If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 1336 The Jade Emperor is captured in one fell swoop, and Grand Tutor Yu is also captured in one fell swoop.

The beggar Xiaoyu pulled the purple-haired demon lord to a secluded corner far from Baiyun Peak.

She only released a small amount of the Chaos Demon God's essence, and the purple-haired demon lord opposite her trembled with fear, his knees went weak, and he almost knelt down.

It's not that he's a coward.

As a demonic cultivator, one would instinctively feel awe and fear when facing a "demon ancestor" whose demonic power far surpasses one's own.

Those demonic cultivators who absorbed the essence of the Chaos God became "Demon Ancestors," passing down their demonic power from generation to generation, thus forming the Demonic Sect.

Without a doubt, Xiaoyu is the first Demon Ancestor, and a peerless old demon with an exceptionally abundant source.

The purple-haired demon lord, whose lineage is unknown, is just a little demon cub.

Fortunately, his magical origin was not from the same system as Xiaoyu's "Nightmare," otherwise he would not have been able to stand steadily at this moment, and the magical power in his body would automatically leave his body and try to merge into the "Demon Ancestor's" body.

"Senior, you, you are also... This humble one greets you, senior." He had been filled with doubt and skepticism when he heard the beggar Xiaoyu boast that he had lived for thousands of years.

Now, Demon Ancestor Xiaoyu remained silent, his face filled with panic as he knelt down and kowtowed.

The beggar Xiaoyu said calmly, "We've been rambling on for so long, and you haven't said what you want with me, the ancestor. If you hadn't been pulling and tugging at me, my identity wouldn't have been exposed, and I could have continued to deceive the world with my harmless beggar persona."

Having confirmed that the other party was an unparalleled old demon, how could the purple-haired demon lord dare to reveal his true thoughts?

“Ancestor, I see that you walk with ease and look confident, as if you are about to break the mountain-guarding immortal formation of Baiyun Peak. I admire you and would like to travel with you to enter the immortal mansion together and encounter immortal opportunities.”

The beggar Xiaoyu looked at him with disdain, "Someone like you dares to associate with me, your ancestor?"

The purple-haired demon lord chuckled and said, "Even someone with such profound magical power as our ancestor cannot do everything personally."

Since you didn't bring a disciple, just treat me as a menial servant!

All the miscellaneous and trivial tasks were done by the junior staff.

The beggar Xiaoyu showed a hint of interest and murmured, "The ancestor originally had a disciple, but the day before yesterday he was so hungry that there were too many great immortals in the Central Plains, so the ancestor did not dare to act rashly and used him as a snack with wine."

"I really need a servant boy around these days."

—Damn it, he even eats the young Taoist servants who serve him. This old devil is even more depraved than our master.

The purple-haired demon lord's heart trembled slightly. He lowered his head and said meekly, "This humble servant is not afraid of the immortals of the Xuanmen Sect. If the ancestor is hungry, this humble servant can go and kidnap a few pairs of young boys and girls nearby to accompany the ancestor's wine."

That's what he said, but what he really thought was: As long as you let me leave, I'll run away immediately and never see you again.

As for kidnapping young boys and girls in the vicinity
Even this old demon is afraid of the Xuanmen True Immortals slaying demons and eliminating evil. He's not some ignorant fool, how could he not be afraid?
Ying Zheng's massacres wiped out the cannibalistic evil cultivators of the land several times over, with millions of victims.

His master, the Enchanted One, was one of the "Ten Ancestors of the Southern Demonic Sect," renowned throughout the world for tens of thousands of years. Yet, faced with the iron cavalry of the Qin Dynasty, he was reduced to a homeless dog.

Of the hundreds of disciples in the sect, only he and his eldest brother survived. To this day, their master has not dared to set foot in the Central Plains.

Although Ying Zheng is dead, he never personally used his imperial authority to bloodly exterminate evil spirits.

