My Second Uncle Wants to Marry His Second Aunt

The appearance of ten figures made Di Jun and Tai Yi so emotional they nearly cried.

After waiting and waiting, the ten Demon Gods had finally arrived!

"Family, you've finally come~"

If they had known they'd be surrounded and spat on by twelve Ancestral Wu brutes, Di Jun and Tai Yi would never have abandoned the Demon Gods and rushed over first.

Bai Ze saw the two looking utterly wronged, then glanced at the spirited Ancestral Wu. He didn't need to guess—those two had definitely been bullied badly.

"Serves you right! You two little bastards ran off and left us behind, just trying to hog the glory, weren't you? Now you didn't get any advantage, and you're covered in stink, right?"

Seeing the two like aggrieved little wives, a middle-aged man with a slightly lecherous look and two wisps of rat-like mustache couldn't help but snort out a laugh.

Already fuming with nowhere to vent, Di Jun spotted the sleazy Fei Dan and couldn't help but bark, "Fei Dan, what are you laughing at?"

Is this bastard laughing at me? Probably, right?

Not entirely sure—should I take another look?

To force himself not to laugh, Fei Dan pinched the tender flesh on his inner thigh until it turned purple.

"Ahem, well, my second aunt is getting married. I'm happy!"

"Pfft, hahahaha~"

The moment Fei Dan finished speaking, a man standing beside him burst into loud laughter.

This man had a bold, rugged look, wrapped in animal hide, holding a fan over six feet long adorned with dazzling gems that sparkled so brightly it was hard to keep your eyes open.

(Parenthetical: Liu Mang was the exception—his eyes on that fan sparkled even brighter than the gems.)

Damn it, confirmed!

You're definitely laughing at us brothers!

Tai Yi's face darkened, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the man with a half-smile and asked.

"Fei Lian, what are you laughing at? Is your second aunt getting married too?"

If Tai Yi hadn't asked, it might have been fine, but the question made Fei Lian laugh even harder.

Others might not know about Fei Dan's second aunt, but Fei Lian, who was close to Fei Dan, certainly did.

That woman was famous throughout the entire race.

Flying around like a gas canister with wings strapped on.

After three thousand years of matchmaking, she still hadn't managed to marry herself off.

The odds of Fei Dan's second aunt finding someone were lower than Fei Lian's chances of attaining enlightenment.

Fei Lian tugged at Fei Dan beside him while explaining, "No, no, my second aunt is already married. It's my second uncle—my second uncle is marrying his second aunt!"

You bastards are clearly mocking me!

Do you take me for a fool just because I don't lose my temper?

Watching the two with their heads down and shoulders shaking nonstop, Tai Yi trembled with rage.

Laugh! You're still laughing behind my back!

Gritting his teeth, Tai Yi glared viciously at the two who were spouting nonsense. "Fine! Fine! Fine! Once this matter is settled, I will personally visit and deliver a grand gift to the two newlyweds!"

Tai Yi deliberately emphasized the word "personally."

Fei Dan froze for a moment at Tai Yi's words, then his eyes lit up.

Such good fortune? Second aunt, your nephew has solved your marriage problem!

Who would've thought that a problem plaguing the entire race for three thousand years could be settled with one sentence from me, Fei Dan?

I'm a genius!

Can't let Fei Lian back out and return the favor—time to send a message to the clan leader now, pack up second aunt, and ship her over.

Fei Dan acted on impulse and immediately cast a secret technique!

You damn Fei Dan, are you a dog?

In stark contrast to Fei Dan's elation, Fei Lian's face was full of shock.

I was just joking—how did everyone take it seriously?

Can I still undo this?

Well, looking at Tai Yi's devouring glare, there's probably no chance of undoing it.

Fei Lian could only silently pray for his second uncle in his heart.

"Second uncle! Your nephew is sorry, but for the sake of my life, please bear with it. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

"Anyway, you're single, and besides, with the lights off, it's all the same!"

Fu Xi glanced at Fei Lian, then turned to look at Liu Mang, who was off to the side counting his treasures.

"This Fei Lian is a ruthless one—clearly not a good 'Lian.' He'd even set up his own uncle. I need to keep Liu Mang away from him."

Bai Ze, though inwardly gloating over Di Jun and the others' misfortune, still maintained a respectful demeanor on the surface, mindful of the Wu Clan's presence.

Bai Ze gave a slight bow and asked, "Your Majesty, we haven't arrived too late, have we?"

Di Jun shot Bai Ze a glare, his anger barely contained.

Too late... my ass. If you'd been any later, my brother and I would've been drowned in spit!

He didn't believe for a second that Bai Ze, Shang Yang, and the others hadn't noticed their predicament. Ever since he and Tai Yi established the Heavenly Court, the ten Demon Gods had been constantly singing a different tune, their disloyalty and discord showing for more than just a day or two.

As the ruler of the Heavenly Court, wasn't he just a little overbearing, a little domineering, a little willful, a little unreasonable...

Weren't all emperors like that? What fault was his? The world was at fault!

"Looks like I need to find time to knock you all into shape, let you know who the true master of the Demon Race and the Heavenly Court really is."

Bai Ze had given him enough face, so naturally he couldn't scold them in front of outsiders, lest he earn a reputation for being "cold and ungrateful."

At the very least, he had to keep up appearances, make sure no one could find fault.

Di Jun smiled faintly. "Brothers, you've arrived just in time. The journey must have been hard!"

Though Di Jun's face still wore a grin, inside he was cursing up a storm. His pent-up fury had nowhere to go, so he turned his gaze back to Di Jiang.

Seeing that his side also had twelve people, Di Jun looked smug.

You're good at cursing, huh? What good does cursing do? In this world, you need backing!

Damn it, you twelve ganging up on us with one curse each felt great, didn't it! Now we're twelve too—our turn!

Di Jun felt like the air was still thick with the saliva of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Di Jiang caught Di Jun's smug look and knew the bastard wanted to settle the score. No way he'd let that happen.

Having been tricked by Liu Mang before, Di Jiang had seen plenty of dirty tricks and learned them without a teacher.

Di Jiang stepped forward, looking at Di Jun with disdain. "Hmph, I can't be bothered to argue with you. Once our Wu Clan successfully protects Nu Wa's Dao, right and wrong will be clear."

Huh? What? No more arguing?

How about a little more? I just got into the groove, and you're telling me it's over!

What's the difference between this and me stripping down, only for you to say your period's here?

Di Jiang took in the expressions of Di Jun and Tai Yi. If the Wu Clan had Primordial Spirits, his would be rolling around laughing inside his body right now!

Hahahaha, holding it in feels awful, doesn't it? Good! That's how it should be!

Comfort is for the victors.

It hasn't been easy, getting bullied by the Demon Race every day, finally winning one!

Ganging up on the few with the many feels great—I should do this more often.

Little did he know, this idea of Di Jiang's would later lead to the Wu Clan's armies covering the mountains and plains every time they marched.

Seeing Di Jun and Tai Yi's constipated expressions, Di Jiang decided to pour on more fuel.

"Brothers of the Demon Race, you've surely come for Nu Wa's Dao enlightenment too. But there's someone you should meet first!"

The other Ancestral Witches' eyes lit up at Di Jiang's words.

Big Brother's gone bad! He's about to unleash Liu Mang!

Yeah, can't let him keep tormenting the Wu Clan alone—let others taste this shamelessness too.

"Lock up the Demon Race, unleash Liu Mang!"