"Fellow Daoist, have you ever tasted the Enlightenment Tea?"
The Supreme Daoist Master remained unmoved, while Zhao Junxian and Feng Bingwen stood silently on either side of him, dutifully acting as his attendants.
Being a temporary child allows one to pick tea leaves from one's innate spiritual root and brew them into water. Such a good thing is hard to find anywhere else in the world. Everyone cherishes their innate spiritual root as if it were their lifeblood.
"nature."
The Demon Emperor exuded a hint of arrogance. He unconsciously recalled the days when his father was revered by all races, a time when he was still young but enjoyed immense honor.
Even the innate spiritual root tea tree was just one of the many innate things he had enjoyed. The treasures he had enjoyed in his life were simply countless.
However, everything changed after his father disappeared. Even though he is now recognized by many demons and is known as the Demon Emperor, he can forget about enjoying the same treatment he had in his childhood.
“The Wudao Tea Tree once belonged to my father, and I don’t know how many times I drank it when I was a child. Fellow Daoist, this cup of tea seems to be different from what I remember.”
"Aside from this time, when was the last time you drank Enlightenment Tea?"
"..."
The Demon Emperor paused for a moment, then shook his head.
"I can't remember clearly. I only remember that my father was still alive at that time."
"With so many years having passed, fellow Daoist has probably forgotten the true taste of this Enlightenment Tea. And now, things have changed, and you no longer have the same mindset as before. It's only natural that you feel something is different!"
The Supreme Dao Master fooled him without batting an eye. Even the most knowledgeable and experienced Demon Emperor couldn't have imagined that this human Dao Master could be so stingy as to brew the leftover tea leaves from his own disciple for him to drink a second time.
This is something no human being could do!
Feng Bingwen and his master watched this scene silently, forcibly suppressing their emotions and not letting themselves laugh out loud, but he felt a little regretful in his heart.
He was too impatient at the time and chewed the tea leaves of the Enlightenment Ceremony. If he hadn't chewed them, like his master, given his own Dao Lord's nature, he might have chosen to brew the remaining tea leaves for this Demon Emperor a second time.
Even the Golden Crow Demon Emperor, revered by all other races, could only drink the leftover tea leaves. Even if he couldn't make it public, just thinking about it made him feel at ease.
"That makes sense!"
The Demon Emperor thought about it and it seemed to make sense. After all, he hadn't been in contact with that innate spiritual root for a long time, so it wasn't surprising that it had changed. The taste was a bit weaker and different from his memory, which was normal.
Besides, this isn't something worth delving into. He drank too much Enlightenment Tea back then, and that spiritual root was no longer of any use to him. Now that the Supreme Daoist Master is using this spiritual root to entertain him, he's just tasting it and reminiscing about the flavors of his childhood.
The most important reason he is visiting this Supreme Dao Master is to test the current attitude and future plans of the human race. As a demon emperor, being prepared for a rainy day is one of the basic qualities he must possess.
The rise of humanity is an unstoppable trend of the universe; it's only a matter of time. After the defeat in the ancient war, no race in the world can stop its rise.
Although he was frustrated by the outcome, there was nothing he could do. His current task was to ensure the independence and dignity of the Golden Crow race during an era when humans dominated the world, while also considering the needs of other demon races.
However, when the human race truly dominates the world, even as a demon emperor, it would be quite remarkable if he could protect his own race, let alone worry about anything else.
The Demon Emperor pondered as he casually chatted with the Supreme Dao Master, paying no further attention to the two Daoist disciples standing behind him. Even if one of them was his target for this trip, he could mention him later; there was no need to rush. Time was the last thing he lacked.
"Huh!"
The two could be said to be the most powerful beings in this world. During their casual conversation, the Dao Lord suddenly let out a soft exclamation, which attracted the Demon Emperor's attention. Then, with a casual wave of his hand, immortal light rose and chaos swirled around him.
And then, that was it. Feng Bingwen, who had been standing behind his Dao Master, hoping to hear something, could see nothing at all.
He even felt that the figures of the two beings in front of him had become hazy. Although he could see them, they seemed to be in another space-time, which could only be seen, not heard, and even less touched.
"..."
Feng Bingwen suppressed the urge to complain to his master. In front of this being who was several realms above him, everything about him was laid bare, and he had almost no secrets.
