I Don't Mind Letting Father God Go Talk to Him

Seeing that she was wavering, Zhou Ming continued to increase his bets.

"My Wu Clan is the Pangu Orthodox, and we are different from them."

"We, the Wu Clan, disdain to steal from others; such a act would dishonor the name of our Father God."

"If my Wu Clan truly desires something, we will certainly offer something of equal value in exchange."

"Just like the transactions I've made with you before, wasn't every single one an equal exchange?"

Have I ever forced you, fellow Daoist?

"Have you ever taken advantage of the power of my Wu Clan to forcibly seize your belongings?"

"This time is no different."

"As for your concern that I cannot subdue those Five Saints..."

Zhou Ming paused here, and his entire demeanor suddenly changed.

A domineering and unparalleled Primordial Wilderness, looking down upon the heavens and earth, emanated from him.

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need for such concerns."

"Now, in this Primordial Wilderness land, no one can oppose my Wu Clan!"

"Anyone who dares to steal what my Wu Clan has set their sights on is courting death!"

"When that time really comes..."

Zhou Ming paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I don't mind... letting Father God have a proper talk with him."

Hearing Zhou Ming's domineering words, Nuwa had to admit that although Zhou Ming's words were arrogant, they were true.

In the present-day Primordial Wilderness, indeed no one dares to easily provoke the Wu Clan.

Especially after Zhou Ming Attain the Primordial Chaos Grand Unity Golden Immortal, the power of the Wu Clan reached an unprecedented peak.

No one dared to oppose the Wu Clan anymore.

Even so, Nuwa still harbored a burning anger within her.

After all, from beginning to end, she was completely outmaneuvered by this guy, and every step she took was on a path he had paved.

This feeling wouldn't be pleasant for anyone.

She took a deep breath and decided to get her revenge, even if it was just verbally.

Nuwa spoke coldly.

"I believe you, fellow Daoist, that no one dares to steal from the Wu Clan."

"But fellow Daoist said that the Wu Clan disdains to steal from others, isn't that... an exaggeration?"

"Wasn't it you who stole Taiyi's Chaos Bell?"

"This..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming's expression froze for a moment.

Oops.

That was too hasty.

The atmosphere was set too high just now, and the words were spoken too confidently.

How could I have forgotten about that?

He showed no sign of it on his face, only coughing lightly and adopting an air of matter-of-fact composure.

Faced with Nuwa's blatant slap in the face, Zhou Ming's thick skin came into play.

He coughed lightly and began to ramble on without changing his expression.

"That's different," Zhou Ming explained, shaking his head.

"Taiyi's Chaos Bell, how could I call that stealing it?"

"I was just keeping it for him."

"Such Innate Supreme Treasure possess boundless power; placing them in his hands will inevitably fuel his arrogance."

"They used their treasures to commit evil deeds and oppress all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness."

"I had no choice but to act for the sake of peace in the Primordial Wilderness and for the tranquility of all living beings."

"Look, hasn't he become much more restrained since I helped him preserve the Chaos Bell?"

"Not as rampant as before?"

Nuwa: "..."

She was so angry at Zhou Ming's shamelessness that she laughed.

She's seen through it all.

This guy's skin is probably thicker than Buzhou Mountain.

He can make the dead seem alive.

To steal from someone else and then talk about it so elegantly and righteously.

"Fellow Daoist, your mouth is as sharp as ever; you're truly eloquent."

They call robbery "safekeeping" and suppression "for his own good."

In this Primordial Wilderness, when it comes to the ability to distort the truth, this person before us is absolutely unique.

Nuwa was too lazy to argue with him any further; continuing the argument would only make her angrier.

She then changed the subject and raised another question.

"I believe you have the ability to intimidate the other Saint."

"But, fellow Daoist, have you considered... the Dao Ancestor?"

When the words "Dao Ancestor" were mentioned, Nuwa's tone became solemn.

Hongjun is the sword hanging over the heads of the Wu Clan.

"If the Dao Ancestor were to attack the Wu Clan again in the future, he would surely have made thorough preparations."

"By then, will the Wu Clan... still be able to hold out?"

"If the Wu Clan cannot withstand the Dao Ancestor's thunderous methods, how can they possibly intimidate the other Saint?"

"If it really comes to that, what's the point of our cooperation?"

"Won't my Human Clan's Fortune still be lost then?"

That was her biggest concern.

Cooperating with Zhou Ming is tantamount to betting everything on the Wu Clan.

If the Wu Clan falls, all her plans will come to naught.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming simply waved his hand dismissively.

"There's no need for you to worry about Hongjun."

"My Wu Clan will handle this."

His tone was calm, but it exuded absolute confidence.

"What you are worried about will not happen."

"Even if, hypothetically, what you fear does happen, so what?"

"For you, the worst outcome is simply returning to your original situation."

"At that time, you will only lose a portion of your Fortune, leaving you with only the one- Fortune that belongs to the Holy Mother of the Human Race."

"But what if my Wu Clan were to withstand Hongjun's Methods?"

"If you cooperate with me, fellow Daoist, you can preserve more of our Fortune."

"No matter how you look at it, this is a deal that only brings profit to you, fellow Daoist."

After listening, Nuwa fell into deep thought.

She had to admit that Zhou Ming's twisted logic actually made sense.

This is indeed a gamble that will benefit me in every way.

If you win the gamble, you'll retain your Fortune.

If you lose the bet, maintain the status quo, even though the status quo is also miserable.

If the Wu Clan can withstand the Dao Ancestor's methods, then cooperating with Zhou Ming will be entirely beneficial.

If the Wu Clan cannot stop them, then her cooperation with the Wu Clan will naturally come to an end.

She continued to face the schemes of the other Five Saints.

Either way, you're not at a disadvantage.

However, she still had doubts about Zhou Ming's statement that "she could only retain one- Human Clan's Fortune."

She's Holy Mother of the Human Race, how could she possibly only have one-tenth of her former self left?

She couldn't believe she had lost so badly.

Nuwa then confirmed it again.

"If I hadn't cooperated with you, fellow Daoist, could those people have truly planned to leave me with only one-tenth of the Human Clan's Fortune?"

"Fellow Daoist, please don't try to deceive me to force a cooperation."

"Absolutely true."

Zhou Ming's expression turned serious.

"If you don't cooperate with me, under their schemes, you will indeed only be able to retain one-tenth of your Fortune."

"I can guarantee this with the name of the Father God; I have never deceived you, fellow Daoist."

Hearing Zhou Ming guarantee it in the name of the Great God Pangu, Nuwa's last trace of doubt vanished.

In the Primordial Wilderness, no one dared to desecrate the reputation of the Great God Pangu.

No one dared to joke about Pangu, especially not the Wu Clan.

If Zhou Ming dared to say that, then it must be true!

He thought to himself that the Human Clan he had painstakingly created would ultimately only receive a fraction of its Fortune.

Ninety percent of them would be divided up by those few guys, and Nuwa's heart was bleeding.

The loss of ninety percent of her Fortune... she couldn't bear it.

After weighing the pros and cons, Nuwa finally made up her mind.

"Alright, I agree to cooperate with you, fellow Daoist."