The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 62 - 8 Di Jun’s Plot Qingming Beheads the Corpse

62: Chapter 8: Di Jun’s Plot, Qingming Beheads the Corpse

62 -8: Di Jun’s Plot, Qingming Beheads the Corpse

Upon the completion of Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun’s second sermon, Li Qingming was about to return to Ten Thousand Bamboo Island but was stopped at the palace gate by Di Jun.

“Fellow Daoist Qingmingzi, please hold your steps!” Di Jun, with a smile on his face, was unusually amiable despite his normally dignified demeanor.

“Oh?” Li Qingming descended from the clouds and looked at Di Jun and his entourage, asking, “I wonder what brings Fellow Daoist Di Jun to me?”

“Ha ha, thousands of years ago, you met my second brother at Mount Buzhou.

I have long wanted to get acquainted with you, Fellow Daoist, but I have been busy with various matters and focused on cultivation, hence I never visited before.

Meeting today at Zixiao Palace, you must surely visit me at my Sun Star to discuss our fellowship!”

Compared to the always proud and haughty Taiyi, Di Jun is undoubtedly the more eloquently persuasive.

Li Qingming chuckled lightly, looking at Di Jun and said: “Fellow Daoist, your words are too flattering.

What quality or ability do I have to deserve such high regard from you?

I’ve heard that there is an Innate Spirit Root named Fusang Wood on the Sun Star, which I have long wished to see.

How could I refuse such a gracious invitation?”

“Ha ha ha…

in that case, please, Fellow Daoist!” Di Jun laughed heartily, took Li Qingming by the hand, and headed straight for the Sun Star.

…

“Fellow Daoists, what do you think of my Sun Star?” Di Jun sat in the grand hall, a faint smile sprawling on his face.

“This Sun Star, transformed from the eyes of the Pan Gu God, boasts not only the essence of the sun that fills the sky, but also the dense spiritual energy here is enough to condense into crystals!

Indeed, it’s a holy place for cultivation for those with a Fire Attribute Dao Body!” Kun Peng said with an unsightly smile curling at the corner of his mouth, speaking hoarsely.

“Hehe, what Fellow Daoist Kun Peng said is absolutely true!” Li Qingming squinted his eyes, quite enjoying the scorching ambiance of the Sun Star.

The other transformed demon beasts, like Bi Fang and Nine Youths, murmured their agreement quietly.

“Ha ha ha, it’s rare to receive such praise from you, Fellow Daoists!

I’m very happy today!” Di Jun laughed loudly, then suddenly, shifting the topic, he asked, “I wonder what you all think about the ennoblement bestowed by our master today?”

Li Qingming chuckled inwardly: “Here it comes, I knew Di Jun wouldn’t invite me to the Sun Star without a reason.” He thought to himself and remained silent, merely observing the behaviors and expressions of the others discreetly.

Taiyi stood up angrily and said, “Hmph!

I certainly do not accept that East King.

Not only is he incompetent, but his face is also full of insincere smiles, absolutely nauseating!”

“Fellow Daoist, be cautious with your words.

After all, the East King is the leader of all male immortals directly appointed by the Taoist.

We are all under his jurisdiction,” said a Daoist dressed in a Moon-white Eight Diagrams Taoist robe.

This Daoist, named Bai Ze, was originally the Primordial Strange Beast “White Beast” transformed.

This creature, endowed with knowledge from astronomy to trivial matters, understands the past and the future, born with the gift of speech.

It knows all the names and appearances of all the spirits and monsters in the Primordial World.

“Fellow Daoist Bai Ze speaks sensibly!” Di Jun stood up and paced around in the hall, “This East King, although not very capable, was born from the first positive Yang energy between Heaven and Earth, inheriting the rightful Qi of Heaven and Earth.

It’s only natural for him to manage the Primordial Immortals.”

“Damn it, so hypocritical, way too hypocritical!” Li Qingming watched Di Jun’s one-man show with cold eyes, cursing under his breath.

“Moreover, this leader of all male immortals was appointed by Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun himself.

What can we do even if we feel dissatisfied?”

As expected, while Di Jun’s words didn’t contain any disrespectful language, his dissatisfaction was clear enough for even a fool to detect.

“Clap!

Clap!

Clap!”

Li Qingming clapped his hands, drawing everyone’s attention, cleared his throat and said, “Fellow Daoist, let’s not beat around the bush.

Spare us the niceties, just speak your mind!”