However, Feng Bingwen did not endure it for long. After a short while, the two figures in front of him became clear again, as if they had returned to their original state. He could even hear their voices. They were laughing and talking, getting along very well.
"It's a real pity about the Demon Master. He actually took that step on his own, but unfortunately he only took half a step."
It was his Dao Master who was expressing his feelings. Upon hearing these words, Feng Bingwen's heart stirred. It seemed that the Battle of Beihai had come to an end, and the intimidating power displayed by that demon master did not seem to be very strong.
Thinking this, Feng Bingwen felt a surge of excitement. Judging from his Dao Master's tone, the old Kunpeng seemed to be no threat. In that case, he could raise the little Kunpeng he had captured.
Although he himself wasn't qualified, he had powerful backing, so riding a Kunpeng (a mythical bird) seemed quite possible. His past dream seemed to be becoming a reality.
"That's such a pity!"
The Demon Emperor was clearly not in high spirits; even though his face was shrouded in a layer of golden divine light, it was still evident.
The most elite bloodlines of the demon race are inherited from the time of creation, possessing the roots of innate gods and demons. However, as time passes, the bloodlines of each race inevitably begin to decline, the most obvious characteristic being that each generation of their descendants is worse than the last.
Therefore, some of the ancestors or second-generation members of many clans survived, and these ancient relics are the foundation of these great clans, enabling them to stand firm in this world and possess an unchallengeable and outstanding position.
The Demon Emperor himself is one of the ancient beings, but no matter how ancient he is, he cannot compare with the Demon Master Kunpeng, who is an existence that can stand alongside his father. If he is there, even if the human race rises, the demon race must be given enough respect.
However, things are unpredictable. Perhaps it was the influence of the ever-growing fortune of the rising human race that made that demon master even stronger, taking another step forward. But he also got himself into trouble, unable to move or advance.
This demon master is alive now, but it's not much different from being dead. The only thing that makes the demon somewhat gratified is that a second Kunpeng has been born in the world, which is probably related to the demon master's condition.
However, this was not yet fully developed. The arrogant little Kunpeng was only making his debut when he ran into the Supreme Daoist Master, suffered a miserable defeat, and was captured and taken back to the human immortal sect.
The Demon Emperor's purpose in coming here was not only to test the attitude of the human race, but also primarily for this little Kunpeng. In any case, this Kunpeng should not be with the human race, but with the demon race.
"I have come here today with a fine matter to discuss with you, fellow Daoist!"
After talking for a long time, the Demon Emperor felt that the time was right and took the initiative to speak.
"Oh, what business do you have with me, my friend?"
The Supreme Daoist Master pretended to be ignorant, acting as if he knew nothing.
"I have a descendant..."
The Demon Emperor glanced at Feng Bingwen, who was standing obediently behind the Dao Lord as a Daoist disciple, and then recounted the events that had occurred in the Ghost Mountain Demon Kingdom, explaining the reasons behind them.
To put it simply, this demon emperor came to demand an explanation. He was asking why the Supreme Daoist had acted dishonestly and physically during the battle with his clan, causing damage to the clan's reputation. Even the Supreme Daoist had to pay the price.
Is this true?
The Supreme Daoist Master, who clearly knew everything that had happened, remained calm and composed.
"Reporting to the Dao Master, there is something in my companion spirit..."
At this opportune moment, Feng Bingwen spoke up to explain that when he touched that golden crow, he didn't even care about its gender. His main purpose was to study the golden crow's physical structure and to ponder the Dao and Dharma derived from its bloodline—the very proper kind, with absolutely no evil intentions.
"I don't care about your purpose or reason, I only care about your actions. Moreover, even so, you have spied on the methods of my Golden Crow clan, which is a serious crime!"
The Demon Emperor's tone was serious, exuding an immense sense of oppression. If this place were not special, being the place where the Supreme Dao Lord cultivated in seclusion, it would probably already be a scene of utter destruction, with the sky collapsing, the sun blazing overhead, and the earth burning.
Feng Bingwen felt nothing at all. He only heard the demon emperor's serious tone, and then nothing more. It had no intimidating power whatsoever.
"What explanation do you want, fellow Daoist?"
