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Heavenly Court, South Heavenly Gate.

Normally, this place is filled with auspicious energy, and the demon generals guarding the gate stand ramrod straight, afraid of disgracing the demon race. But today, these demon generals guarding the gate all have wide eyes and mouths agape, as if they want to laugh but dare not, their faces turning red and their necks bulging from holding it in.

In the distance, a dark, fleshy ball was stumbling and flying towards them.

No hair.

There wasn't a single hair.

As the ball of flesh flew closer, everyone could see clearly that it wasn't a ball of flesh at all, but rather their usually imposing and powerful demon master, Kunpeng, who was second only to the emperor. However, Kunpeng was now completely naked, his skin covered in bruises, and some areas were even blistered from burns. He looked like a plucked chicken that had just been pulled from a pot of boiling water.

"What are you looking at! Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Kunpeng was filled with shame and indignation. He barely covered his vital parts with his two bare wings and let out a hoarse roar.

The demon guarding the gate was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head, his shoulders still twitching.

Kunpeng dared not linger, nor even transform into human form—because even in human form, his clothes would be stripped off, and he wouldn't be as fast as his original form, this giant chicken. He charged into the Lingxiao Palace, bringing with him a burnt smell.

Inside the main hall.

Di Jun was holding a wine cup, listening to Tai Yi report on the training situation.

"Brother, the men are in high spirits right now. If that Lin Xuan dares to show his face, I..."

Before Taiyi could finish speaking, there was a "splat" sound.

A huge mountain of flesh crashed onto the floor in the center of the hall and bounced twice.

Di Jun's hand trembled, and the wine spilled all over his crotch.

Taiyi directly summoned the Chaos Bell in his hand and roared, "What kind of demon are you! How dare you trespass into the Lingxiao Palace! I'll make you... uh? Demon Master?"

Kunpeng lay on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face, looking utterly miserable.

"Your Majesty! Emperor Donghuang! You must avenge this old minister!"

Kunpeng's cry was as poignant as Meng Jiangnu's weeping at the Great Wall.

Di Jun took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the nausea and shock in his heart, and waved his hand to release a burst of magic power, which transformed into a black robe and covered Kunpeng.

"What happened?" Di Jun's voice was as cold as ice. "I sent you with three hundred demon guards to launch a surprise attack and annihilate the Witch Clan. And what happened? You came back alone? Where's your fur?"

Mentioning Mao made Kunpeng cry even more bitterly.

"Gone! All gone!"

Kunpeng, shrouded in a black robe, trembled. "Your Majesty, it was a trap! That little bastard Lin Xuan knew we were going! He set up the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation behind the Pangu Palace! The three hundred demon god guards didn't even hear a sound before they were shredded into mincemeat!"

"What?!"

Taiyi jumped up in shock. "The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation? Isn't that Tongtian's prized treasure? How did it end up in the hands of the Witch Clan? Could it be that the Three Pure Ones and the Witch Clan have joined forces?"

This is a bombshell.

If the Three Pure Ones really stand on the side of the Witch Clan, then what's the point of the Demon Clan? They might as well just disband and go back to their hometowns to farm.

"No...it's not the original." Kunpeng sniffled, recalling the terrifying sword energy, and his body trembled again. "Its power is slightly less than the legendary ones, but it was still enough to trap a Quasi-Saint. This old minister risked his life to escape, but...but those barbarians have no martial ethics!"

Kunpeng pointed to his bald head, filled with grief and indignation: "That Zhurong, he plucked the old minister's feathers from his head! That Gonggong, he sprayed the old minister's wounds with water! And that Lin Xuan... he's the worst of them all! He was drinking tea and watching the show on the sidelines, and even said he wanted to stew the old minister into soup!"

"That's enough!"

Di Jun slammed his hand on the table, and the table, made of ten-thousand-year-old black jade, instantly turned into dust.

He didn't want to hear Kunpeng's sob story anymore.

Every sentence he heard felt like a slap across the face.

The sneak attack failed, and they were humiliated instead.

Three hundred elite troops were wiped out, and the sorcerer was plucked and his hair displayed to the public.

This is simply the greatest disgrace since the founding of the demon race!

"Lin Xuan..." Di Jun gritted his teeth, chewing the two words into tiny fragments, "It's Lin Xuan again!"

"Brother, let's fight them!" Taiyi's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his neck. "I'll gather the troops right now and storm Buzhou Mountain! I refuse to believe that fake Immortal Slaughtering Formation can stop my Chaos Bell!"

"stop!"

Di Jun shouted sharply, stopping Taiyi.

His chest heaved violently, clearly indicating he was extremely angry. But he was, after all, the Heavenly Emperor, the leader of this vast power.

"Compete? What are we going to use to compete?"

Di Jun pointed at the Kunpeng below, which lay limp like a dead dog, "Even the Demon Master is in this state, what good will it do you if you go? Don't forget that Pangu aura from before! That newborn child was at the Golden Immortal realm! The Witch Clan has a primordial spirit, and now they have that strange formation..."

Di Jun slumped back onto his throne, the light in his eyes dimming slightly.

"If we start a war now, the demon race will surely be defeated."

These four words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing Taiyi's anger.

The main hall was deathly silent.

After a long silence, Di Jun finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "Send down the order to close the four gates of the Heavenly Court. All demons, withdraw your defenses and do not provoke the Witch Clan without authorization."

"Big brother?!" Taiyi looked at Dijun in disbelief.

"Tolerate."

Di Jun closed his eyes, his fingers gripping the armrest tightly. "A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. We must wait. Wait for Nuwa to become a saint, wait for the Dao Ancestor's next instruction, wait... for that variable to reveal a flaw."

"Kunpeng".

"Your subject... Your subject is here." Kunpeng shrank his neck.

"Go to the back hall to receive your punishment, then go into seclusion to recuperate. Don't come out looking like this and embarrass yourself."

"Yes..." Kunpeng felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and ran away in a scramble, wrapped in a black robe.

Taiyi looked at his elder brother's gloomy face, stomped his foot hard on the floor, making the entire Lingxiao Palace shake, and then turned and left angrily.

Di Jun sat alone in the empty hall.

He looked in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, where golden light still lingered.

"Lin Xuan, you've won this round."

"But we have a long way to go."

……

Buzhou Mountain.

There are no gloomy clouds and mists in the heavenly court here, only the deafening sound of gongs and drums.

Although the Kunpeng's feathers were plucked, they weren't wasted. Lin Xuan had people collect the feathers that carried the aura of a quasi-saint, preparing to make a feather duster for his newborn son... no, a feather robe.

"Thirteenth brother, that bald chicken is fast indeed." Zhu Rong said indistinctly while gnawing on a huge roasted leg, "If it dares to come again, I'll roast it to a crisp."

Lin Xuan sat beside him, holding the sleeping Lin Tian in his arms, a faint smile on his face.

"If they ran away, so be it."

Lin Xuan reached out and playfully poked his son's cheek. "Anyway, we've scared them half to death this time. We can have a few days of peace for a while now."

He glanced at the system panel in his mind.

[Mission Complete: Repelled the attackers.]

[Reward: 500 System Points]

"Only five hundred?" Lin Xuan curled his lip. "This Kunpeng is worthless. Looks like I'll have to catch a bigger fish next time."

However, looking at the little guy sleeping soundly in his arms, Lin Xuan's frustration vanished.

That's his source of confidence.

As long as the son is alive, the fortune of the witch clan will continue to rise.