Di Jun’s eyes gleamed with mirth, saying, “Indeed, nothing can be hidden from you, Fellow Daoist.

In this Primordial Land where the strong reign supreme, who would willingly follow the orders of an utterly worthless leader!”

“Oh, and what are your thoughts, Fellow Daoist?” Li Qingming already had a good guess of Di Jun’s intentions, but he certainly wasn’t going to say it out loud for him.

These words came from Di Jun’s mouth, thus they represented Heaven’s Will.

If Li Qingming were to overstep his bounds, and if such words reached the ears of East King and The Queen Mother of the West, it would surely provoke a chain of cause and effect.

“Hahaha, there are many who have achieved immortality between heaven and earth.

While there are female immortals, male immortals make up seven or eight tenths of the Primordial Immortals.

Would it not be a waste of heaven’s gifts if such power were in the hands of a nameless, incapable individual?”

Without any hesitation, Di Jun boldly proclaimed, “If we could consolidate this force, following the example of the Innate Three Clans, then all of us could leverage the power of heaven and earth to achieve the Great Dao!”

“Although your words are tempting to us, the Innate Three Clans were immensely powerful at their pinnacle!

Even they did not succeed, and our difference from them is substantial; we fear it’s difficult to achieve success!

Ah!” Bai Ze gently waved his feather fan, sighing. freewebnøvel.coɱ

“Damn it, cultivation itself is defying the heavens!

Either we remain mediocre under the Heavenly Dao for eons, or we break the heavens and defy fate to become saints, even if it means turning to ashes; it would be without regrets!”

Taiyi, fiddling with the Chaos Bell, suddenly shouted out loud.

“What a sentiment, breaking the heavens!

Let us do it!”

Shangyang, Ghost Car, Ci Tie, and other Demon Saints, hearing Taiyi’s words, their eyes emitted bursts of brilliance and roared in unison.

A trace of worry flickered through Bai Ze’s eyes, imperceptibly shaking his head.

“Fellow Daoist, what do you think?”

Di Jun, visibly excited, turned to look at Li Qingming.

“Why do you seek me alone, Fellow Daoist?

Nuwa and Fu Xi are also beings of great power; why not invite them?”

Instead of answering Di Jun’s question, Li Qingming brought up Fu Xi and Nuwa.

“Ah!

Fellow Daoist, you’re unaware.

Although Fu Xi and Nuwa agreed with my idea earlier, they have hesitated to join!

I am also helpless,” Di Jun sighed lightly, explaining.

With myriad thoughts in his mind, Li Qingming knew this Calamity would designate the Demon Race and the Witch Tribe as main actors in the struggle for the destiny of the Primordial World, and both clans were destined to decline.

Now, it was up to Li Qingming alone to decide his actions.

“Damn it, cultivating to confusion!

When the road to the mountain is reached, there’s a way; when the ship reaches the bridge, it will straighten itself.

Why bother with so much calculation?

As Heaven wills, so let it be!”

With that thought, a purple brilliance flashed in Li Qingming’s eyes, and suddenly, a huge Qingyun appeared above his head.

On it, the Qiankun Ruler, Qiankun Map, and Qiankun Tripod flickered, and most astonishingly, in their midst, clustered a giant Purple Bamboo reaching sky-high.

“Boom”

On the furthest left side of Qingyun, the Qiankun Map emitted an ancient aura, as if a living being was awakening, engulfing heaven and earth.

It seemed to devour the entire Sun Star, causing all the stars in the sky to fall into the Primordial!

“Whoosh whoosh!”

The towering waves suddenly retracted, and a middle-aged man in a moon-white Daoist robe, with a benevolent expression, slowly stepped out from the purple waves.

“Fellow Daoist, this humble Daoist pays respect!” The Daoist robe of the man was embroidered with sun and moon cycles and splendid rivers.

Upon closer inspection, it resembled a miniature Primordial World.

“There’s no need for such formalities between us, as we are originally one!

You are named Qian Shanhe, known as Mountain River Taoist!

Please, return to the Qingyun,” Li Qingming gestured respectfully to Mountain River Taoist.

It felt strange to pay respects to oneself.

Li Qingming, still not recovered from the sensation of splitting his spiritual self, was then drawn by a clear voice to the entrance of the Sun Palace.

“Hahaha, I wondered who could command such grandeur, turns out it’s Fellow Daoist Qingmingzi!

No wonder, no wonder…

Hahaha…”