You're Not Good Enough, Little Dog

Di Jun was right.

A Saint was like a heavenly chasm, stretching across the path of Hong Huang's myriad races, impossible to cross.

As existences at the very top of the pyramid, they could be said to hold the right to speak for all of Hong Huang.

To them, the myriad races of Hong Huang could have life and death decided by a single word, rise and fall determined by a single sentence.

But what did that have to do with Liu Mang?

He had seen plenty of Saints in novels, and he had seen those even more powerful than Saints too.

It was just that he, Liu Mang, did not have enough strength!

If he were like other protagonists, invincible the moment he transmigrated, with heaven-defying cheats on him, able to go fifty-fifty with Hong Jun...

Maybe right now he would already be on the way to slaughter Hong Jun, and even starting a livestream on the side.

One had to know, in novels, Saints were hardly some existence that could not be destroyed through ten thousand tribulations. More than one or two of them had died.

Just those readers who were talented, spoke so nicely, and even liked tipping the author...

The methods they had come up with to slaughter Saints numbered more than ten!

So toward Saints who made the native inhabitants of Hong Huang tremble in fear, Liu Mang did not have the slightest reverence.

The only thing he had was a little fear that if the other party killed him, it would be Barbecue.

But that was all there was to it. It was not like he, Liu Mang, had never died before.

Liu Mang shot Di Jun a disdainful look. "So what if they're Saints? Who said Saints really can't die? If you're willing to have your whole body carved up, you can drag a Saint down from his horse too!"

Liu Mang's words shook Di Jun's heart, and his legs went weak, nearly making him kneel on the ground.

He looked at Liu Mang in sheer horror, his eyes as if he were staring at a lunatic.

When Di Jun had set up the barrier, he had known that this dog of a thing Liu Mang was not holding in any good fart!

But no matter how reckless or bold he was, Di Jun had never imagined that Liu Mang would actually be thinking of scheming against that one.

Di Jun looked at Liu Mang with a face full of misery and said, "If we pretend none of this ever happened, is it still not too late for me to cripple both my ears right now?"

Liu Mang's hand paused as he toyed with the gem, and he looked at Di Jun with a face full of contempt. "Don't get the bargain and still act cute~ If you didn't want to listen, what were you doing earlier! It's not like I didn't give you a chance!"

When the car started, you didn't get off. Now the car was already on the highway, and you were telling me you were not going to kindergarten anymore?

How could there be such a good thing!

Seeing that he had boarded a pirate ship, Di Jun could only put on an expression of accepting his fate. "What use is a Saint dying? Even if a Saint dies, it won't solve the Wu-Yao Tribulation!"

Di Jun felt like he had gone insane. A Saint, high above all, was something he had not even dared to think about before.

Now he was actually discussing whether a Saint lived or died with someone whose cultivation was even trashier than his.

"The ultimate purpose of a tribulation is only to make the living beings of Hong Huang return energy to Hong Huang through death, so as to maintain Hong Huang."

Liu Mang slowly voiced his own thoughts. "Since they're all dying anyway, what do you think returns more energy: swatting ten thousand flies to death, or butchering one fat pig?"

Di Jun could not help rolling his eyes, thinking to himself, What kind of rotten analogy is this? Comparing the Wu and Yao races to flies is bad enough, but in your eyes, that one is a fat pig?

How is your heart that big?

If someone had said this in the past, Di Jun would definitely have stayed far away from him, lest he be implicated when lightning struck.

Now he had almost been made desensitized to Hong Jun by Liu Mang.

Forget it. Let it be. It was not the first time he had been this arrogant anyway!

Di Jun looked at Liu Mang solemnly and asked with a dead-serious face, "Do you think I'm especially stupid, especially easy to fool?"

Liu Mang clicked his tongue, his face full of grievance. "How can you say that about yourself? Lord Di Jun has a stately appearance, and at one glance is a dragon and phoenix among men..."

Before Liu Mang could finish, Di Jun, unable to hold back any longer, blurted out, his mouth working as if it had to be returned after use.

"Then why the hell do you keep trying to fool me into going after Hong Jun?"

"I'm just a quasi-Saint. What am I supposed to use to deal with Hong Jun?"

"I don't know whether Hong Jun would die or not, but I'd definitely die clean through, the kind where not even ashes are left!"

"I just want the Demon Race to live properly in Hong Huang. I don't want to kill anyone! Can we change to another method?"

After hearing Di Jun's speech, Liu Mang looked regretful and still refused to give up.

"With such a good opportunity, you really won't try? Lead the Demon Race, kill the Dao Ancestor, and from then on, Hong Huang will be yours to rule!"

Di Jun stared fixedly at Liu Mang. Though he did not speak, his eyes were filled with the expression of "Do I look stupid to you?"

"Sigh, what a pity!" Liu Mang looked at Di Jun, who remained utterly unmoved, with a face full of regret.