Ying Zheng transformed the entire Central Plains into a massive military camp. Even the county magistrates of small towns were top-tier immortals and generals, capable of summoning hundreds of immortals to form powerful military formations that could annihilate an evil cultivation sect.

There's no need to alarm the Xingyang and Xianyang courts at all; as long as he eats people in the nearby towns, the county magistrate will immediately come after him to hunt him down.

The beggar Xiaoyu said with satisfaction, "Good lad, you are so filial, let's travel together!"

The purple-haired demon lord felt bitter inside.

He preferred to travel with a virtuous stranger from the Xuanmen sect rather than with the old demon.

A virtuous person would at least not suddenly turn on him. If the old demon is hungry, he will devour him whole without warning or reason.

"Ancestor, I still have a few companions."

The old ancestor waved his hand magnanimously, "A bunch of chickens and dogs, ignore them, it's just the two of us. Come on, transform into a Taoist priest and let me see."

The purple-haired demon lord hesitated and said, "Illusions can deceive mortal martial artists, but I'm afraid they can't fool true cultivators of the Xuanmen sect."

"All you know is illusion magic?" The patriarch glanced at him contemptuously, his face suddenly transforming into rotting intestinal worms, and a sinister nightmare power spread out.

The purple-haired demon lord was only touched by a little bit of the purplish-red smoke before he became dizzy and swayed, almost collapsing to the ground, before falling into a deep sleep.

The patriarch restrained his demonic powers and did not truly defeat him.

She was simply using the "Demon Gate: Transformation Technique" in public.

Then I saw her entire body transform into countless intestinal worms, which coiled around her bones, writhing and reassembling before finally returning to skin and flesh. She also transformed from a young beggar into a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with a dark face and a square head.

He looks a bit like a country bumpkin, rustic and unsophisticated.

"From now on, I am 'Little Pancake Boy,' your Daoist disciple. You should also change your appearance to that of a wise and venerable old master from another sect. Try to be as kind and amiable as possible, to make it easier to deceive people."

The purple-haired demon lord exerted all his strength and went to great lengths to barely suppress the old demon's demonic power from "corroding" him.

“Ancestor, I dare not, I am your Daoist disciple.”

At this moment, the fear and awe in his eyes as he looked at the old demon were so intense they seemed to crystallize; it was genuine trepidation, not mere humility or politeness.

Hu Bing Xiaoyu laughed and said, "This time, I, the ancestor, plan to make a big splash and make sure to gather all thirty-six Heavenly Generals."

At that point, we'll inevitably have to mark the targets and then unleash a massacre.

At this time, if he were to change into the appearance of a harmless, foolish village novice, he would be easy to deceive people.

"If I were to kill and rob, and then be hunted down by Taoist priests, I, a mere foolish Taoist novice, wouldn't be a primary target, making my escape much easier."

The purple-haired demon lord's fairly square face twisted into a bitter gourd strip. "Ancestor, I only know illusion magic. My transformations are not as refined as yours. Instead, I've made a fool of myself and exposed your identity."

Hu Bing Xiaoyu said, "Your purple hair is the most eye-catching thing. If you shave your purple hair, cut your beard, and change your clothes, you won't even need to change your appearance. I guarantee that none of your acquaintances will recognize you."

"Damn, do you know why I'm called 'The Purple-Haired Venerable'? Purple hair is my trademark, a special organ for me to unleash demonic arts and store magical power. Without my purple hair, could I still be called 'The Purple-Haired Venerable'?"
"As ordered."

He was very decisive, without even showing any hesitation on his face, even though he was angry and bitter inside.

After he shaved his head, Hu Bing plucked a strand of hair from his own head and blew a breath of magic onto the purple-haired head.

Her hair fell onto his bald head, and with a flash of light, a thick, black layer of hair appeared on his head.

"Ancestor, what kind of magic is this? It's amazing! The strands of hair have penetrated deep into my skin and flesh, just like the real thing," the purple-haired demon lord exclaimed in surprise.

