Volume One, Chapter Seventy-One: The Enchanting Art That Bewitches All Living Souls

Chapter Seventy-One: Enchanting the World with Bewitching Charms

On Mount Sumeru, the watching Indra was left speechless, feeling exasperated. “Old man, if I explode your chrysanthemum, can’t you just be quiet for once?” he muttered.

Yama, Lord of the Death Heaven, burst out laughing, “Domain Lord, aren’t you embarrassed by your behavior? Heh...”

Maitreya, the Lord of Tusita Heaven, shook his head and sighed softly, “His demonic nature persists...”

Under the gaze of countless celestial beings, Tu Zhe stood with casual composure. A shimmer flashed between his brows, and in an instant, the massive dragon breath unleashed by Long Yi was absorbed completely by the light. There was neither a world-shaking collision nor any miraculous transformation—so simply, as if he had inhaled, the dragon breath, along with countless fragments of shattered space and black holes, vanished.

Long Yi’s eyes nearly fell out of their sockets, and so did those of the billions of heavenly beings.

What kind of supernatural power was this? That formidable dragon breath, with its devastating force, was just... gone?

Mara stared for ages, unable to discern what technique Tu Zhe used to dismantle Long Yi’s attack.

But the old devil was so pleased with himself, he couldn’t help but boast:

“Celestial beings, what divine power did my disciple employ to effortlessly neutralize the attack of a peak Grand Sage? Let me tell you—it’s a secret! Hahaha…”

Indra, who was listening intently, nearly cursed aloud.

Wasn’t this just teasing everyone?

While he was inwardly cursing, Huluzhina approached, face dark and mood sour. Indra pretended not to see him.

Damn it, if you show up now, will people say I’m disregarding the laws, shielding my kin? Or will they say you eight princes simply don’t care about the verdict of the Tribunal?

Huluzhina didn’t care about Indra’s mood, leaning over to whisper, “Father, something seems off here, doesn’t it?”

Off, your mother.

Did you think I couldn’t see it? Or that I didn’t know about your little tricks behind the scenes? Damn it, when will you ever amount to anything?

Indra, infuriated, spat out just one word:

“Leave!”

Long Yi, seeing his dragon breath dispelled, felt both surprised and embarrassed. He had been a renowned Grand Sage for many years—defeating his attack was one thing, but with so many monsters under his command, how could he keep face?

Long Yi resolved to go all-out to kill Tu Zhe.

Tu Zhe waved a hand, “Long Yi, are you telling me that as soon as you arrive, the mighty general steps onto the stage? Are you implying you brought so many monster dragons and serpents just for show?”

Long Yi’s draconic eyes blinked, and he said gravely, “Don’t you want to know why I want to kill you?”

He deliberately avoided following Tu Zhe’s line of questioning, knowing this sharp-tongued youth could lure him into a verbal trap. So, he kept to his own script. In truth, Long Yi’s response was commendable.

Tu Zhe threw his head back and laughed.

Ha, why should I care? Are you implying we’ve no animosity, and someone hired you to kill me?

Long Yi snorted coldly, “You can guess!”

Tu Zhe laughed heartily:

“I’ll stomp your lungs—

You say I should guess, and I’ll guess? Why bother? I’ll simply thrash and kill you and your lot—what joy!”

Tu Zhe thought to himself, I’m no fool. You won’t reveal the mastermind, and even if you did, I wouldn’t want to hear it. What would I do then—storm Mount Sumeru and destroy the old emperor? At least for now, that’s not realistic!

Long Yi was furious. Did Tu Zhe think he had them all figured out?

Long Yi said, “Fine, as you say, let’s be straightforward. How do you want to do this?”

Tu Zhe arched his brow, “Long Yi, let’s do this: you’ve got so many monsters, and I have so few people—what if it’s a group brawl? I doubt you’d be shameless enough for that.”

Long Yi was nearly in tears from rage.

He’d never cared about being shameless—a few humans and dogs, and he’d slaughter them without fuss.

Before Long Yi could reply, Tu Zhe waved dismissively, “Actually, it doesn’t matter. I like peace and quiet, and seeing your swarm of monsters unsettles me. Let’s have a group brawl first. On your side, except for your twenty-four Grand Sages, everyone can join. On ours…”

Tu Zhe glanced at his companions.

He rubbed his nose and stroked his chin, pondering whom to send up to brawl with the horde.

The little dog raised a paw and squealed, “Let me, let me! I’ll go beat up their whole crowd—”

Tu Zhe slapped the dog’s rump, “Be sensible—no need for you.”

He turned to the Lust Demoness, Trishna, “Hey, beautiful demon god Trishna, can you handle such a massive crowd of monsters?”

Trishna, along with the Pleasure Demoness, Loti, and the Greed Demoness, Loga, had not yet revealed their true faces or identities since arriving at Mount Sumeru. Three Lisa veils shrouded their faces; everyone saw only their fiery figures, unaware they were the three infamous demonesses of the Realm of Desire, feared throughout the heavens.

As soon as Tu Zhe called Trishna’s name, he stirred a hornet’s nest—the heavens of the Realm of Desire erupted in uproar.

Heavens, heavens, it’s our three great demonesses from Free Heaven!

Heavens, heavens, it’s the Lust Demoness whose allure none but the Buddha can resist!

Heavens, heavens, the Lust Demoness has revealed herself—I’m going to die!

Heavens, heavens, look at those towering breasts, that slender waist, those undulating hips—oh, how fiery!

Heavens, heavens, what are those clothes? Barely there, teasing, like lotus leaves—

...

At that moment, Mara’s voice resounded through the heavens:

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Ladies and gentlemen, this is our famed Lust Demoness, the Goddess of Love—Trishna. Who in the heavens of Desire has not heard of Trishna’s irresistible charm?

Lotus leaves—

She is the Love Goddess who keeps billions awake, tossing and turning—could she be the lover of your dreams?

The heavens of Desire erupted in tidal waves of shouting:

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes—

Tell me, boys, was your dream lover once Trishna?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes—

Tell me again, who is your current dream lover?

Trishna, Trishna, Trishna—

Lotus leaves—

Tell me, do you believe the countless monsters of the Naga tribe can withstand the Love Goddess’s enchanting smile?

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill—

Tell me, who do you think will ultimately claim victory?

Trishna, Trishna, Trishna—

Hahahahaha—

Mara’s wild laughter reverberated through the heavens. The old devil stirred up the worship of Trishna among billions, his art of incitement perfected to a level that made one want to spit.

Indra’s nose was nearly crooked from anger, unable to speak from shock.

One of the three great demonesses—Trishna? Mara really is willing to go this far?

He’s giving her to Tu Zhe, that little brat?

Huluzhina slunk away, staring at Trishna on the celestial screen, forgetting even how to cry.

All calculations and plans seemed to be unraveling.

At that moment, Trishna’s starry eyes fluttered, her willow waist swayed, her bosom and hips undulated. She pouted her crimson lips toward millions of monsters whose drool had already soaked their chests, and with a moan that sent shockwaves rippling through the hearts and souls of all monsters, she whispered:

“Brother, your little sister misses you so, so much...”