The Old, the Weak, the Young, the Sick, the Disabled, and the Pregnant

The Asura Clan people on the ground looked up, their faces filled with bewilderment.

They didn't understand what was happening.

Then they saw their Clan Leader fly into the sky, and then suddenly a crack appeared in the sky.

An enormous eyeball squeezed out of the crack, its pitch-black pupil rolling around, and the thick Demonic Qi surging around it dyed half the sky black, which was terrifying.

They recognized the large eyeball; it was the eye of the Creation Lord Demon God of the Earth Demon Clan.

Every time it appears, a race is wiped out here.

However, they were lucky; the Demon God never targeted them.

Perhaps, this is all due to the protection of the sacred object and the Clan Leader.

As each Asura Clan pondered this, they saw that large eyeball suddenly shrink back.

Then, a round black ball rolled along the horizon, finally reaching the figure confronting its Clan Leader.

The black sphere unfurled, and the figure emanated an even stronger Demonic Qi than the eyeball from before.

But he knelt down directly at the man's feet.

That humble posture...

Um, could this be that Demon God?

That powerful backer that the Earth Demon Clan always boasts about, that legendary, arrogant demon Demon God with boundless demonic flames?

The Asura Clan felt a sense of disillusionment.

Then, they witnessed something even more disillusioning.

The figure raised its foot and kicked, and the Demon God flew out of the atmosphere with a "whoosh".

That was Demon God! He was kicked out of the atmosphere with a single kick! He didn't even have the courage to fight back!

Wow, that's so cool.

At that moment, the way all the Asura Clan looked at Wuma Xiu changed completely.

Wuma Xiu descended from the sky.

The moment his toes touched the Sapphire Blue protective shield set up by Mo, it shattered instantly.

That defense was as thin as a sheet of paper in his eyes.

The Asura Clan present all gaped in astonishment, and several rubbed their eyes.

They knew how sturdy their Clan Leader's protective shield was. Last time, the Earth Demon Clan attacked with all their might, bombarding the shield for a whole day, but they couldn't even break a crack.

And this important figure with white hair and red eyes just stepped on it lightly, just once!

--Wow.

Seeing that Wuma Xiu had landed on the ground, still holding their Asura Clan's sacred artifact in his hand.

The Asura Clan people present were stunned for a moment, then began to rack their brains.

Hiss—the sacred object flew away, then returned, personally brought back by this white-haired, red-eyed magnate.

Could it be that this person was personally chosen by our clan's sacred object...?

Bodyguard?

The more they thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

After all, the Asura Clan lived peacefully on this land, never causing trouble or provoking external enemies.

The sacred object probably thought they were too weak, so it went out and found them a powerful backer.

Several Asura Clan children, fearless as newborn calves, had already run to Wuma Xiu's side while the adults were still imagining things. They were jumping and tumbling around a few steps away.

The Asura Clan of today are no longer the first generation born directly from Divine Blood and Divine Power thousands of years ago. That drop of Divine Blood has exhausted its last bit of Divine Power over the long years.

The current Asura Clan are descendants of the first generation. Although they still have a trace of Divine Blood flowing in their veins, it is almost negligible.

However, this did not prevent them from feeling a natural affinity for this white-haired, red-eyed figure.

Among all the children, there was a particularly well-behaved little boy who ran the fastest.

He tilted his chubby little face up, staring at Wuma Xiu with bright, sparkling eyes for a long while, then opened his arms and hugged Wuma Xiu's leg tightly.

"Dad! Didn't you say you turned into a star? Why have you come back to see me?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Asura Clan were collectively petrified.

Before Wuma Xiu could make any move, the Spear flew out of his hand with a "whoosh." The Spear Tip pierced through the back of the little boy's collar, lifting him up and sending him flying dozens of meters away, hovering in front of Mo.

The entire shaft of the Spear was vibrating and buzzing violently.

Oh my gosh!

What are you saying?! Luckily I reacted quickly, or my master would have tossed you around right there!

It always thought it was the bravest person in the world.

But faced with that innocent childish remark of "Dad," it could only admit defeat, even bending the Spear Tip by half an inch in fright.

The Spear lifted the little boy into Mo's arms, then secretly glanced back at its master.

Wuma Xiu stood there, his expression unchanged. He neither drew his sword nor released any killing intent, and he didn't even frown.

Oh, right, I almost forgot about it.

Although the master of the house was decisive and ruthless, he was exceptionally tolerant of children and would never get angry because of their innocent words.

It seems he was worrying unnecessarily.

Mo caught the little boy, looked down at the innocent face in his arms, and had only one thought in his mind.

This child has a bright future ahead of him.

Look, in one fell swoop they not only embraced their Creation Lord, but were also carried away by their sacred object, all now in the arms of their Clan Leader. In one fell swoop, they had "wiped out" the three highest-ranking members of the Asura Clan.

Mo solemnly handed the little boy to the book beside him, his tone deep. "Here, you can raise him."

In any case, one party has no family, and the other party has no intention of getting married.

Isn't this just perfect?

Shu looked down at the grinning little cub in his arms, his chubby face brimming with carefree joy. He then looked up at his clan Clan Leader's face and finally sighed resignedly.

The other party was not only the Clan Leader, but also the ancestor of their Asura Clan.

The commands of our ancestors cannot be disobeyed.

Besides, he was too lazy to get married anyway, rather than being pressured by his clansmen to go on blind dates every few days.

Why not just raise a ready-made offspring? That way, the lineage will continue.

That's right, the book has no desire to get married.

If he could, he would only want to spend his life with his books; those yellowed pages, the faint scent of ink, and the quiet time spent reading would be his most loyal companions in this life.

Thinking of this, Shu couldn't help but sigh to himself:

His father really got it right when he named him. "Book"—doesn't that mean he's destined to be bound to books for life?

Wuma Xiu's gaze swept over the Asura Clan present.

He raised his hand, his fingertips twitching slightly.

The elderly and pregnant women were grouped together; there weren't many of them, and he only glanced at them before paying no further attention.

These are things he doesn't care about.

You don't need to get involved in anything that follows.

Of the remaining tribespeople, the wounded and sick were grouped together.

The disabled people were grouped together.

The younger children were then grouped together separately.

The three groups of people stood in their respective places, staring blankly at each other, not knowing what the other was going to do.

Finally, the strong and able-bodied young Asura Clan were gathered into the largest group.

Wuma Xiu stopped in front of the group of people, glanced at them, and then placed a label on their heads.

--weak.