Chapter 352

This top-tier divine ability wielder born of the Sea of Blood harbors a strong vengeful heart and bears grudges to an extreme degree.

Even though this era belongs to the Heavenly Court and the Wu Clan as their home turf, the forces under him that were just heavily crushed and suppressed appear to be spent and unable to contend any longer; he ought to keep a low profile, bide his time, and endure hardship.

But!

"I just can't swallow this anger!"

The mighty one dwelling in the Sea of Blood bared his teeth, gazing at the ancient starry sky, and said, "I can't openly ascend, for fear of provoking the demon‑witch gang alliance and being surrounded and kicked by a bunch of shameless bastards… but in secret, can't I just give that Di Jun a black eye, even if it's just a pile of dung?"

"Then I might as well not bother!"

A demon ancestor, at this moment his belly's foul water gushing everywhere, his thoughts sprang forth like a spring, advancing rapidly on the Great Dao of spraying, with brilliant inspiration flowing from his pen, he wrote furiously.

With a swish‑swish‑swish, he opened another templated flyer, fabricating the most bizarre rumors, all aimed at disgusting people, vowing to cause trouble for the Golden Crow clan, hoping to create a chance to turn the Golden Crow into a rare protected species in Honghuang.

"On the Sun God Star there is a top‑tier race called the three‑legged Golden Crow, which is most mysterious."

"The Golden Crow possesses a body, two wings, three feet, and countless feathers… secretly embodying the mystery of the Dao giving birth to One, One to Two, Two to Three, and Three to all things."

"The Golden Crow's dharma body naturally conforms to the Great Dao; it is what the universe cherishes, the holy spirit of heaven and earth."

"Its greatest difference from ordinary birds lies in its three feet."

Ordinary birds have a body, two wings, and myriad feathers—nothing out of the ordinary.

But.

A two‑legged toad is easy to find.

A three‑legged crow is hard to find.

The mighty one in the Sea of Blood emphasized that the Sun Golden Crow lineage's ability to surpass countless bird races stems precisely from its three legs, which perfectly link "Two" and "Myriad Things," making the workings of creation profound.

Therefore…

Let the enthusiastic expert tell the world how these three legs grow and wherein lies their marvel.

"Three gives rise to all things… therefore the number three is replete with infinite mysteries, governing generation and transformation, secretly in accord with the reproduction of heaven and earth."

"Yet when we observe the divine form of the demon sovereign, we usually see only two feet, making the third hard to find—could it be that heaven and earth have erred in transmitting that there ever was a third foot?"

"No! No!"

"That third foot, however, is "searched for among the crowd a hundred times, only to appear suddenly when one turns back, hidden in a secret, deep place"… its subtleties, let me explain them one by one!"

"It is precisely this third foot that distinguishes the Golden Crow from ordinary birds, governing life and creation; the Golden Crow imperial household's most wondrous method and principle have been forged into form, thereby achieving the myth of a premier race!"

Demon Ancestor Minghe began spouting nonsense at length.

He expounded on the reasons for the excellence of the Golden Crow clan.

He expounded on why the demon emperor Di Jun managed to win over a pair of Great Luo goddess sisters.

The focus all fell on that third leg.

And in the end.

The writer's killing intent truly manifested—

"Heaven and earth's creation and transformation, waxing and waning, shifting."

"The Way of Heaven reduces the excess to supplement the deficiency; the Way of Man reduces the deficiency to serve the excess."

"The subtlety of heaven and humanity, the changes of creation."

"The Golden Crow's strengths can also be obtained by all beings."

"This expert, referencing deer‑penis wine, tiger‑penis wine, ox‑penis wine, and so forth—over seven thousand nine hundred specific tonic liquors—has devised a formula, opening the door to tonic nourishment for all mankind and boosting my masculine vigor!"

"All that is needed is the Sun Golden Crow's most special leg, brewed and prepared, aided by the Through‑Nether Fruit, Life‑and‑Death Grass, Nine‑Yang Flower, Mysterious Yin Lotus… altogether ninety‑four thousand kinds of immortal herbs, gathering the Three‑Lights Divine Water, nurtured in the resting soil, and in three thousand years it becomes wine!"

"Upon drinking this wine, one gulp brings a great surge of masculine vigor, two gulps permanently increase endurance, three gulps make progeny's bloodline easy to propagate, and furthermore make their talent and bone structure superb…"

Chop off a leg of the Golden Crow, and blessings shall flow to descendants for myriad generations!

What are you all hesitating for?

Hurry up and act!

An article of unknown veracity, filled with various intimidating numbers, was written.

Then a seal was stamped, crudely forged from a randomly chiseled brick, claiming certification by a large group of highly professional and authoritative institutions, endorsed by supreme bigwigs—such as Xihuang, the Three Pure Ones, the Eastern King Prince, Demon Ancestor Minghe, the progenitor of the Dragon Clan, and so on.

