The Demon Emperor Focuses on His Career Today, Too [Honghuang]

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Demon Emperor Dijun was ambitious, governed diligently, and cared deeply for the demons. He devoted himself entirely to unifying the Primordial World, neglecting his personal life as a result.

As it happened, everyone in the Primordial World, from Yuan Shi Fuxi, who was skilled in divination, to the mighty beings who weren't, could divine the same heavenly secret: The Demon Emperor and the future Demon Empress were destined for a heavenly marriage. Starting with this pair, all kinds of marriage customs would be established. The myriad races of the Primordial World would no longer have to worry about becoming pregnant through spontaneous conception, having their wives or husbands stolen, or their little ones not knowing who their father was...

Even Di Jiang, chief of the Ancestor Witches, who had always opposed the demon race, solemnly declared his willingness to call a truce and urged the bird to find a partner soon. Otherwise, things were awkward between the young witches too, and dealing with melodramatic love stories all day was a pain.

Dijun was so furious he choked. In a fit of rage, he split off a clone that transformed into Xihe.

He'd be both the pursuer and the pursued. Let's see who dared interfere with his grand plans.

But he never imagined that after Xihe went out and had some fun, she would come back pregnant, with ten babies at that.

Dijun: "…" Who cared whose they were? Now he had an excuse to earn money for formula and a reason to start early childhood education.

Dijun: "So the princes won't fight among themselves in the future and will each have a great cause to inherit, I shall create three hundred and sixty-five professions. The Three Pure Ones and the Buddhist sect can pursue their own distinctive religious paths. Nuwa, put away your figurines and don't let the little brats smash them. I'm not going to be a negligent parent. Di Jiang, develop your witch medicine..."

"Oh, Dao Ancestor Hongjun is here?" Dijun sneered. "Then let's research GPS navigation to keep the bird from getting lost."