The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 220 - 166 Mile’s Humiliation

Li Qingming turned his head with a mock smile and looked at Mile Daoist, "Mile Daoist, may I dare to ask what kind of exotic treasures the Western Two Saints have sent? Could you enlighten my humble household by showing us?"

Hearing this, the guests present couldn’t help but sneer inwardly, "What? You, Li the Pervert, calling yourself a small household? If you are a small household, then we must really be poverty-stricken! Isn’t this just utterly nauseating!"

Mile saw the other powers presenting such precious items and inwardly lamented that the Eastern was indeed a place of abundance. But thinking of the two items World Venerable Zhunti entrusted to him before departing, he felt a burning shame, almost wanting to knock his head against a wall.

Now, hearing Li Qingming’s teasing words, Mile clenched his teeth in hatred, and took out two golden lotuses shining with golden light from his storage space, "Our West is barren, devoid of rare and exotic treasures. Before departure, my Master cautioned this humble monk. These two Eighth Grade Merit Golden Lotuses are the finest spiritual treasures of our West; please, Your Majesties, no matter what, accept them!"

As he spoke, Mile passed the two dazzling golden lotuses to Bai Ze.

Now the guests from all over Primordial were utterly astounded. They had heard that the West was poor, but they never imagined it to be to such an extent! Just two Merit Golden Lotuses, barely qualifying as low-level postnatal spiritual treasures, and that’s what they gave to the grand Demon Emperors? This was frigid to the point of insult.

The thoughts of the guests were already this unbearable, not to mention what was going through Mile’s mind, "Master, Master, must we really stoop to this?"

Compared to the other Saints’ gifts, each and every spiritual object was scarce in the world, hard to find in Heaven and Earth.

Bai Ze, trembling with anger, held the two Merit Golden Lotuses in his hand and looked pitifully at Di Jun and Taiyi.

Di Jun and Taiyi, who had faces full of amiable smiles just moments ago, now appeared as cold as ice. They viewed the gesture of the Western Two Saints as a blatant slap in the face. What does being the Demon Emperor of the Heavenly Court amount to? What does ruling a territory matter? You are only worth two low-level postnatal spiritual treasures.

Li Qingming glanced slightly at the two Merit Golden Lotuses and suddenly feigned surprise, "Oh my, the Western Two Saints are indeed considerate! These two ’precious’ spiritual treasures, we at the Demon Court will accept!"

Li Qingming’s statement was like adding fuel to the fire, sending Taiyi, who was already on the verge of rage, exploding with fury.

Suddenly, Taiyi snatched the Eighth Grade Merit Golden Lotuses from Bai Ze’s hands and returned them to Mile Daoist, "Mile Daoist, our Heavenly Court is too modest to accommodate such a distinguished Buddha as yourself. Please take these two best spiritual treasures of the West back to your Mount Sumeru, Great Leiyin Temple!"

Emperor Jun, who had just reacted to the situation, was startled by Taiyi’s behavior. Despite Mile being a minor figure, behind him stood Saints Jieyin and Zhunti. Although what the West had done this time was indeed excessive, Emperor Jun did not wish to offend the West so easily.

"Daoist friend, please don’t be angry. My younger brother is impulsive, hot-tempered, and quick to anger. If he has offended you, please, Mile Daoist, do not take it to heart!" said Emperor Jun hastily, pulling Taiyi back and bowing forward.

Mile had already been stunned the moment Taiyi threw the two spiritual treasures back into his hands. He felt the ringing in his ears growing fainter and fainter, until it was barely audible. Everything that Emperor Jun said afterwards was in vain; Mile did not hear a single word.

Indeed, that was the case. Mile, being a disciple of a Saint, was revered wherever he went. Now, upon arriving at the Heavenly Court, after the initial snub at the entrance, came the public insult from Taiyi. The most fatal blow was that it was in front of all the distinguished great powers of Primordial Heaven and Earth. Even if Mile had a shameless demeanor similar to Zhunti’s, he could not tolerate such a humiliating ejection.

"Ha ha ha ha, Di Jun, Taiyi! You two are only worth two low-level postnatal spiritual treasures after all. Did you not see that Zhunti’s proud disciple doesn’t even bother to speak with you?" At this moment, Zhu Rong, who had been watching coldly, suddenly burst into laughter. The loudness of his voice snapped Mile, who had sank into confusion, back to reality.

"Zhu Rong, you whelp, what business of yours is the matter of our Heavenly Court?" Bai Ze glared at Zhu Rong, his face filled with raging fury.

"Your ears, our mouths! Do we need your consent to speak whatever we wish? Huh?" Zhu Jiuyin stood up abruptly, his countenance dark, the cultivation of a late Quasi-Saint fully bearing down on Bai Ze.

Bai Ze, who had only recently entered the early stages of a Quasi-Saint, was no match for the long-standing Quasi-Saint Zhu Jiuyin. He was quickly overwhelmed, turning pale as a sheet, with even his figure slumping slightly.

Kunpeng, who could not stand idly by, stealthily stepped forward, blocking Zhu Jiuyin’s aura completely within half a foot’s distance.

Seeing Kunpeng take action, the other Eleven Ancestor Witches stood up as well, looking ready to enter into combat.

Meanwhile, within the Palace of the Polestar, the gathering of the Demon Race was also on full alert, their spiritual treasures ready to strike! Countless Daluo Golden Immortals of the Great Demon level swarmed out from nowhere, forming a loose encirclement around the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Just as the confrontation between the Witch and Demon Clans was about to erupt, Mile, who had been shouted awake by Zhu Rong, suddenly stood up. The smile on his face disappeared, replaced by only sinister bitterness and endless resentment.