With data and certification, it looks very much like the real thing… this is enough to fool sentient beings who don't understand the ins and outs.

It makes them half‑believing, half‑doubting, and even causes those who would otherwise be utterly convinced to waver.

No need to be surprised.

Across the entire Demon Race, the total number is so vast that trillions upon trillions cannot even describe it; even if a minuscule proportion yields eighteen billion fools, that is entirely normal.

Did the Demon Race truly finish popularizing the most comprehensive foundations of cultivation civilization, or do the demons simply study earnestly?

As long as a demon believes it.

And, driven by various motives, they reach out sinister demonic hands toward the Golden Crow clan, caring not for how filthy or low the means of poaching… it is clearly aimed at exterminating the Golden Crow from below the Great Luo level down to extinction!

Even if this requires an extremely, extremely long time.

Moreover, the fierce reaction of the Golden Crow's strong warriors, building protective circles and so on, will make success very difficult.

Nevertheless, considering the starting point of causing trouble and disgusting the opponent…

"Enough to make that bastard Di Jun remember it deeply; calculated by the time of the Great Calamity, it will constantly give the clan a headache over their safety!"

"Curse you for being shameless and faceless, allying horizontally and vertically to chop my armies; curse you for winning the sisters' favor, taking more and occupying more to feed my dogs…"

"You've offended me and still want to laze about? Go dream on!"

Demon Ancestor Minghe hummed a cheerful tune, heartily satisfied as he dispatched his own Trumpet—the countless, nearly innumerable blood‑god sons—secretly posting them throughout Honghuang, even daring to plaster them over the Southern Heaven Gate of the Heavenly Court, sticking them on the signboards.

This action, atop the already heated uproar that had drawn intense attention from mortal beings to the Golden Crow imperial household's secret lore, added another great storm.

The storm blew, the great waves surged.

As time passed.

Even some mighty ones of the Taiyi level were influenced and deluded, quietly making preparations, attempting to sneak onto the Sun God Star and chop off a few of the Golden Crow's third legs.

As for saying it's for personal use, is it because of that legendary miraculous efficacy, which is greatly beneficial to oneself and descendants' reproduction?

Or is it because that demon sect specially stirs up trouble, just to carry out those shady black-market deals where someone offers a sky-high temptation, ultimately driving one to take risks?

Then it's hard to say.

For a considerably long period of time.

Di Jun's mood wasn't very pleasant; looking at the chaos in heaven and earth, that very strange turmoil, he suddenly felt he somewhat understood the mindset of those single male deities he once force-fed dog food to.

Damn, that's outrageous!

A thousand words clogged in his chest; wanting to scold but it didn't suit his status, he held it in, his emotions agitated and explosive.

Especially —

"Don't let me know which bastard first shouted that hateful slogan…" Di Jun took a deep breath, struggling to control his emotions, "Damn the 'No gifts this holiday, only give crow-whip liquor'…"

His eyes blazed as he surveyed the myriad worlds, embracing the universe, looking back and forth at Mount Buzhou.

Because that sinister rumor about gift-giving originated precisely from the shared territory of humans and the Wu Clan!

It's just that there's no solid evidence to pinpoint who exactly is responsible.

Otherwise?

When Di Jun flies into a rage, he will make them know what it means for a demon sovereign to be furious—vast Honghuang awash with blood and drifting wreckage!

"As for the humans and the Wu Clan, there will eventually be a chance to settle accounts, to decide life and death."

Taiyi, returning from routine drills, looked at his elder brother shaking his head, "It doesn't really matter who pulled this little stunt."

"Rather, it's those various all‑sorts ads all revolving around our Golden Crow Clan; after each cleaning they don't stay gone long before they plaster the streets and alleys again, sticking on road signs and such… That's the disgusting part—we need to divert the gaze of the Demon Race's populace lingering on this strange function."

Taiyi said, pausing, realizing this wasn't very realistic—just as female cultivators of the Kun Dao pursue splendid ornaments and garments, the vast body of male cultivator brethren sometimes also reach the greatest consensus in a very particular field.

To be strong, or else to demonstrate one's strength in another way, proving the rationality and excellence of one's life continuation.

"If we can't divert it…" Taiyi mused, "then we'll find a backup to at least help share the burden."

"Little brother, you know me best." Di Jun nodded, eyes narrowing slightly, "This matter, I'm already handling it."

"Oh?" Taiyi's eyes lit up, he relaxed, then grew curious, "Who's giving us a backup?"

"Who else could it be?" Di Jun smiled faintly, "Obviously, the Dragon Clan!"

"Such a big target just makes my hands itch… So not long ago I started organizing some marines, laying preparations, to kick them into the pit as our backup."

"And don't even get me started."

