The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 132 - 132 78 Witch Demon Battle Begins Part 1

132: Chapter 78: Witch Demon Battle Begins (Part 1) 132: Chapter 78: Witch Demon Battle Begins (Part 1) “Hehe, congratulations on becoming a Saint!” Li Qingming smiled faintly, giving a bow to Netherworld River.

“Fellow Daoist, why make such a gesture!

I have said before, if I become a Saint, I would regard you as my own brother.

Such a gesture from you overawes me!” Netherworld River, seeing Li Qingming bowing to him, quickly stepped aside.

Among the Asura Clan, many were quite surprised as they watched the two exchanging courtesies in the sky.

This is the Netherworld Saint!

A venerable Saint, showing such deference to a seemingly ordinary Daoist.

This undeniably shocked the Asura Clan tremendously!

“Hahaha, if that’s the case!

I shall not be oversensitive!” Li Qingming saw the clear sincerity in Netherworld River’s eyes, abandoned any pretense, and burst into hearty laughter.

A smile appeared on Netherworld River’s face, as if being recognized by Qingming was an enormous honor.

Indeed, this was the case.

Only after merging with the Hongmeng Purple Qi did Netherworld River realize the extent of Li Qingming’s power.

The incident of Kunpeng and two Demon Emperors from the Demon Tribe attacking Red Cloud had caused an uproar in the Primordial Land.

The secret of Red Cloud’s demise and the Nine-nine Soul Scattering Gourd falling into the Witch Tribe’s hands was deduced by only a few great powers in the Primordial.

But the most crucial Hongmeng Purple Qi eluded calculation.

Unexpectedly, it was obtained by Li Qingming — what immense capability it must have taken to conceal such heavenly secrets!

Besides, Li Qingming even forwent the opportunity to easily become a Saint and instead gave this strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi to him.

How could Netherworld River not feel grateful?

Netherworld River, seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of the Asura Clan, quickly analyzed their thoughts accurately and said solemnly: “All of the Asura Clan, treat Brother Qingming as you would me in person!

Should there be any slight disrespect, I shall turn them to ash!”

The Asura Clan members, filled with fear and reverence, knelt and shouted: “Respect the divine decree of our revered father!”

Li Qingming helplessly shook his head, glanced at the still churning Blood Pond, and said aloud: “Netherworld, turn this place into a Forbidden Land!

I have some arrangements to make here!”

…

Looking back at the Primordial Land, the atmosphere was tense, with faint evil Qi that was not clearly visible wandering through the Primordial Land.

In this millennium, the great powers of Primordial had secluded themselves to comprehend the changes in the Heavenly Dao.

Logically, with these mighty great powers absent, the Primordial Land should have entered a relatively tranquil and prosperous era.

But the situation was quite the opposite.

As the disciples of Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun consecutively became Saints, the Witch and Demon Clans could no longer sit idle!

With the seven positions of Saints completely occupied, becoming a Saint required finding that slim chance of opportunity.

Yet finding that slim chance was easier said than done, therefore, the only path presented to the Witch and Demon Clans was to unify Primordial, gather the Qi Fortune of Primordial to oneself, forcibly break the shackles of Heavenly Dao, and instantly become a Saint.

Mount Buzhou, Ancestral Witch Hall.

“Big brother, that despicable beast has gone too far!

Since when has our Witch Tribe ever tolerated such indignity?” Gonggong’s hair and beard were a mess, his eyes bloodshot, gasping heavily.

The Great Witches, kneeling on one knee on the ground, carefully observed the expressions of the Ancestor Witches.

“Big brother, dear brothers!

Our Witch Tribe has grown to several billion strong today.

Day by day, we only cultivate our spiritual energy and strengthen our bodies within our tribes!

Yet the Demon Tribe repeatedly sends large numbers of birds and beasts to attack our tribes!

Although our people are not seriously harmed, how can we establish our authority and manage the Primordial if this continues?” Naz, his face full of sorrow, ceaselessly pounded his robust chest with fists as large as sandbags.

Di Jiang’s face was grim, he glanced at the Ancestor Witches but said nothing, instead, he looked towards the Heaven and Earth Taoist and asked, “Brother Li, what do you think about this?”

Heaven and Earth Taoist stepped forward, playing with several neat crosses in his hand, and said, “The actions of the Demon Tribe are merely aiming to provoke us deliberately.

If I am not wrong, they want to play the whore while also playing the virgin!”

Zhu Rong muttered, “Whore?

Virgin?

What’s that?”

Realizing the cultural gap, given that there were no such terms in the Primordial Era, the Heaven and Earth Taoist coughed awkwardly and continued, “To put it simply, they are looking for an excuse to make our Witch Tribe initiate the fight.

Creating the illusion of a passive retaliation, to maintain a good reputation.”

“Humph, that’s quite a clever plot!” Qiang Liang snorted coldly, his fingers snapping crisply.

Di Jiang tapped lightly on his seat, turning to look at Zhu Jiuyin, and asked, “Second brother, if our tribe goes to war, what are the chances of victory?”