He felt he could still use the wig to perform "purple hair magic".

At most, its power is not as great as his original purple hair.

"This is the 'Intestinal Worm Refining Technique.' On the surface, they are hair, but in reality, they are transformed from intestinal worms." As soon as Hu Bing finished speaking, the thousands of strands of hair on the purple-haired demon lord's head all turned into long, thin intestinal worms.

It is a sticky, fleshy color like intestines, and its end is a mouthpart covered with sharp teeth.

At this moment, thousands of intestines writhed like snakes, hissed, and spurted out mucus.

The intestinal worms, which are rooted in the flesh and blood of the scalp, even actively plunder the magic power, essence, blood, and spiritual power from the body of the purple-haired demon lord.

The purple-haired demon lord was nearly terrified to death.

Hu Bing snapped his fingers, and he instantly transformed from a "snake-haired male demon" into a virtuous man with his hair tied in a topknot. If his face hadn't been so pale and his eyes so fearful, he would have actually looked quite like a celestial being.

"Master Ziwei, let's go," said the young Taoist priest, Hu Bing, respectfully.

Seeing that she truly resembled a child, without a single flaw, the purple-haired demon lord couldn't help but tremble twice more, "Ancestor—"

"Hmm?" Hu Bing drawled, his eyes narrowing.

"Oh, Hu Bing, where should I go, and what should I do?" asked the old Taoist Ziwei.

"Master, you are now a righteous cultivator. Conceal your aura and go inside to make friends with other cultivators."

"Once you find someone with great fortune but no great supernatural powers, mark them one by one, as preparation for killing them to steal their treasures and interrogating them about their immortal abilities," said Hu Bing.

Her plan was quite clear: first, to secure the tangible benefits she could obtain.

Compared to the uncertain fate within the Immortal Abode, the thousands of "godfathers" present are the most tangible benefit.

If they could obtain the seventy-two Earthly Fiend Divine Powers and thirty-six Heavenly Divine Arts from the Ape Lord's Immortal Abode, she would then decipher them all.
Thinking of this, Hu Bing's excitement dissipated, replaced by a sense of helplessness.

Her current strength is too great. This group of unorthodox and heretical practitioners who are still trying to find immortality and seek longevity are unable to keep her Purple Mansion running at high speed.

For example, the purple-haired demon lord in front of us.

She could easily crush them without needing the "Great Annihilation Father" to devise a method of forceful killing, so the Purple Mansion remained completely still.

—Even medical secrets are no longer effective; I wonder if even stronger "immortal medical secrets" would work.

Hu Bing stacked the debuff to the maximum and suppressed his strength to the minimum, making him ordinary and inconspicuous.

The departure and disappearance of the Nine-Fingered Beggar and the Purple-Haired Demon Lord only caused a brief ripple within a small circle.

When the kind-faced, gentle-eyed old Taoist Ziwei returned to the foot of Baiyun Peak with his simple-minded, dark-faced Taoist boy, they did not attract any surprised or suspicious glances.

There are too many extraordinary people, martial arts heroes, and other unusual individuals who come to seek their fortunes.

Since Baiyun Peak appeared in the world, new people have been joining every moment.

Initially, just like Xiaoyu before them, they circled the foot of Baiyun Peak, observing the guardian immortal formation and attempting to break it.

After going around in circles twice, they basically gave up.

"Heroes, do not be anxious, and do not follow them by going around in circles along the mountain."

The celestial array on the mountain was personally set up by the Goddess Xuan Nu; it's impossible for us to break it. Even if we break the first layer, there are second and third layers halfway up the mountain. Even if we break them all, the Ape King is still guarding the cave. Are we supposed to force our way in?

We stumbled upon a divine opportunity, not robbed it of divine power.

"Just wait, when the Ape King leaves the Immortal Abode, he will leave a passage. We just need to follow that passage to climb up the mountain," the old Taoist Ziwei said with a smile to a group of newly arrived "powerful figures of Juye".