"Being our backup, they're actually not wronged—after all, I wouldn't speak nonsense."

Di Jun curled his lip, "Our Golden Crow, after processing, can boost virility—but that's because its source is the sun‑god star, with naturally abundant yang energy; likewise it can enhance bloodline—but what top‑tier clan's living flesh lacks this effect?"

"But this effect, though present, is quite limited… That sneaky bastard in the dark is truly hateful—he doesn't outright falsify, but he inflates the data with misleading figures."

"But the Dragon Clan is quite different."

"They follow the path of life evolution… the fortuitous mysteries in their bodies ultimately amount to just a bit more than other clans."

"Thus dragon meat is nourishing, its flesh the most delicious."

"Now I'm sending them a special hat… I imagine they can bear it."

Di Jun gave a cold snort, "Furthermore."

"That old dragon is murky with the Wu Clan—many dragon‑shaped ornaments adorn the Twelve Ancestral Witches—and also murky with humanity, the true dragon Son of Heaven… heh…"

"If we're going to pit him, we pit him—might as well not let the pit go to waste!"

……

"Is dragon nature inherently lustful?"

"Lust my ass!"

"Besides the old ancestors playing around a bit, ten or seven out of ten of us dragons are splendid good dragons!"

The Four Sea Dragon Kings gathered in a crowd, the nine sons of the dragon forefather all assembled.

At this moment, the dragon kings were opening their mouths and spewing wildly.

For this, understanding should be shown.

After all, when anyone is happily watching a show and suddenly realizes they've become the monkey being watched, and on top of that acquires some bizarre epithets, even their kin can't find peace—if their mindset doesn't develop a problem, that would be strange.

"We are indeed splendid good dragons… but who would believe it if we said so?" the North Sea Dragon King sighed, "Rumors spread with a wag of the tongue, refutations run the legs ragged."

"Those dragonkin whose evolution is incomplete were clearly forged by the ancient laws inscribed by our forefathers in the Honghuang cosmic origin, yet now they've become the amorous debts we've stirred up, claiming we dabble broadly and mount anything we see."

"They also cite an example, saying that one of our clansmen named Bei Feng, precisely because his veins carry dragon blood, achieved that unbelievable feat—through propagation he added over a thousand species to the Honghuang total, even attaining the Great Luo realm thereby and going a considerable distance."

"Seeing that example left me stunned for a while… afterwards, thinking it over, I had nothing to say."

"What the hell is this?!"

The North Sea Dragon King shook his head.

"This matter… why not expel that fellow from the clan?" the South Sea Dragon King hesitated.

"What good would that do?" the East Sea and West Sea Dragon Kings rolled their eyes, "When you don't know which worthless bloke opened that forbidden door… from that moment on, whoever ought to be thinking of our dragon sons will surely keep thinking…"

"Who made it so that our Dragon Clan's true birth rate is unquestionably first among peers?"

"Other top‑tier clans, because their life essence is too lofty, find it hard to reproduce, so their numbers are scarce."

"And this doesn't even factor in cultivation."

"But put that on our Dragon Clan, and it's no problem at all."

The West Sea Dragon King smacked his lips, "As for me… my daughter? I won't even mention it—she's got plenty. As for my son? Just the other day I had my third, named Ao Lie."

"The West Sea Dragon Palace has a third prince? Congratulations." several dragon kings offered congratulations.

"Ah… never mind." the West Sea Dragon King sighed, "At three you can see the old man… this third son of mine was born with a streak of rebellious spirit

"Calling him mischievous isn't quite right, but he's also not something that lets me relax… if one wants to achieve something, they need to go through quite a bit of tempering."

"Is that so? Then perhaps we should pull strings, call in favors, see where there's a suitable post to give some fellow cultivators in mortal‑world training a hand—be a driver or a reading companion." the East Sea Dragon King, mature and steady, said, "Great Luo training holds surprises but no danger… it's sufficiently stimulating and always turns peril into fortune, polishing and broadening knowledge without conflict.

"I've been doing it, I've been doing it." The West Sea Dragon King smiled and said, "After all, I'm in the West Sea, and I have quite a bit of trade with the Buddhist Sect of Mount Sumeru; I can also talk with the two ancient Buddhas, Jieyin and Zhunti."

"Speaking of my third son's matter, when I mentioned it to the Buddhist Sect... several Buddhas all said, this couldn't be simpler."

"If the Buddhist Sect ever holds a large-scale training promotion, they will surely add my third son's name to it, go along for a trip, see the ways of the world, and undergo tempering and refinement."

"Several Buddhas patted their chests and told me, 'This process is exciting, exciting, but absolutely not dangerous... At that time, many inside will be shills, everything within controllable limits.'"

"That's good." The three Dragon Kings nodded, "Taking a few beatings from outsiders within controllable limits helps speed up the child's growth."

(End of chapter)