Chapter 429: The Struggle of Emperor and Empress, the Battle of Siblings

Di Jun looked at Xihe, then glanced at Changxi, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Two ladies, virtuous and dignified, sensible and broad-minded... To be able to marry you is truly my fortune."

He spoke emotionally, praising the two women from the Taiyin Divine Star as divine beings.

Xihe and Changxi exchanged a glance, then shook their heads in tacit understanding, smiling without comment, neither accepting nor rejecting Di Jun's praise.

The Yao Emperor didn't mind too much, merely giving orders to the Yao Marshal Bai Ze.

"As for these matters, please trouble you, fellow Daoist."

Di Jun wrote the invitation with earnest words: "In our Heavenly Court, if we speak of understanding all kinds of ritual formalities, it is you, Daoist Bai Ze, the Historian, who is foremost... With you presiding, performing the rites to invite the Nüwa Empress to witness the marriage, we could temporarily cease the Wu-Yao bloodshed, giving the mortal realm a breather, yet still accomplish a fine deed."

"At Your Majesty's command, Bai Ze shall gladly comply." The Yao Marshal Bai Ze clasped his hands and accepted it.

"Excellent."

Di Jun gave a slight nod.

Afterward, the Yao Emperor moved on to the next topic... but in terms of importance, it was far less than before.

Most were supplements to the previous plans' execution, or else old, oft-repeated problems that never seemed to work well.

For example, that "Samsara Divine Cult" that keeps being hunted down but never eradicated; or, like the affair that began in Kunlun long ago, spreading madly like a plague, eventually becoming a notorious scandal that disrupted the Demon Race's internal harmony—the shady dealings behind the Games, and so on.

The temptation of reincarnation... discrimination between races...

There are many problems.

Even someone as resolute as Di Jun has not been able to cleanly resolve these troubles so far—because they challenge the human heart!

As long as injustice remains.

As long as species differ, with hunting and being hunted, conflict will always exist.

Want to resolve it?

That is certainly not something achieved overnight.

Moreover, the Wu Clan's opponents are adding fuel to the fire, with countless complications making things even more troublesome.

Forget it—it's too wasteful of energy.

Ignore it, and who knows? One day it might blow a huge hole.

By now, Di Jun has also come to let it go.

Internal conflicts are myriad and strange, right?

If so, let's transform them all into external conflicts, relying on the dividends of future war to dispel people's resentment!

By the way, we could also give the Wu Clan a similar move—

For example, the Slay-Wu Sword—wouldn't that be quite good?

……

The Heavenly Court's highest council lasted a full thirty days and nights, during which, under the leadership of Emperor Di Jun the Yao Emperor, one Yao god after another spoke enthusiastically, contributing their share to the prosperity of the Demon Race.

Only after the concrete strategy was thoroughly decided, with backup plans reaching number nine thousand five hundred seventy-two, roughly able to cope with all strange changes, was it considered concluded.

When Di Jun announced the adjournment.

The gods secretly breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed their nerves, and voluntarily and orderly withdrew.

"Xihe, Changxi... you stay behind."

Just as the two Taiyin goddesses were about to leave, Di Jun spoke to detain them.

Xihe blinked in surprise, Changxi looked astonished; the expressions of the two Taiyin goddesses were full of bewilderment and confusion.

But they were obedient.

They withdrew the steps they had already taken and sat back down in their original places.

Taiyi observed the whole process.

As the second-to-last heavenly sovereign to withdraw, he now wore a strange, inexplicable expression, revealing a look that said, "So this is what you're like as an older brother," gazing at Di Jun with deep significance.

Thereafter, without waiting for Di Jun to say anything, he strode away from the palace.

This departure was just a departure... he also, in passing, pulled the hall's great door shut behind him.

Finally, what met Di Jun's eyes was Taiyi's playful yet encouraging gaze, wishing him success in his endeavors.

Di Jun watched this scene, his mouth twitching, one arm slightly raised as if to detain and explain a bit—he was, after all, a proper deity!

How could he be playing a daytime flirtation game?!

"Bang!"

But unfortunately, Taiyi did not give him that chance to explain.

In the soft sound, the palace doors shut, and this place instantly became an independent world—one man and two women within, the air seemingly turning ambiguous as a result.

"Tsk."

Di Jun shook his head.

Rising, he stepped forward and stood before the two Taiyin goddesses seated side by side.

They were close enough that they could hear each other's breathing and heartbeat.