A day had passed since he returned to the foot of Baiyun Peak.

The timid and obsequious young Taoist followed behind him, calling out "Greetings, Master!" and "Greetings, Taoist Master!" all day long, and found himself more than 1,500 "godfathers".

Extraordinary people and heroes from all walks of life kept arriving, and she was determined to keep up her efforts and not let any of them slip by.

The old Taoist priest Ziwei had talked until her mouth was dry and her face was stiff from smiling, but she still pretended to be a nice old man and took the initiative to get close to the newcomer who had enough luck.

Hmm, even the young Taoist priests are starting to be picky eaters now.

Those lacking in luck and with no hope of entering the Immortal Abode and gaining immortal destiny were not worthy of her attention. At this moment, the number of people seeking immortal destiny at the foot of White Cloud Peak had exceeded three thousand, but she had only selected half of them.

"Master Ziwei, why did the Ape Guild leave?" Peng Yue, the leader of the Juye bandits, stepped forward, bowed, and asked.

Peng Yue's situation was somewhat similar to Liu Ji's. Both were quite famous in the area, both led their brothers to become outlaws, and both brought all their brothers over after hearing about the Ape Lord Immortal Mansion.

Behind him stood a "heroic army" of over two hundred men. Among them were more than fifty immortals. The two hundred heroes, centered around him, vaguely formed a military formation.

Obviously, people who have been in the underworld for a long time are not innocent.

The old Taoist priest Ziwei glanced at the dark-faced young Taoist boy Hu Bing out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that she was still looking down, he smiled and said, "Master Yuan is a celestial being with a celestial position."

He was both the "Lord of the White Cloud Cave" personally appointed by the Jade Emperor and a "Palace Attendant" of the Academy of Literature.

Just like the officials in the yamen, unless it was a day off, they had to go to the yamen to report for duty every day.

As a celestial official, how could the Ape King not go to heaven to report for duty?
Baiyun Peak is the home of the Ape King. He was only away for a short while, so there was no need to reactivate the immortal array.

Thus, a passage was left open, and a few hours were allotted for us to enter Baiyun Mountain and encounter a celestial destiny.

Most of the time, the old Taoist priest Ziwei only needed to take the boy, say hello to those seeking immortality, and then leave.

Even if he met someone he clicked with and wanted to have a deep conversation, the boy would glance at him, and he would immediately realize: this person is not of much value, it's time to leave.

The old Taoist priest Ziwei looked down on Peng Yue and his group of chivalrous heroes. Unexpectedly, the boy with the flatbread kept his head down, as if to say: This person is of great value and should be befriended.

"With so many people at the foot of Baiyun Peak, couldn't Master Yuan see them? After he left, the Immortal Abode was left unguarded, and he even left an entrance and exit to the Immortal Array. Isn't that like inviting a wolf into the house?" Peng Yue asked in confusion.

Judging by appearance alone, he and Fan Kuai are somewhat similar, both being big, burly, and rough men, but they are very thoughtful, intelligent, and quick-witted.

The old Taoist priest Ziwei smiled and asked, "Brave warrior Peng came to the Ape Lord's Immortal Abode seeking a chance encounter with immortals. Even if you don't know much about the Immortal Abode, haven't you heard about the Ape Lord's past?"

Peng Yue was a little embarrassed, and said honestly, "I was originally from Changyi in Dang County in the north, but now I make a living in Juye Marsh."

Two weeks ago, on a clear, moonlit night, I was practicing my breathing exercises underwater when I suddenly heard voices above me.

They look like two fish demons.

They say that a celestial abode will emerge in the Mangdang marshes, and if one learns the extraordinary arts of the Heavenly Gang, one can become a celestial being.

At the time, I had only heard that there was a celestial abode on Mount Mangdang, but I knew nothing about what kind of abode it was or who guarded it.

(End of this chapter)