After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

The atmosphere in the Divine Lord's Hall was somewhat heavy, mainly because they couldn't figure out what was wrong with the person in the chair.

"Regarding the matter of the demon race, they were attacked some time ago. Half of the demons in the Demon Mist Forest were slaughtered by the remnants of the demon race in an instant. Should our dragon race step in to stop this?"

Since the great war, the position of Demon King has been inherited by the Fox Clan. The Fox Clan has great ambitions and, relying on the fact that one of their ancestors had a nine-tailed fox, they claim to be from the Qingqiu lineage.

"Stop what? That fox from the Fox Clan, Hu Ze, is incredibly cunning. He's just eyeing my Dragon Clan's territory, and he even said that their Demon Clan needs to exchange territories. What does he mean by that?"

When Tenglong gets angry, he wants nothing more than to take his men and raid Tenglong's fox den right now.

The dragon territory is rich in spiritual energy, which is the envy of all races, especially the demon race, which has always been at odds with them. After the fall of the demon race, the demon race became even more unruly.

“Those old foxes claim to be from the Qingqiu clan. It’s a joke. Qingqiu has been living in seclusion for a thousand years and no longer cares about worldly affairs. But they’re the ones who jump out now and call themselves Qingqiu. How shameless!”

The dragons below the stage had reached their limit with the fox clan's years of provocations. When had the dragons ever been so aggrieved? If it weren't for that damned Heavenly Dao, they would have been wiped out long ago.

Di Moxiao was already in a bad mood after coming out of the wilderness. He didn't understand why the cub disliked him. Thinking of Mo Shitian's bright smile, a shadow crossed his eyes.

The arguing in the hall gradually subsided. They cautiously looked up and saw the handsome silver-haired man looking annoyed, forcing them to stop.

"Since the fox clan is not satisfied with the status quo, I believe there are plenty of demons who would like to take the position of Demon King."

Di Moxiao curled his lips into a smile, the chill at the corner of his mouth sending shivers down one's spine—a stark contrast to the aloof and detached deity he was known for.

The dragons exchanged glances and smiled at each other. Yes, since they were restless, they should be replaced with someone more obedient.

"Haven't the snake clan always wanted to rise to power? I think this is a good option."

Yuehua has already prepared a candidate. The snake clan all believe that they can transform from snakes into dragons, and from dragons into dragons, so they treat their dragon clan with utmost respect.

You decide.

Di Moxiao left these words and then disappeared, showing no interest in the successor of the demon race.

The next day, chaos broke out among the demons. The fox clan was ambushed by the snake clan, and the throne of the demon king fell to Xiang Wuye of the snake clan. In just one day and one night, the fox clan was completely defeated and had no power to fight back.

Whether it's the human race or other races, they all know that the fox clan's ambitions have become unbearable for the dragon clan, which is why the snake clan's rise to power is backed by the dragon clan.

"master?"

The sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect waved his hand, signaling the other party to be quiet. He looked worriedly at the dark sky above and sighed, "It seems that the Dragon Clan has already begun. Di Moxiao is making an example of them."

Mo Junlin didn't understand what this meant. The Dragon Clan was already the strongest clan in the world. As long as Di Moxiao existed, there shouldn't be anything that could threaten the Dragon Clan, right?

Wan Jiansheng saw through his disciple's thoughts and shook his head. "Do you think the former Dragon Lord really wanted to seal the Demon Clan back then?"

"The demons have harmed countless living beings. As a lineage of gods, shouldn't the dragons maintain peace in the world?"

The old man smiled, but didn't answer the question.

Who would know that the Dragon Clan was once expelled from the ranks of the high and mighty God Clan, but was reinstated to the God Clan for its merit in sealing the Demon Clan? The phrase "merits overshadow the master" is a threat to any race.

“My child, no race in this world is entitled to be a sacrifice for the sake of peace, just as those who are not of our race are sure to have different hearts.”

"The world is about to change. Tell your junior brothers to get ready. We're going to the Dragon Clan's territory in a few days."

"Yes"

Mo Junlin frowned. Could it be that the demon race will reappear in the world?

The sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect left with his hands behind his back, leaving the man standing there pondering his words.

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"You come here to me."

The man suppressed his anger, and his deep voice echoed in the cave.

The cub, its eyes brimming with tears, wouldn't come over no matter how much the other called.

"Woo-hoo, woo-hoo"

"You dare to be so rude to me?"

"Woo-hoo"

The two, one big and one small, stared at each other, neither willing to give in.

The question of where the little guy got his stubbornness was giving him a headache.

Mo Shitian was just trying to coax the little guy away from here, but who knew he would react so strongly? He immediately burst into tears and then threw a tantrum.

A direct approach might not work, he thought, staring at the chains on his body, an idea forming in his mind.

The little cub was very aggrieved. He was so well-behaved and obedient, yet his father still wanted to drive him away. He wasn't even an adult yet, how could he go out and expand his territory?

Could it be because of that bad guy from yesterday? Father's blaming him is no longer an option?

Mo Shitian felt the little guy's eyes starting to well up with tears again. He didn't want to experience that deafening cry a second time. If only his protector were still here.

For the first time in many years, Mo Shitian felt an urgent need for subordinates, and simply dumping the cubs on them would solve the problem.

"Actually, Ben, your father has a task for you."

Sure enough, after hearing this, the cub immediately held back his tears, his round eyes shining brightly. In Mo Shan'an's eyes, as long as he wasn't abandoned, everything was fine.

"Ahem, come here."

The little guy walked over blankly, looking at him with his eyes asking what he was supposed to do.

"Do you see the shackles on Father's body? Father needs your help to remove them."

The cub looked puzzled for a moment, then glared fiercely at the chains, opened its mouth wide to reveal a few newly grown teeth, and prepared to bite.

Mo Shitian understood the other person's thoughts, and used his palm to press against the other person's forehead and move it away.

"No, try it if you want your teeth to break."

Since the little guy started teething, he tears at my clothes every day. He cries at the slightest pain. Now he even bites them. If they break, he'll cry for days.

The fluctuating tone of the voice made the cub instinctively take a few more steps back, then sit on the ground in fear and cover its mouth.

Do you remember that "bad guy" from yesterday?

Mo Shitian continued to gently guide the cub, telling him about what Di Moxiao had done to him. The little guy seemed to understand only half of what he heard, going from confusion to sudden understanding, and then to an angry expression.

"Waaah!" Bad guy

"That's right"

Mo Shitian fundamentally severed all factors that could have led to the cub developing feelings for him. As for the bad things he said about Di Moxiao, there was indeed some exaggeration involved, but sealing him was a fact.

“He has a sword that can help me cut my chains. Go and steal it back.”

"Whispering" – stealing?

"That's right"

Mo Shitian was not lying; there was indeed a sword that could help him sever the Demon-Locking Chains, but it wasn't on Di Moxiao's person; it was on the Dragon Clan's altar.

That sword was made from the dragon bones of the previous Dragon King, but it requires powerful dragon energy to wield, and only one person in the world can use it.