Zhu Jiuyin opened his eyes, shook his head, and said, “The heavenly secrets are chaotic, the long river of time seems to be cut off!

I haven’t been able to find even a trace!”

“Seventy percent!” Heaven and Earth Taoist abruptly spoke out: “We have a seventy percent chance to send the Demon Tribe sky-high and enjoy tens of thousands of years of peace!”

“Let’s do this!” Di Jiang gritted his teeth in hatred, suddenly stood up, his towering figure exuding boundless might, his piercing eyes causing all present to dare not look directly, “Where is Xingtian?”

Xingtian’s eyes suddenly flashed brightly, he loudly said: “At your command!”

“Assemble all tribes, members above the rank of Earth Witch, be ready to take orders at any time!” Di Jiang’s voice was cold.

(Witch Tribe’s strength: Postnatal, Innate, Little Witch, Human Witch, Earth Witch, Heavenly Witch, Divine Witch, Great Witch, Ancestor Witch!

Corresponding to Refining Essence to Qi, Refining God to Void, Heavenly Immortal, Profound Immortal, Golden Immortal, Taiyi, Daluo, Daluo Golden Immortal, Quasi-Saint and sub-saint!)

“By the order of the esteemed Ancestor Witch!” Xingtian respectfully saluted and left the hall.

“Where is Jiufeng?”

“At your command!”

“Immediately prepare weapons and supplies, arrange for the tribe members to receive them!”

“By the order of the esteemed Ancestor Witch!”

After simple assignments, Di Jiang turned to the Heaven and Earth Taoist, softly saying, “Brother Li, is this arrangement suitable?”

The Heaven and Earth Taoist forced an extremely ugly smile, saying: “Yes!”

…

Thirty-three Layers of Heaven, Heavenly Court.

Di Jun sat on the throne, his face sullen, not uttering a single word.

His demeanor frightened Taiyi; the two brothers had never been apart since birth and knew each other’s temperaments deeply.

Taiyi asked: “Big brother, what is troubling you so much?”

Di Jun slowly lifted his head to look at Taiyi and said: “Now all disciples under the Tao Ancestor have become Saints, in the eyes of these Six Saints, you and I are nothing but insignificant!

What’s more, there’s now a Netherworld Saint coveting from the shadows.

Alas, our Demon Race is truly worrisome!”

Taiyi, obviously startled by his nature, never delved deep into these matters.

But hearing Di Jun’s words, he deeply agreed: “Big brother, don’t worry, doesn’t our Demon Race still have Lady Nuwa?

Their Witch Tribe doesn’t even have a single Saint, if it comes to extinction, their Witch Tribe will surely perish before us!”

Hearing Taiyi’s words made Di Jun feel even worse, but what could be done now?

Blame only that he and his brother didn’t snatch a spot at the Zixiao Palace when the Tao Ancestor was preaching; blame only that Hongyun’s death didn’t let them obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi; blame only the despicable Zhu Rong for seizing the Nine-nine Soul Scattering Gourd…

Di Jun sighed and fell silent, his expression turning even grimmer.

Kunpeng and Fu Xi, upon hearing this, also felt a bitter taste in their minds.

Especially Kunpeng, who really wanted to grab Poseidon’s soul and burn it in Divine Flames for eons.

He also lost his favorable regard for Di Jun and Taiyi, though they had saved him, they also harbored intentions to snatch the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

If they had acted earlier, perhaps that so-called Poseidon wouldn’t have seized Hongyun’s body, and the Hongmeng Purple Qi might have belonged to someone else!

Fu Xi also constantly sighed in his heart, originally he was also a stunningly talented individual with high cultivation.

Unfortunately, since joining the Heavenly Court, burdened by many matters of the court, his cultivation had not progressed at all!

Now thinking about his sister Nuwa’s words advising him not to join the Heavenly Court, he even thought Lady Nuwa was too unemotional after becoming a disciple of the Tao Ancestor, forgetting she too was a member of the Demon Race.

So he instead persuaded his sister, eventually earning two positions of Saint Emperor.

Looking back now, Fu Xi deeply regretted his past impulsiveness.

Not only did he trap himself, but he also dragged his sister into suffering.

Fortunately, his sister had already attained sainthood, but he himself was now too entangled to escape!

Everyone was silent for a long while, Di Jun broke the calm, looking towards Bai Ze seated beneath the throne, and said: “Fellow Daoist, how is our plan progressing?”

Bai Ze gently waved his feather fan, saying: “If my prediction is not wrong, the Witch Tribe will soon launch a great war!”

A gleam of sharp light flashed in Di Jun’s eyes, and he sinisterly smiled: “Good!”

Just at that moment, a surge of battle cries abruptly came from the South Heavenly Gate, the entire Heavenly Court engulfed by evil Qi.

Di Jiang’s voice came from all directions: “Demon Race brats, you have provoked my Witch Tribe time and again!

Today, my Witch Tribe shall flatten this Demon Court!”