Maitreya said, "What a Demon Emperor, what a Demon Clan Heavenly Court! This poor monk has indeed seen it all. Farewell!"

With that, he turned and left.

"Maitreya Fellow Daoist..." Di Jun hurriedly spoke up, trying to keep Maitreya from leaving.

But with the current situation, as Maitreya storms off indignantly, the Twelve Ancestor Witches are roused with excitement. If things here are not handled well, it is feared that the Witch-Demon War from thousands of years ago might erupt once again.

Do not be fooled by the seemingly amiable and approachable appearances of the Primordial Great Powers present. But if a full-scale war really breaks out, the first to escape the battlefield would definitely be these Saints and Primordial Great Powers. And this joyous, celebratory Heavenly Marriage banquet would instantly turn into a hellish chaotic scene.

"Cough! Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, we have come here to offer congratulations, not to cause trouble!" The Heaven and Earth Taoist, who had been sitting still on his mat like a mountain, stood up. Patting Di Jiang on the arm, he said, "You should all tone down your auras. To offer congratulations, one should look the part. Isn’t that right, Fellow Daoist Qingmingzi?"

"He’s actually using me as a shield, what a scheme!" Although Li Qingming inwardly cursed the Heaven and Earth Taoist, he said aloud, "This friend speaks sensibly! Your Majesty, since the Heavenly Marriage Ceremony has ended, should we proceed to the banquet?"

"Hehehe, since all the Fellow Daoists have delivered their congratulatory gifts, our Witch Tribe cannot fall behind in speech!" The Heaven and Earth Taoist looked grimly at Di Jun and Taiyi, then threw out a glittering wheel, saying, "This wheel, I believe you two Fellow Daoists have longed for day and night! Today, this poor Daoist will offer this wheel as a congratulatory gift, wishing the four Daoists to grow old together and have children soon! Hehehehe... We take our leave now!"

With these words, the Heaven and Earth Taoist, along with a group of arrogant Ancestor Witches, descended from the Heavenly Court and returned to the Ancestral Witch Hall. The demon crowd couldn’t wait for them to leave and did not try to stop them in the slightest.

However, upon seeing this wheel, the affiliates of the Heavenly Court exploded in an uproar.

"What is going on here? How could the Witch Tribe be so kind-hearted to give away such a fine Innate Spiritual Treasure?"

"Nonsense, look closely! That’s the ’Sun Wheel’, the Spiritual Treasure of Emperor Di Jun!"

"That’s not right, how could the Sun Wheel be in the hands of the Witch Tribe?"

The exquisitely beautiful Sun Wheel drew an elegant curve in the air and landed straight in the hands of Di Jun. Di Jun’s hands trembled as he caressed the Sun Wheel, unable to comprehend how the Witch Tribe would so kindly return the Spiritual Treasure. Don’t they know the significance of the Sun and Moon Wheels, that these two Magic Treasures are comparable to Innate Treasures?

"Big brother, look at these patterns!" Taiyi took the Sun Wheel from Di Jun’s hands and suddenly pointed at a slightly dim, strange pattern, exclaiming in surprise.

Di Jun’s eyes focused, as if inspecting something. After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he exhaled lightly and said, "Hmm? Perhaps it’s a phenomenon triggered by the Sun Wheel sensing the presence of the Moon Wheel!"

Taiyi nodded doubtfully and handed the Sun Wheel back to Di Jun. Despite his confusion, the connection with the Sun Wheel assured him that not only was the Sun Wheel undamaged, its functions had greatly improved. Puzzled, Di Jun simply put away the Sun Wheel. In his view, even if those rude greats from the Witch Tribe had tampered with the Spiritual Treasure, they couldn’t stir up much trouble. After all, they have no Primordial Spirits, right?

Poor Di Jun, unaware that the Heaven and Earth Taoist possessed the Power of Primordial Spirit. Otherwise, he would not come to regret his oversight on this day in the future so deeply.

Having put away the Sun Wheel, Di Jun saw that the time was about right, and nearby side halls had already been prepared with fruits, spiritual wine, and exotic delicacies. He raised his voice and said, "Fellow Daoists, the side halls have been prepared with various delicacies, please move over to the side halls, let us drink together, and not stop until we’re drunk!"

At this moment, the Heavenly Marriage Ceremony finally reached its climax. Those acquainted and unacquainted, in groups of three or five, gathered at a table, discussing Taoism, Cultivation Techniques, and exchanging insights into the Heavenly Dao...

And figures like the four newlyweds, several Saints, Fu Xi, Zhen Yuanzi, the Four Sea Dragon Kings, several protectors, and others were still drinking merrily in the Palace of the Polestar!

This represented the highest echelons of Primordial power, finally gathered again after the Zixiao’s third lecture. Only things were different now, and matters were unsettled!

Who knows how much time passed, with cups clinking and toasts all around, several days and nights had gone by. The Saints, long having the intent to leave, exchanged looks and stood up to take their leave.

But just at this moment, a Dragon from the Dragon Clan, blood gushing from its body like a fountain, burst through the doors of the hall, and fell right in front of the East Sea Dragon King Aoguang, stammering out, "Your Ma... Majesty, our East Sea Dragon... Dragon Clan is under att... attack by an unknown force! We’ve been forced to... to retreat from the East Sea! The Dragon Palace of the East Sea... has... has fallen..."

With those words, the dragon bled from seven orifices and died!

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