Don't let Yu Ding take on any more disciples.

Chapter 295 This boy is not worth discussing with!

P.S.: Here it comes!
Lord Ji Meng… Looking at Ji Meng, the demon gods and demon kings were visibly shaken.

"My lord, who is this person who could have injured you so badly?"

An old demon god, filled with shock, stepped forward and helped Ji Meng up to the temple atop the mountain in the capital.

Since they were forced to retreat to Beiju Luzhou, Ji Meng, as one of the few remaining powerful figures of the Demon Court, has provided shelter for the remaining demons.

He couldn't remember how many years had passed since this man suffered such a severe injury.

Perhaps... only the injuries sustained during that great calamity can be compared.

"Taoist Duobao!"

Ji Meng raised his eyes and glanced sideways at the sky, speaking coldly, word by word.

"Taoist Duobao?!" The demon gods and demon kings were shocked: "They still intervened?"

"As expected."

Ji Meng sat on a stone chair with a gloomy expression: "After all, the current Heavenly Court was established by the Three Pure Ones. They have no reason not to come, otherwise it would be unreasonable."

What I didn't expect was that Daoist Duobao had come with his four personal disciples and seven attendant immortals..."

Upon hearing this, the demon gods and great demon kings in the main hall became solemn and their faces showed worry.

"No, have these people from the Jie Sect lost their minds? We have nothing to say to the people from the Chan Sect, we didn't have any relationship to begin with."

A demon god in blue robes said, "But what about the people of the Jie Sect? Those guys are so lucky to become disciples of a saint, but when our Demon Court was in power, we didn't mistreat them. We treated them all with great courtesy and regarded them as honored guests."

Even the Sage of Biyou was once a guest of my Demon Court. We addressed them as brothers and treated them as such…

As he spoke, the demon god angrily said, "But what about the Heavenly Court now? They make them kneel down, make them bow down and submit, make them serve as their subordinates and risk their lives, and then they actually go and help them."

I don't understand! Ladies and gentlemen, I truly don't understand!

The other demons exchanged glances and sighed as well.

Come on, we don't understand either...

"Qian Xun, that's enough! They've come, but they're just going through the motions."

Ji Meng waved his hand, his eyes flashing, "Only this Duobao..."

Whether they were celestial demons or immortals of the Jie Sect, they were all extraordinary beings who attained enlightenment, so they used to get along quite well.

This Daoist Duobao is an exception.

Their demon court had hosted banquets many times, but he would only attend when the Shangqing Sage was present; otherwise, he would not come to any of the other banquets. Therefore, they had no real relationship.

As for the Chan Sect... needless to say, from its leader Yuanshi Tianzun down, every disciple is arrogant and disdainful of demons, so there's no chance of friendship; it's good enough if they don't fight when they meet.

When the demon gods heard that the disciples of Biyou Palace had gone easy on them, their anger subsided considerably.

"Then in this battle, we..." A demon god looked worried and hesitated to speak.

"Although I did not manage to capture Duobao, I did deplete his high-level combat power, and Duobao can no longer cause trouble."

Ji Meng pondered and said, "Although Fu Yuan is also an ancient immortal, he seems to have some injuries that haven't healed. With Gui Che's abilities, it should only be a matter of time before he takes him down. In addition, even if Huan Tian and Fei Yi can't take down the Antarctic Immortal and the Golden Spirit Mother, they should be able to hold them off... without much problem."

During the battle with Duobao, he vaguely saw that these few had also fought their way to the outer realms.

"But if we do that, they'll lose their Grand Luo Golden Immortal-level combat power."

After a pause, a strange smile appeared in Ji Meng's eyes: "But... our Sixth Prince has not yet made a move."

"The Sixth Prince?"

Upon hearing this, the group of demon gods immediately became excited.

"Let him reclaim the supreme glory that once belonged to his father; isn't that a destiny ordained by heaven?"

Ji Meng slowly leaned back against the stone chair, his eyes closing wearily.

"My lord, why don't you go and heal your wounds first?" a demon god said upon seeing this.

"Go outside and wait for news."

Ji Meng sat up cross-legged, a soft blue light emanating from his body and covering it: "The message has arrived. Notify me immediately!"

"I must wait for the results to come out, and then announce to the entire prehistoric world once again that my demon race has returned..."

"Yes!"

Seeing this, the group of demon gods said no more and withdrew to wait for news.

……

The Heavenly Realm, in front of the North Heavenly Gate.

The shouts of battle that filled the sky faded away like a tide as the demon army retreated and the heavenly army pursued them.

The once brutal battlefield gradually calmed down, leaving only blood-stained clouds, and not even a single corpse remained.

Because this is not in the celestial realm, and the clouds are not a physical entity, the corpses of the dead warriors fell to the mortal world and burned due to friction with the atmosphere.