Xihe's gaze was calm, her hands folded before her abdomen, her posture dignified and elegant, bearing an air of nobility as she steadfastly met Di Jun's eyes.

Changxi was more lively, her bright eyes blinking, her nobility slightly less, yet her spirit surpassed her sister's by a third.

The two Taiyin goddesses each had their own charm, truly peerless in beauty and grace.

Unfortunately.

Yet they both ended up benefiting Di Jun, causing countless male innate deities to envy, resent, and hate him—staying awake past midnight, gazing at the moon in the training hall, drawing circles and cursing Di Jun.

Moreover, the Golden Crow Clan hasn't fared poorly either... under the instigation of some, their third leg faces grave danger.

To call Di Jun a great winner in the divine life—few would likely object.

To have a pair of wings, to aid in soaring the heavens, further breaking the balance of the already uneven male-female Daluo numbers... or else he is the most exalted sovereign of the Demon Race in this era, wielding great authority...

Career and love, a double harvest, enviable to others.

However...

At this moment, Di Jun's expression seemed somewhat regretful.

His gaze at Xihe and Changxi was full of tenderness, yet deep down there was a hint of helplessness and lament, clearly captured by the two lunar goddesses.

This made their hearts skip a beat.

The originally steady little eyes began to wander involuntarily... When the sisters looked at each other, the clearest understanding accumulated over countless years was transmitted in a glance—countless thoughts, furtive like covert intelligence operatives meeting in the dark.

"Ah."

Di Jun shook his head, then shook his head again.

He restrained his emotive gaze, hiding it all in his heart, still the inscrutable Yao Emperor whose motives and machinations the gods of old could not fathom.

"All right, you don't need to be like this…" he said with a smile, "I still have some guesses about many things."

"No need to explain."

Di Jun suddenly stretched out a hand, raising a finger, first hovering before Xihe's lips to signal her to be silent, then swiftly moving it before Changxi's face, doing the same.

He knows how to manage his wives, his skill in training them is superb—after all, he fought his way out of countless dangers to sit on the Yao Emperor's throne, and daily he mediates factional disputes, employing all manner of alliances and strategies, his experience innumerable.

Even though the two goddesses from the Lunar Star are no pushovers, just what exactly are their respective ranks?

Di Jun still needs to be a bit more fierce.

At this moment he exuded a suppressive aura that made the sisters obedient.

"You may stay silent, but don't deceive me." A smile appeared in Di Jun's eyes, "I still treasure this relationship."

"I don't want to plant the seeds of trouble right from the start."

"Ideals may differ, understandings may vary, views may even oppose… but the original intention, I hope it can be the purest and best."

Xihe blinked nonstop, she spoke for the sister pair, "Huh… you see it so openly?"

"Ha… you! You seem to underestimate your husband?" Di Jun withdrew his finger, hands behind his back, the posture that had been leaning forward in flirtation straightened, "We cultivate, explore eternity, chase Pangu's achievements—this carries our dreams, but it is not the whole of our lives."

"We walk the path of cultivation to make life more wonderful, thereby realizing our ideals."

"Not to become puppets of the Dao, losing ourselves, existing only for the Dao."

"So."

"I can take it up and also let it go."

Di Jun spoke calmly, at this moment a brilliant radiance shone, etched into the hearts of Xihe and Changxi.

"Besides, I'm still getting the better end of the deal, aren't I?" His tone suddenly shifted, his smile thick and impossible to dispel.

"Look."

"I could so easily achieve this feat, easily marry you sisters, without enduring the madness of the "Women's Divine Mutual Aid Alliance," being hung on the wall every day as a scoundrel, cursed for an age, possibly even into the next eon."

"How great an advantage have I gained?"

"Furthermore."

Di Jun calculated on his fingers, "You've become the Heavenly Empress, for the sake of the Heavenly Court's survival—shouldn't you bear me a few sons?"

"No matter what, I'm still making a huge profit."

"As for the trouble that might come from it?"

Di Jun gave a heh laugh, "What's that?"

"Sooner or later."

"I can turn you around—I still have that confidence."

"The delicacy delivered to my lips may have thorns, but I'm not greedy; I have patience to assimilate you, eventually making you conform to my shape."

"Ptooey!"

Xihe gave a light ptooey, her face flushed slightly but soon faded, "Di Jun, let me tell you… you can't talk nonsense."

"You doubt us so much, yet you need to provide evidence."