He had originally been thinking of seeing just what level of strength Hong Jun had. Who would have thought there were not enough fools to go around?

Clearly, the path of fooling Di Jun was impassable, so Liu Mang could only say, "If it really doesn't work, then just become a Saint."

When Di Jun heard this, the anger he had just suppressed flared up again with a whoosh. "Do you think I haven't become a Saint because I don't want to?"

"Isn't it?" Liu Mang looked at Di Jun with an innocent face.

Di Jun wore a fake smile and said through gritted teeth, "It's because my strength doesn't allow it. Doesn't allow it, do you understand?"

Did you not get into Peking University because you didn't want to?

It was because you couldn't!

Liu Mang pretended to come to a sudden realization and looked at Di Jun with teasing eyes. "Oh, so it turns out you can't, huh, skinny dog!"

"Impossible! How could I, Di Jun, possibly not be able to!" Di Jun looked at Liu Mang, his face full of panic, his eyes darting away. "That's because... because I don't have Hongmeng Purple Qi! That's right! That's the reason."

After Di Jun finished speaking, he let out a long breath. Even if he were beaten to death, he couldn't admit he couldn't. How could a man ever say he couldn't?

Liu Mang looked at Di Jun and asked back with a blank face, "Who said you can't become a saint without Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

In Liu Mang's understanding, Hongmeng Purple Qi was formed from the Heavenly Dao's origin; obtaining it allowed one to become a Heavenly Dao Saint.

But it seemed no one had ever said that without Hongmeng Purple Qi, you couldn't become a saint.

Even if you couldn't become a Heavenly Dao Saint, weren't there still the Earthly Dao and the Human Dao?

If the Hong Huang universe really could evolve according to his ideas, then having a few more Daos wasn't impossible either.

After hearing Liu Mang's words, Di Jun couldn't help but feel his mind tremble. "What? How is that possible? The Dao Ancestor said..."

"The Dao Ancestor said there are three thousand Great Daos, and all can lead to sainthood! He didn't say you definitely needed Hongmeng Purple Qi, did he?"

Di Jun still refused to give up and continued to argue. "But the Dao Ancestor said..."

"The Dao Ancestor said Hongmeng Purple Qi is formed from the Heavenly Dao's origin. The Heavenly Dao's origin—what does that have to do with saints of my Earthly Dao, Human Dao, or Demon Dao?"

When Di Jun heard Demon Dao, his heart couldn't help but throb, as if in the unseen depths of fate, he had glimpsed where his opportunity lay.

Actually, Di Jun couldn't be blamed for this. What Liu Mang said wasn't completely different from what Hong Jun had said, but the distance between them was still ten thousand li.

One had to know, more than ten thousand years had already passed since Hong Jun merged with the Dao. It wasn't as if Di Jun had never thought of proving his Dao.

But Hongmeng Purple Qi was like a lock, viciously locking the great gate to his Dao-proving shut.

No matter how he assaulted it, that lock remained utterly unmoved.

Di Jun had once thought that if he could obtain Hongmeng Purple Qi, perhaps he would have become a saint long ago.

Liu Mang's words were like Pangu's heaven-splitting axe, smashing hard into his heart. As though heaven and earth had been opened, a road he had never imagined appeared before him, and it led straight to the far shore of proving the Dao.

I, Di Jun, am an orthodox descendant of Pangu. I never thought such a simple truth would still need someone else to wake me up to it.

That's right. What does the Heavenly Dao have to do with my Demon Dao?

Heavenly Dao Saints have Hongmeng Purple Qi, so if I simply don't become a Heavenly Dao Saint, won't that be fine?

However, the words Hong Jun had spoken while preaching the Dao were still vivid before his eyes. They were like shackles, locking his mind completely in place and making him hesitate over whether to take that step.

"But the Dao Ancestor also said..."

Liu Mang looked at Di Jun, who kept hanging "the Dao Ancestor said" from his lips, and really couldn't hold back anymore.

"The Dao Ancestor said, the Dao Ancestor said—he says it and you believe it? Is he your dad, or did he breastfeed you?"

Di Jun froze. The sliver of goodwill that had just risen in his heart toward Liu Mang was forcibly stuffed back down by Liu Mang again.

Ugh, can't you fucking speak properly, huh?

You'd only said a few human words, moved me so damn much, and then you came running out to piss me off again!

Di Jun looked at the True Sun Flame that could no longer be suppressed and had emerged on the back of his hand, wondering whether he should scatter Liu Mang to the wind.

Seeing that Di Jun was already hovering on the edge of collapse and about to make a move, Liu Mang raised both hands and hurriedly advised, "Hey, hey, hey, don't attack, don't attack! There's one last method!"

Di Jun took a deep breath and suppressed the fury in his heart. "What method!"

Liu Mang lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised it, looked straight into Di Jun's eyes, and slowly spat out three words: "Become a saint!"

"I fucking... you fucking..."

Fuck having a Dao heart as calm as still water. I, Di Jun, don't want it today!