The land was still in its darkest hour before dawn.

But the dawn of that day was not dark; countless creatures of the primordial world witnessed a scene they would never forget...

Brilliant meteors burst forth from the thick clouds, breaking the silence of the night and drawing long streaks across the sky, forming a beautiful meteor shower that lasted for a long time.

At Meishan, Yuan Hong stood with his hands behind his back, watching the disappearing shooting star, and said, "Was it beautiful?"

The other six oddballs stood beside him, and upon hearing this, nodded in bewilderment.

Yuan Hong sighed, "If you knew what these shooting stars represented, you probably wouldn't find them so interesting."

His pupils contracted as he watched this scene.

"What my brother means is..."

The six monsters seemed to have thought of something, staring at the meteor shower and swallowing hard.

Yuan Hong did not answer, and suddenly turned and headed towards the cave.

"Where are you going, bro?"

"Retreat!"

Yuan Hong said without turning his head that he had tested his cultivation results in this battle, and he could only say that he was relatively satisfied with the outcome.

After unleashing his potential, his combat power increased seventy or eighty times, which is roughly the difference in strength between each minor realm of a Golden Immortal.

Of course, the 70-80 fold increase in combat power was actually due to his exceptional performance.

The amount of mana consumed in that form was enormous. Even with the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, which could endlessly generate mana, he almost couldn't sustain it.

Unstable... Yuan Hong's eyes flickered. He decided to stabilize the current form first.

The Three Flowers and Five Qi are the foundation, while the development of potential brings about a real improvement in combat power.

……

In front of the North Heavenly Gate.

"Brother Duobao, I have a golden pill here. Take it to heal your injuries!"

Looking at Duobao, who was quite badly injured, Yu Ding hesitated for a moment before taking out a jade bottle from his sleeve.

Firstly, Duobao had really put in a lot of effort this time, earning his respect; secondly, the battle between the other three and the Demon Saint was not yet over.

If Daoist Duobao recovers soon, it will help stabilize the situation in the event of an emergency.

"Heh, don't we have Golden Core cultivators here?"

The Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit snorted, "I don't need your fake kindness. Besides, who knows if you've tampered with your golden core?"

The other immortals with wavy hair nodded repeatedly, staring warily at the jade cauldron. "Hehe, although this humble Daoist is not skilled in alchemy, I do possess some. Thank you, Jade Cauldron Daoist..."

Daoist Duobao waved his hand to stop his junior brothers and sisters, and smiled at Yu Ding with a pale face.

Yu Ding glanced at everyone, then opened the lid and poured out a golden pill with a faint purple-gold luster into his palm.

“This is…” Daoist Duobao’s eyes twitched.

The moment the golden core appeared, the expressions of Qiu Shou Xian and the others changed drastically: "An Eight-Turn Golden Core?"

"And it looks... like it was made by the eldest master?" the Holy Mother of Wudang mused.

"A petty mind..."

Yu Ding stared at the crowd, gave a light snort, and said with disdain, "You're judging people by their own standards!"

He would like to express his special gratitude to his beloved disciple, Longji, for providing the medicinal pills…

"Since you don't want it..." Yu Ding snorted and prepared to put it away.

"Ahem!" Daoist Duobao coughed slightly, his expression changing slightly. He swept his sleeve across Yu Ding's hand with a "whoosh" and smiled, "Then thank you for your kindness, Junior Brother Yu Ding."

With a flick of his sleeve, Yu Ding's hands were suddenly empty.

Brother Duobao's body is quite honest... Yu Ding smiled slightly: "You flatter me, it's only right."

Why does it feel like Brother Duobao's favorability towards me is skyrocketing!

When the members of the Jie Sect saw this scene, they couldn't help but look at each other in disbelief. Was this still their senior brother?

"Correct!"

At this moment, Dingguang Xian stared at Yu Ding with a mocking look, and stepped forward loudly, saying, "After Senior Brother was injured, Brother Yu Ding was able to take out an Eight-Turn Golden Pill that only takes a few hundred years to produce to heal Senior Brother. Brother Yu Ding... is a good person! Please accept my bow!"

He then pretended to go and worship, which made the others smile.

"What is a mere golden pill compared to Brother Duobao's injuries?"

Yu Ding said calmly, "Besides, Brother Duobao wasn't just injured for the Heavenly Court today, he was injured for us too. Without Brother Duobao, who could have stopped Ji Meng?"

“Jade Cauldron…” Daoist Duobao looked at the jade cauldron, his eyes slightly red, and felt the golden pill in his hand become heavy.

Despite the poor relationship between the two sects, and the fact that his junior brothers had crippled him last time, Yu Ding was still able to use the precious Eight-Turn Golden Elixir to heal him.

To be honest, Yu Ding is a really good person, you could date him!

How come I never noticed how pleasing the jade tripod was to the eye before...?

