Qidou Mountain is a place rich in spiritual energy for cultivation. For thousands of years, it has sent batch after batch of True Lords and Divine Lords to the Nine Heavens. Many high-ranking deities consider it their second home.

However, this year, Qidou Mountain was occupied by the demon clan.

I was very angry. Although the divine clan may not dominate everything nowadays, we’re still the highest-ranking in the three realms. Why should we let those demons step on our faces and bully us?

But when I indignantly went to find the Celestial Emperor, he only said: “A bet is a bet.”

I knew what he was referring to.

Since the Celestial Emperor ascended the throne, there had been peace between gods and demons for three thousand years. But last year, a demon called Heye suddenly appeared in the mortal realm, breaking the rule set by their Demon King forbidding the eating of mortals, which led to a great war between the divine and demon clans.

I had also wanted to rush over to kill demons, but before I could get there, the war was over. Then, I don’t know what the Celestial Emperor said to that Demon King, but the two clans agreed to a competition—within one year, to see which side, divine or demon, could fulfill more mortal wishes.

Isn’t this ridiculous? Gods are born to fight demons—my sword is about to rust!

What’s even more infuriating is that Great Qian has favorable weather and good harvests, so the people don’t have as many wishes as those in Great Xia. So the divine clan lost without suspense, and as the wager, Qidou Mountain was given to the demon clan.

“You have no ambition at all.” I was so angry my teeth itched. “Why should the divine clan share mortal incense offerings with the demon clan?”

The Celestial Emperor continued writing with his head down, asking me indifferently: “What should deities do most?”

“Protect the peace of heaven and earth, and the well-being of the people.” I stubbornly added: “And eliminate all demons in the world.”

“The divine clan has hundreds of thousands of years of historical records. Go look through them—was there ever a year when we eliminated all demons?”

“You can’t put it that way. Demons are also things born together with heaven and earth—how could it be possible to eliminate them all?”

“Then that’s exactly right.” The Celestial Emperor finally looked up at me. “If we can’t eliminate them all, then we should reform them. Haven’t the gods accomplished this?”

He was referring to how demons nowadays don’t eat people, but like deities, they receive worship and then fulfill people’s wishes.

I put my hands on my hips irritably: “This wasn’t accomplished by the gods either—it was done by that Demon King Queen.”

Speaking of that Demon King Queen, she’s also a formidable person. Having inherited the throne for only three thousand years, she’s managed the entire demon clan with iron discipline. What was originally a fierce, bloodthirsty race now even bows to me when we meet on the road occasionally.

But I was still angry—I just wanted to fight demons.

After finishing a piece of calligraphy, the Celestial Emperor glanced at me and said helplessly, “Que Sheng, do you want to go back to that muddy ground at Qidou Mountain to roll around?”

I felt a bit guilty.

I couldn’t say I didn’t want to at all—I could only say that the soft, muddy ground of Qidou Mountain had been calling to me in my dreams several times.

“You can go now, too.” There was amusement in his eyes. “No one will stop you.”

After hemming and hawing for a bit, I buried my head in his robes and finally couldn’t help telling the truth: “Father, with Mother standing there, how can I go? If she catches me, my bottom will bloom with flowers!”

My mother, Liu Ruyi, King of the demon clan, who can ascend to the Nine Heavens and descend to the four seas, graceful and beautiful, is a renowned, formidable figure in the three realms.

But she has one flaw—her memory is too good. When I was five, I swore to her that as long as she taught me demon-controlling arts, I would never roll in mud again. Now I’m six, and she still remembers! She’s still guarding Qidou Mountain, not letting me go!

So excessive!

I’m still too small and can’t beat her. Apart from acting spoiled with Father, I have no other way out.

However, I forgot that my father, Shen Qiyuan, King of the divine clan, Celestial Emperor of the Nine Heavens, listens to my mother even more than I do. He immediately picked me up and walked outside gently: “How can you not keep promises made to Mother? Look at Father—he never breaks faith with her.”

“That’s because you don’t dare to.” I irritably exposed him. “I’m different—I’m Mother’s precious baby that she worked hard for twenty thousand years to have. She can’t bear to part with me.”

It’s well known that gods and demons are different races and basically can’t have offspring. I heard that when Father was still a minor deity in the mortal realm, he had already accepted this fact. He didn’t care much about heirs, and even after ascending to become Celestial Emperor, he never made any effort in this regard.

But my mother is amazing! Originally a demon, she actually became half a deity through the flourishing incense offerings in the mortal realm. She can freely come and go in the Nine Heavens, which broke some constraints, and by chance, had me.

In heaven, I’m the Great Imperial Princess; on earth, I’m the Little Demon King. This status—in hundreds of thousands of years, there’s only been one like me.

—Before I could feel proud for long, I glimpsed that black light at the horizon.

Oh no, oh no, Mother must have discovered that I made Aunt Yunque’s feathers into a fan.

“Father, save me!” I immediately let out a pitiful cry and threw myself onto Father’s shoulder.

My gentle and handsome father softly patted my back to comfort me, then raised his hand and unhesitatingly placed me into the arms of the arriving person.

“Why are you in such a rush?” He touched the sweat drops on the other person’s temples. “This little thing couldn’t possibly escape your grasp.”

The Demon King Queen took me and, smiling, smacked my tender bottom.

Shameful, despicable, wuu wuu wuu!

Next time I definitely won’t hide with Father anymore—I’ll go find Supreme Lord, find Aunt Fuman and Aunt Zhaoying!