, tongue-worn persuasion!

This could not really be blamed on Di Jun either. After all, ever since Pangu split open the heavens and began by slaying the three thousand Demon Gods, Hong Huang had been singing triumphantly all the way down the road of fighting and killing.

Whether it was the later great war between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Races or the War of the Demon Path, both had been fought out every step of the way. Hong Huang had nearly been beaten into shattered scraps, and only then had the tribulations been born.

The Wu Clan and the Demon Race were now still following in their predecessors' footsteps, taking the old path of fighting and killing, and no one felt there was anything wrong with it.

But Di Jun was, after all, the Demon Emperor of the Demon Race. Especially after establishing the Heavenly Court and ruling over Hong Huang's myriad races, Di Jun increasingly felt that things should not be like this.

But as for what exactly should be done, he could not explain it clearly either.

Leaving aside the fact that the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Wu Clan needed the Ten Great Demon Gods of the Demon Race to hold them in check, the other members of the Wu Clan alone left the Demon Race without even half a moment of leisure.

And then there were the Three Pure Ones, the Two Sages of the West, Ming He, and Zhen Yuanzi. Which one of them was someone his Demon Race could casually knead in its hands?

It was not that he, Di Jun, was incompetent. It was just that the enemies were too powerful!

The moment he thought that Liu Mang might have a way, Di Jun felt that even the matter of Nu Wa attaining the Dao was not so important anymore!

Tai Yi clearly felt that Liu Mang was once again trying to fool Di Jun, and could not help opening his mouth to mock him. "What kind of words could be so damned impressive that they're worth a spiritual treasure? We gave Nu Wa face, and you really think you're someone important? In Hong Huang, do you have any place to speak?"

No sooner had Tai Yi's words fallen than Di Jun's rebuke came beside his ear. "Tai Yi, do not be rude!"

Then an even more unexpected scene happened. Di Jun cupped his fists toward Liu Mang and gave a salute, then slowly asked, "May Di Jun trouble Fellow Daoist Liu Mang to explain in detail?"

Di Jun's action did not just leave everyone from the Demon Race dumbstruck; even the gazes of the Wu Clan were drawn over.

Liu Mang put away the gemstone he had been playing with and said, "Explain in detail? Sure! But that's a separate price!"

"Don't even think—" Tai Yi had not finished speaking when Di Jun said directly, "Fine. That is acceptable."

After Di Jun finished speaking, he took out a long sword suffused with azure light from his personal storage space. "This sword is named Kunwu. It was the weapon used by Kunwu Demon God, one of the three thousand Demon Gods. Later, it was shattered by Father God, and after being reforged through sacrifice and refinement, it became a Postnatal Spiritual Treasure."

After Di Jun finished speaking, he casually tossed the long sword toward Liu Mang. "Consider this my thanks to Fellow Daoist."

Seeing Di Jun casually take out a Postnatal Spiritual Treasure that countless people would flock to like ducks, Tai Yi could not help becoming anxious. "Big Brother, he's obviously fooling you! Didn't you see with your own eyes how badly Fei Lian was scammed into that ghostly state?"

No sooner had Tai Yi finished speaking than Fei Lian refused to accept it.

"Your Majesty, don't talk nonsense! When has Fellow Daoist Liu Mang ever scammed me?"

Di Jun looked at Tai Yi and said seriously, "Second Brother, I have my own plans. I will explain to you afterward."

Liu Mang looked at the long sword floating in front of him. The blade was over three feet long, roughly two and a half fingers wide, and its entire body radiated an ancient bluish-gray. As immortal light flowed across it, an archaic aura rushed straight at his face. One glance was enough to know this sword was extraordinary.

Liu Mang casually picked up Kunwu and chopped with it twice. The blade let out a crisp hum.

Mm, the feel was all right. Not as easy to use as the brick!

Liu Mang casually tossed it into the pile of treasures, making everyone's mouths twitch uncontrollably.

"Find a place. Those who haven't paid don't have the qualifications to listen!"

As Liu Mang spoke, he glanced at Tai Yi standing beside Di Jun.

What did he mean? This lord didn't even want to listen!

Tai Yi snorted and turned his head to look elsewhere. He was afraid that if he kept watching, he would be unable to stop himself from attacking!