The Supreme Dao Master, dedicated to protecting his disciples from harm, spoke up.
"I've heard that you are unmarried and have no Daoist partner..."
The Demon Emperor spoke, but without any pressure or intimidation, Feng Bingwen was not intimidated by the Demon Emperor at all. He was already home, so what if he was the Demon Emperor? So what if his father once ruled the world? It was all in the past.
"Your Majesty, although I have no Daoist partner or betrothal, my heart already belongs to someone else!"
Feng Bingwen directly and decisively refused. This old demon emperor was really dedicated. Such an ancient being actually came to act as a matchmaker, wanting him to marry a golden crow.
If it were before, he might have been tempted. After all, it was a Golden Crow with pure bloodline, something that many ancient immortals longed for, and this one was being offered to him for free.
But now things are different. His mindset has changed. He captured a Kunpeng. Compared to a Kunpeng that is suspected to have been born innately, what is a Golden Crow that has been reproduced through the intertwining of Yin and Yang?
Of course, it's not that Feng Bingwen coveted the body of that Kunpeng... Well, actually it's not impossible, after all, it's the origin of a primordial being, and if you think about it carefully, it's actually worthy of his status as the Supreme Daoist.
"..."
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's blunt rejection, the Demon Emperor instantly removed the divine light that concealed his face, revealing a majestic and solemn middle-aged man with golden hair and golden eyes. Even with all his divine intent blocked by the Dao Lord, he still possessed a unique aura.
"You'd better think this through. The person you were flirting with before was a direct descendant of the Emperor. Now I'm giving you a chance to make amends. Don't ruin your life!"
The Demon Emperor was secretly furious. If it were an ordinary matter, it would not have stirred any waves in his heart. But at this moment, the Supreme Dao Master was sitting right in front of him, quietly watching this scene.
Although this Dao Lord's years of cultivation are not even a fraction of his own, his strength is still among the best in the world. If he were to take control of the legacy left behind by that Dao Venerable, there would be few in the world who could rival him.
This is someone he must look at as an equal under normal circumstances, and in special circumstances he must give way. Now that such a person has made a fool of himself, he is naturally upset.
"This junior thanks Your Majesty the Demon Emperor for your kindness, but my heart already belongs to someone else and I cannot accept anyone else. Your Majesty's insistence on this matter will only make my Dao heart uneasy and my anger difficult to bear."
Feng Bingwen remained neither humble nor arrogant, and still refused.
"..."
The Demon Emperor fell silent. This was something he hadn't expected. He had already lowered his stance, but the Supreme Dao, from top to bottom, showed him no respect whatsoever.
If it were during the ancient times, when a princess of the Golden Crow clan were to marry, all the races of the world, regardless of which one, would be overjoyed and celebrate with their entire clan.
But now, his personal matchmaking attempt has been rejected by a junior. However, this seems to reveal the Supreme Dao's attitude: to have no connection with the demon race.
"Fellow Daoist, what is your opinion on this matter?"
The Demon Emperor abandoned his illusions and stared directly at the seemingly refined and easy-going handsome Taoist in front of him. If even the Dao Lord had this attitude, then he had to prepare for the worst.
"The matter of a Daoist partner should naturally be decided according to the junior's wishes. Although I am the Dao Master, I cannot arrange this matter casually. If it causes him to become depressed and cuts off his path to immortality, then it would be my fault."
The Supreme Daoist Master chuckled and said, passing the buck as he declared that he was a kind and benevolent elder who would not interfere in the marriage affairs of his juniors.
"I understand what the Dao Lord means!"
The Demon Emperor stood up, his tone indifferent and cold, devoid of his earlier enthusiasm. His face was once again shrouded in divine light, yet he still looked at Feng Bingwen.
"I wonder who the Supreme Daoist admires? Even my descendants cannot compare!"
"Your Majesty, my heart belongs not to humans, but to dragons."
"Dragon race?"
The Demon Emperor paused slightly, his tone a little strange.
"Before I entered the mountain gate, I had the good fortune to enter the Dragon Palace and meet a Dragon King. I fell in love with him at first sight, and I still remember it to this day!"
Which Dragon King?
"Emerald Dragon King!"
"A Primordial True Dragon!"
The Demon Emperor stared at Feng Bingwen, speechless for a moment.
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