"Evidence? It'll come sooner or later." Di Jun said calmly, "You must trust my old trade… what did I start out doing?"

"Tracing clues, unraveling silk… I've had a hand in intelligence work."

"You two little fat sheep, still dare to wander before me?"

He stretched out both hands, rubbing Xihe's and Changxi's heads, "Your cultivation is a bit lacking, huh?"

"But, for the sake of our marriage… I'll give you a chance!"

"Let's see—will you turn me, or will I assimilate you?"

"You're very confident." Xihe sighed.

"Of course." Di Jun nodded, then teased, "Come…"

"To show your passion for work and ideals, and your endurance."

"Quick."

"Quick, act cute, use a sweet voice, shout "husband" for me to hear?"

Di Jun's words fell, and the hall fell silent instantly.

"Then…"

"There was no then."

That day, in the Heavenly Court, many divinities saw a shooting star flash; Di Jun flew sideways and crashed into the Sun Star.

"……"

Báizé the Yao Marshal bore a heavy responsibility, taking on the task of inviting the officiant.

But, while he was still on the road, he had not yet reached Nüwa's place.

Among humanity, at this moment it was no longer "peaceful."

What's the reason?

It's naturally due to Paoqi's arrangement, having forged a Human King Seal to symbolize the supreme authority of the human race.

Fuxi and Nüwa are now rolling up their sleeves, glaring at each other.

The reason, naturally, is that exquisite treasure seal among them.

Oh.

Right.

Right now, in this Human Race Supreme Holy Hall, besides the pair of siblings, there is actually another person—Fengxi, a candidate for Wind Lord.

But Fengxi now keeps his head down, trying to make himself invisible, almost wishing to hide in a corner like a cat to avoid the aftermath of the siblings' clashing sparks.

Hmm.

The feeling of a family of three is very strong.

Mom and Dad are arguing.

The child knows he can't persuade them, obediently and sensibly squatting in the corner.

Not only must he stay in the corner, but he must not show schadenfreude… otherwise the tragedy of a mixed doubles match could very well befall him.

Under the guise of 'hard study,' he immerses himself in a working state, demonstrating the attitude of not missing any chance to improve himself—I'm addicted to work, work makes me happy!

As for in secret?

Fengxi's ears have long been perked up, multitasking, closely watching the unfolding and performance of a family drama.

One cannot openly revel in others' misfortune, lest they be held accountable later… but surely one can still enjoy it secretly?

As the sole witness, Fengxi resolves to bear the mission of a great historian, representing the Three Thousand Great Luo, recording the unofficial wild history.

……

As for that Human King Seal, there's no problem with its material.

Whether it's a pretense or made of some rare material, it actually doesn't matter—given Paoqi's current prestige and authority, he could simply pick up a stone from the ground, carve it, and make the seal.

That sense of righteousness, that authority, will be acknowledged by the human race, the Wu Clan, and even the Demon Race as opponents.

Being able to use copper is already giving face, isn't it?

For this reason, the innate divine beings of the Daoist temple on First Mountain even have to rush to send gifts to Great Sage Fuxi.

After all, he will have something to brag about in the future——the openly known supplier of materials for the human king's seal, the original source of First Mountain copper……Even the renowned Majesty Xihuang acknowledges the quality of First Mountain copper, who among you still objects?

Make it or not?

Our First Mountain copper, from now on its selling price won't be just plain copper……You'll also have to buy a share of loneliness, buy a share of status.

This is selling luxury goods!

Just like the Phoenix Clan's paulownia wood, that is the material source for Great Sage Fuxi's "Fuxi Qin"……So when purchasing instruments later, scrutinizing the wood, shouldn't the first choice be the "Paulownia brand"?

First Mountain copper is the same.

Being able to put the advertisement up at the highest human royal court, this is definitely a heaven-sent joy……That deity sending the gift is also doing so willingly.

Of course.

It will cause a dispute between Fuxi and Nüwa, but it's not really related to the material.

The real reason is the design of that seal.

"You're making me angry!"

Feng Lixiyi was blaming with righteous words, a finger poking and poking, pointing at Pao Qi's shoulder, expressing their dissatisfaction.

She is very angry!

"Oh?" Pao Qi laughed and retorted, "My cute and lovable little sister, can you tell me how I've made you angry?"

"How can you write and engrave the five-direction Heavenly Emperors? Change! It must be changed!" Feng Lixiyi's reason is very ample.

(End of chapter)