Too cheap!

Before long, Di Jun brought Liu Mang to a mountaintop.

Looking at Di Jun, who was staring at him without moving, Liu Mang asked, "Where's the sound-blocking cover?"

Di Jun's face was full of confusion. If they were talking, then just talk. Why did they need a cover? "Cover? What cover?"

Liu Mang shot Di Jun a disdainful look. "Haven't you heard that walls have ears? How did you become the Demon Emperor!"

Di Jun nearly became sick with anger after hearing that!

A Soundproof Barrier was a Soundproof Barrier!

What the hell was a sound-blocking cover!

Only a ghost would understand that!

This could not really be blamed on Liu Mang either. For the moment, he could not remember what the thing was called!

It was just that when he read novels, other people always had one when they whispered secrets.

Seeing Di Jun wave his hand and lay down a barrier, Liu Mang stretched out a finger again and pointed upward. "Can it block that too?"

Di Jun froze, then immediately formed another series of incantations. Only this time, it took two or three minutes before he finished releasing it.

He let out a long breath and said, "It should work now!"

Liu Mang had originally thought Di Jun would piss himself on the spot, but who would have thought he would remain so calm? He could not help silently giving Di Jun a thumbs-up in his heart.

Though Di Jun's face remained perfectly composed, inside, the rivers were overturning and the seas were surging, waves crashing sky-high.

What on earth does this insignificant Human Race want to say to me, that even that one has to be taken into consideration?

Do I fucking keep listening or not? Will I still have my life after I hear it?

If I don't listen, there's no need to think—I'll definitely regret it!

For a moment, Di Jun fell into a tangle, not knowing what to do.

But Liu Mang did not wait for him to think it through and spoke directly.

"Do you think the Demon Race has the ability to rule over the ten thousand races of Hong Huang?"

Di Jun looked proud. "Why wouldn't we? The Demon Race established the Heavenly Court, and that was permitted by the Heavenly Dao. It even sent down merit!"

Liu Mang: Heh heh!

Di Jun: For the first time in my damn life, I find those two words this hateful.

Liu Mang did not keep Di Jun in suspense either and continued asking, "The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Races' emergence was also permitted by the Heavenly Dao. Where are they now?"

"This..." Di Jun sank into thought, not knowing how to answer.

Where could they be? They had been killed and crippled by the Heavenly Dao—where else could they be!

Liu Mang ignored Di Jun and fired off question after question.

"The Demon Race established the Demon Court. Are the ten thousand races convinced?"

"If the Wu Clan and the Demon Race keep fighting, what will be the result?"

"With what the Demon Race is doing now, once the Heavenly Court falls, will it have any good fruit to eat?"

"Where there is oppression, there is resistance. When the day comes that the ten thousand races of Hong Huang all oppose the Demon Race, how will it choose?"

With every question Liu Mang asked, Di Jun answered himself in his heart.

"The Demon Race established the Demon Court, and even the Wu Clan refuses to submit, let alone the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Races, who claim themselves to be the original inhabitants of Hong Huang. If not for forceful suppression, they would have rebelled long ago."

"If the Witch-Demon two races keep fighting, they can only follow in the footsteps of the Dragon-Han Tribulation."

Di Jun had also heard about some of the things certain demons had done. If the Heavenly Court fell, it definitely would not stand on the Demon Race's side. In all of Hong Huang, where would there still be a place for the Demon Race to survive?

Was Di Jun stupid?

Di Jun was certainly not stupid. Otherwise, how could the vast Demon Race have him as its emperor?

He had long since seen through it all. He only hated that he was not a Saint and had no power to change this outcome!

Di Jun clenched both fists tightly and said through gritted teeth, "You think I don't know?"

"Heh heh. 'In the unseen, all has its heavenly number.' What a fine 'in the unseen, all has its heavenly number.' Whether it's the heavenly number or not, isn't it all decided by him alone!"

Di Jun's gaze was lifeless, his face full of defeat.

"Though I hold the noble title of Demon Emperor, what can I do? I can't beat him! I really can't beat him!"

"He is a Saint! A lofty, high-above Saint!"

"Beneath Saints, all are ants!"