When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

The Demon King's voice echoed through the valley like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Hua Ling's eyes widened as she instinctively looked at Ji Ran's reaction, her face filled with shock. "Holy crap... amazing, he just said it so innocently?"

There was no build-up at all; they just dropped the bombshell.

Well done.

If you don't call it, it's a blockbuster!

Ming Si smiled disdainfully, completely unconcerned that he had revealed a secret that could shake the entire cultivation world; he only felt that the more chaotic the scene, the more interesting it would be.

The entire hall fell silent for a few moments.

"—Spreading fallacies and misleading the public!!"

Lord Yuan jumped out of the crowd in a rage.

"His Highness's innate spiritual root is a gift from heaven, a fact known throughout the cultivation world. What kind of person is His Highness the Crown Prince? How could the Son of Heaven, a true dragon, allow you to speak such nonsense!"

Upon hearing Ming Si's shameless slander, Lord Yuan was so angry he almost ascended to heaven on the spot.

In the righteous path, the seriousness represented by the three words "digging up spiritual roots" is far beyond that of ordinary murder and robbery. Stealing someone's foundation of cultivation is a crime that is shameful and punishable by all in the righteous path. It is a desecration of the laws of heaven, and anyone involved in this matter is deserving of contempt from all the people in the world!

Not to mention the noble bloodline of the royal family, committing such a grave mistake would surely be recorded in the book of sinners. For the Demon King to impose such accusations on the innocent Crown Prince is simply too much of a bullying!

Yuan Hou's words drew indignation from those around him.

The other human cultivators were also quite annoyed and began to speak up—

"Don't listen to his nonsense! He dares to spread baseless accusations to sow discord; stop making baseless accusations!"

"Using such despicable means to slander the Crown Prince, what exactly are you demons up to?!"

"...What else could they possibly be up to? The demon race is notoriously cunning. They're just trying to stir up trouble by spreading rumors and spreading dirty water to profit from our united efforts to kill the demons. Ha, what a clever scheme they've devised!"

How much can be believed in the words of the demon race?

These absurd tales are nothing more than attempts to sow discord within the army, fabricating charges to ruin His Highness's reputation and the hearts of the people. They can concoct baseless accusations with just a few words!

An elder from the palace who was standing beside Ji Ran was also furious: "I still remember the extraordinary phenomena that occurred when Your Highness was born. The manifestation of Heaven's will cannot be faked!"

Scattered voices of agreement echoed through the valley, but the crowd remained unmoved, arguing vehemently for their revered and willingly followed crown prince. Their trust was beyond words, and their already resentful dissatisfaction with the demon race's interference only intensified their anger.

Listening to these people's indignant words one after another, Wei Jin's face showed a mocking expression.

—The cultivation world seems to be particularly obsessed with creating gods.

He couldn't help but think back to when Yi Chen's bloodline was still unknown. Noble families flocked to him, and righteous sects vied to befriend him. They used the most beautiful words to elevate Yi Chen to a divine status, calling him "Immortal Lord of Snowfall" and "A mortal descended to heaven."

But when he actually became a half-demon that everyone hated, the crowd immediately changed their tune, singing in unison to condemn and scorn him, avoiding him like the plague, declaring that they were irreconcilable enemies, wishing they could break his bones and trample him into the mud before they would stop.

The creation or destruction of a god is just a matter of a single thought.

That makes absolutely no sense.

As his memories returned, Wei Jin suddenly became very curious. Since they were so certain that Ji Ran was upright and honest, what kind of faces would these people wear after the truth was revealed?

Would anyone be like Chu Xianlan, willing to become the target of public criticism in order to protect what their heart desires?

Or should we unite and attack them, thus absolving ourselves of any responsibility?

Amidst the noise, Ming Si tilted his head.

"I have no evidence. I merely heard an interesting rumor and asked casually. Why are you all so agitated?"

His indifferent tone made it seem as if he were blaming the crowd for making a fuss.

"not to mention……"

Ming Si glanced at them lightly.

He spoke slowly, "I was just exchanging pleasantries with His Highness the Crown Prince, whom I haven't seen in a long time. Why are you all getting so impatient before His Highness has even spoken?"

A rustling sound of laughter emerged from the demon army.

Yes, the person in question hasn't said anything yet.

What's the rush?

Lord Yuan was truly loyal, and immediately bristled, glaring at him, "You...! You threw dirty water on His Highness, said things without any evidence, and then turned around and accused him—"

"Lord Yuan, you must not be disrespectful to His Majesty the Demon King."

The clear, gentle tone of the voice interrupted the furious minister.

Ji Ran was not angry. She turned her gaze to the army behind Ming Si and calmly said, "The Demon King has probably misunderstood. We have come to Beiming not to provoke a conflict between our two races, but only to negotiate peace."

After speaking, the prince's lips twitched slightly.

The offspring of the Southern Cang royal family were born with exceptional beauty. Ji Ran's smile exuded composure and elegance, and her smiling eyes were as gentle as a spring breeze. This unhurried demeanor served as a source of reassurance for the human cultivators.

His composure and calmness earned him the Demon King's respect, and Ming Si narrowed his eyes.

"I see. Just now, I sensed a strong fluctuation of spiritual energy from afar. I thought the human race was finally about to wage war against the demon race, so I hurriedly mustered my troops and rushed here," Ming Si said, then asked, seemingly out of curiosity:

"But our two races haven't gone to war, so why the talk of seeking peace? I wonder what the Crown Prince's intention is in leading so many generals to besiege our demon clan's guests?"

Upon hearing this, many human cultivators' eyes flashed with disdain.

guest?

Just as the Crown Prince said, these guys from the Taiyi Sect have allied with the demon race to protect themselves; they're truly a den of snakes and rats!

"The demon race and human cultivators coexist in this world, sharing the blessings of the Heavenly Dao. Although there have been some disagreements in the past, now is the time for both races to put aside their prejudices and work together for the future." Seeing that Ming Si was no longer making a fuss about the Heavenly Spiritual Root, Ji Ran raised her fair fingers slightly, her expression solemn, and used her spiritual power to activate a jade slip.

Golden characters flowed from the jade slip and floated before the eyes of the demons.

What was written on it was the warning conveyed by the Dragon God's dream that had been announced to all sects and factions in the palace that day.

All the demons were taken aback.

The chaos of the half-demon reignites... Heaven and earth turn against them... All living beings perish...

Over there, Yuan Hou stroked his beard and muttered, "That's right, our Crown Prince just received a warning and kindly came to advise the demon race not to be so stubborn, as associating with half-demons will not end well!"

Ji Ran lowered her eyes.

The idea of ​​a dragon entering a dream is, of course, unrealistic.

The so-called warnings and prophecies were all lies he fabricated to eliminate his great calamity. However, half-demons are beings that Heaven cannot tolerate. His actions were merely using the name of the Dragon God to cleanse the world of its filth. If the Dragon God truly has a spirit, he probably wouldn't blame him.

Ming Si stared at the large golden characters for a while.

"I cannot understand the human script."