Jiang Shumiao's suggestion was met with opposition from everyone, even Jiang Zhixu, who usually indulged her, frowned.
"No, you're only a few years old. You're already thinking about leaving home and venturing out on your own. What if you get bullied?"
After saying the last half of the sentence, he remembered his daughter's identity and suddenly felt a little less confident.
Xiao Yitang tried to defend him, "You're young and naive, but people's hearts are complex. You're not afraid of supernatural powers, but can you handle conspiracies and tricks?"
Jiang Shumiao opened her eyes wide and said very seriously, "In the face of absolute force, any conspiracy or trickery is useless."
Xiao Yitang: "..."
You know what, there's some truth to that.
How can mortals contend with gods?
The couple looked at their eldest son simultaneously.
Jiang Yiqing coughed lightly and said gently, "You are now in the form of a mortal, how can you interfere in the affairs of the immortal realm?"
Jiang Shumiao opened her mouth, but couldn't think of a reason, so she raised her little fist and said, "I can beat them all into submission."
Jiang Yiqing: "..."
Jiang Yining asked in confusion, "What if we anger them and it affects the mortal realm?"
Upon hearing this, the adults all cast admiring glances at him.
Jiang Shumiao was also taken aback.
Jiang Yining continued, "You are now a mortal. Isn't it overstepping your bounds to interfere in the affairs of the immortal realm? You say that the immortal realm has a bad atmosphere and doesn't cultivate virtue, but they probably don't care about morality either. What if they get angry and question your uncle, the emperor, or punish the mortal realm? As Confucius said, petty people fear power but do not cherish virtue, and are used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong."
I never expected this little brat to say something like that. He doesn't seem very bright and is quite timid.
Jiang Zhixu couldn't help but look at his youngest son with new respect.
"Exactly, you can't just destroy the entire Immortal Realm, can you?"
That's definitely not possible.
Cultivators ascend to the Heavenly Dao, their ultimate goal being to achieve the Great Dao and ascend to godhood. Those who take the wrong path are, after all, a minority.
Jiang Shumiao pondered deeply.
There are so many factions in the Immortal Realm; she couldn't possibly question them all one by one. The Immortal Realm's arrogance ultimately stems from the indulgence of the gods.
We need to use them to wipe out all the demons.
Those who follow evil paths will never attain the Great Way.
The Protoss remained completely clean.
Given the two-faced behavior of the demon race ten thousand years ago, it was indeed deserved that they were purged. But ten thousand years have passed, and it shouldn't implicate the new generation of demons, especially those kind-hearted demons who have never done evil and are devoted to cultivating the Tao.
Didn't the gods used to look down on weak humans? Why are they now purging demons and supporting cultivators?
Have they forgotten who created the Celestial Realm?
Have we forgotten how the war between immortals and demons began?
Instead of implicating the cultivators because of the culprit, they took their anger out on the new generation of demons who had never done evil because of the demons who died in that great battle.
Isn't this blatant double standards?
After Jiang Shumiao returned, she brought Qianli out again.
Do you know how many immortals have attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven in the celestial realm over the years?
Qianli was a little embarrassed. "Well, God, I am a demon. I have never been to the Immortal Realm. I only heard some ancient legends and the plight of demons from an old tortoise when I was cultivating. I only know that the Immortal Realm hates us demons very much and kills us on sight. I am hiding in the human world to recuperate because I have no other choice."
Fuqu said thankfully, "It's a good thing I didn't go to a mountain full of spiritual energy to cultivate, otherwise I might have lost my life long ago."
The sacred mountains imbued with spiritual energy have all been occupied by cultivators.
Asahi nodded honestly.
"You are lucky to have encountered a supreme god; otherwise, you might have either died at the hands of a cultivator or been devoured by your own kind."
Fuqu shuddered with lingering fear as she recalled how she had almost been beaten to a pulp by Wen Zhixuan in the beginning.
"Then, Your Majesty, what do you intend to do?"
If Jiang Shumiao goes to the Immortal Realm, they will definitely follow. Otherwise, if they stay in the mortal world for too long and happen to encounter a Taoist priest, they will still be doomed.
But the immortal realm seems to be more dangerous.
“My parents and brothers all disagree with me going.”
Jiang Shumiao felt somewhat frustrated.
Fuqu said cautiously, "Actually, what they said makes sense. If you go to the Immortal Realm and alert the Gods... your divine power hasn't recovered to its best state yet, has it? It wouldn't be good to make enemies of both races, would it?"
Jiang Shumiao sighed as she recalled her past conflicts with the gods.
"Sister Qianli, you said before that the Immortal Realm has stopped capturing demons everywhere in recent years? Why is that?"
"have no idea."
Qianli shook her head. "Perhaps something has happened in the Immortal Realm. Maybe those righteous cultivators have discovered that their disciples are using the name of the Dao to pursue personal desires and take the path of evil cultivation, and they have begun to cleanse their sects?"
Fuqu said, "If that's the case, then the High God doesn't need to make the trip himself."
Jiang Shumiao seemed to be deep in thought, then cut out a paper figure and attached a wisp of her divine consciousness to it.
Go to the Immortal Mountain in the East Sea, use the Earth Escape Technique, but don't damage the barrier.
The paper figure nodded, bowed and clasped its hands in greeting, then floated out of the window and disappeared into the vast darkness.
Jiang Shumiao estimated that it would take about a month for the paper figure to travel back and forth, so she waited patiently at home for news. But before the paper figure could bring back any news, people from Yingzhou arrived.
Jiang Shumiao was still eating pig's trotters in her sleep when she heard a tap on the table.
"Princess, dinner is ready."
"What's good to eat?"
Jiang Shumiao immediately opened her eyes and blurted out.
Chen Xunzhi: "..."
She really is a little foodie.
The chubby boy at the table in front of me, Liu Jing'an, whispered, "It seems like someone from the palace has come."
Liu Jing'an had been teased by her before and sulked for a whole class period, but then he eagerly came back to her.
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