"Yes, what's a single Eight-Turn Golden Elixir?"

At this moment, Longji stepped forward, took out a jade bottle, and said, "Master, here are three more pills for you."

Hiss... Upon hearing this, the members of the Jie Sect immediately stopped laughing, their faces turning bright red.

Duo Bao, who was feeling touched, suddenly changed his expression. He looked at the jade bottle in Long Ji's hand, then at the golden pill in his own, and sighed.

The weight of the golden pill in my hand... doesn't seem so heavy anymore.

"Uh..." Yu Ding, who originally planned to win over Duo Bao, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with a sense of melancholy after sensing the change in Duo Bao's gaze.

You unlucky kid, what you did is...

"Hehe!" Yu Ding chuckled as he accepted the jade bottle, praising, "Well done!"

Sigh, we can't afford to offend our big spenders!
Besides, he knew right from wrong; Longji was helping him slap those bastards in the face!
"Esteemed immortals, the demon army has retreated."

At this moment, Venus stepped forward and said, "Why don't you all move inside the Heavenly Court..."

"Boom!"

Yu Ding glanced at Yang Jian, who was still dragging several demon gods into military training and getting struck by lightning not far away, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Let's wait until everything is over!"

……

Territory, the Northern Continent!
Imperial Capital Mountain!
Chi!
A streak of fire and light streaked across the sky, and in an instant, it reached the Imperial Capital Mountain.

"It's Brother Huoyi and the others!"

"Brother Firewing must have come back to bring good news first..."

Upon seeing the newcomers, the demon gods stationed at their main camp awaiting news couldn't help but beam with joy.

The crimson light landed and transformed into a disheveled, winged fire-winged demon god and others.

"Brother Firewing, how did the battle go?"

Huo Yi and the others hesitated to speak, when a demon god said, "Don't say anything yet, let's save this good news for Lord Ji Meng."

"what?"

The Firewing Demon God's expression changed: "Has Lord Ji Meng returned?"

"They're back, and they're waiting for news at the temple!"

"Take me to see the lord quickly..."

"Why are you in such a hurry? Even if you didn't say anything, we would still take you there."

The demons escorted the returning demon gods, including Huoyi, into the temple. As soon as they entered, they saw the severely injured Ji Meng and were overcome with grief. They all fell to the ground and cried out, "Lord Ji Meng!"

"What kind of behavior is it for grown men to be crying like this!"

Ji Meng, who was healing his wounds, opened his eyes and scolded the three men, then asked expectantly, "Well, have you taken over the Heavenly Realm yet?"

No matter how he calculated it, he felt there was no reason for him to lose.

"It's over, Lord Demon Saint, it's all over."

Firewing cried out, "Our army suffered a crushing defeat, with countless dead and wounded. We few risked our lives to come back and deliver the news."

"You're talking nonsense! How could we possibly lose?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Meng was shocked and furious, saying, "The experts from the Heavenly Court are being held back by us, and you can't even deal with the remaining rabble. What are you good for?"
Moreover, with the Sixth Prince in charge, who in the Heavenly Court at that time could rival him?

"Your Highness was the cause of our army's crushing defeat."

The Firewing Demon God cried out, "There is a Quasi-Saint in the opposing Heavenly Court!"

"Quasi-Saint? Bullshit!"

Ji Meng was nearly driven mad. Ignoring his injuries, he jumped up and shouted, "Back then, who on the Heavenly Court's side looked like a Quasi-Saint! Tell me!"

"His Highness confronted the Jade Cauldron Immortal, when suddenly the Jade Cauldron Immortal unleashed an incomparably terrifying sword aura. The Sixth Prince shouted to retreat, turned around and fled without looking back, and his whereabouts are now unknown."

The Firewing Demon God said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness's escape has thrown our army into chaos. The morale of our troops has plummeted, and countless brothers have been buried far from home. Everyone has scattered..."

"Everything I've said is the truth, not a single word is false. If Lord Ji Meng doesn't believe me, he is free to inquire whether what I've said is true or false. If there is even a single lie, Lord Demon Saint, you may punish me as you see fit, and I will have no complaints!"

"Lord Ji Meng! We are your witnesses!"

The other demon gods spoke with complicated expressions: "Indeed, it was the Sixth Prince's retreat without a fight that caused chaos in the army..."

"This……"

Looking at the several demon gods, Ji Meng was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and staggered, almost unable to catch his breath.

"Lord Ji Meng!" The group of demon gods were in a panic and rushed to support the backbone of the remnant of the demon court.

"You brat, you've ruined a great event for my clan!"

After a long while, Ji Meng finally caught his breath, then looked up to the sky and cried out in grief and indignation, "This brat is not worth discussing things with... Ah, pfft..."

Before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of bright red blood gushed out.

(End of this chapter)