The Three Clans' Grudges, "Clever" Hands Added

The system's main quest and its generous rewards were like a shot of adrenaline for Xuan Wazi. What was originally just petty mischief now finally had a clear goal and strong motivation.

"Chaos Bead, Creation Green Lotus... and the vital blood of the three clan founders!" Xuan Wazi licked his slightly dry lips, his eyes sparkling with a light called "stirring up trouble." "System bro, I really like these quests of yours!"

He was no longer content with minor skirmishes on the periphery and began to systematically infiltrate the sensitive areas where the three clans' forces intermingled and friction was frequent. Relying on the wonder of the [Heavenly Secret Concealment Mask] and his late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation, he was like an invisible ghost, roaming the shadows of the Primordial Era.

His first stop was a vast forest bordering the Eastern Sea and the central continent. This area was rich in resources, and conflicts often erupted between the Dragon Clan navy and the Kirin Tribe beasts over spirit mines and spirit veins.

Xuan Wazi concealed himself in the clouds, looking down at a battlefield below where a small-scale conflict had just occurred. The corpses of dozens of Dragon Clan soldiers and Kirin Tribe warriors lay scattered on the ground, the smell of blood filling the air, and the residual fluctuations of magic power stirring the surrounding spiritual energy. The main forces of both sides seemed to have just withdrawn, leaving only a few personnel to clean up the battlefield, collect their comrades' bodies, and vigilantly guard against a possible counterattack from the enemy.

"Now's the time!" Xuan Wazi seized the opportunity, his form flickered, and the mask shimmered with light. He had transformed into a Kirin Tribe general who had fallen in the recent battle, a figure of some status. He even perfectly mimicked the battle scars and the Dragon Clan aura clinging to his body.

He "stumbled" to his feet from a scorched earth, his aura "weak," and let out a grief-stricken roar at the few Dragon Clan soldiers collecting their fallen comrades: "Shameless mud-fish! You killed my brethren, this hatred is irreconcilable! Our Kirin Tribe will not let this go!" His voice was hoarse, filled with bone-chilling hatred.

After shouting, he didn't wait for the Dragon Clan soldiers to react. He raised his hand and unleashed an earth-element spell that "looked impressive" but was actually all show and no substance, kicking up a cloud of dust. Then, feigning exhaustion and serious injury, he spat out a mouthful of "fresh blood" and "scrambled" away towards the Kirin Tribe's territory. However, he controlled his speed so that the Dragon Clan soldiers could clearly see his "Kirin Tribe general" identity, but not catch up.

"It's General Shi Yue of the Kirin Tribe! He's not dead!"

"Chase him! We can't let him escape!"

"Quick, report to the commander!"

The Dragon Clan soldiers were shocked and enraged. Two stayed behind to report, while the rest surged forward in pursuit.

Xuan Wazi "fled" for a distance, sensing the approaching pursuers and a Profound Immortal aura from the Dragon Clan rapidly closing in from further away. He immediately suppressed all his aura, and the mask shifted again. This time, he transformed into a wisp of clear wind, silently merging into the forest, leaving the pursuing Dragon Clan soldiers to rage ineffectively at the spot.

Almost simultaneously, on the border between the Phoenix Clan and the Dragon Clan in another direction, near a mine rich in fire-attribute spirit jade.

Xuan Wazi, disguised as Ao Qing whom he had disgusted, appeared swaggeringly outside the mine with a group of "shrimp soldiers and crab generals" (created by scattering beans). He imperiously addressed the Phoenix Clan guards stationed there:

"This mine, our Dragon Clan claims it! If you know what's good for you, get lost, otherwise, don't blame this Crown Prince for leveling this place and using your feathers as dusters!"

The Phoenix Clan leader on guard was a mid-stage Profound Immortal fire phoenix. Upon hearing this, he was so enraged that flames erupted all over his body: "Ao Qing! How dare you! This is the territory of our Phoenix Clan, how can your Dragon Clan covet it!"

"Hmph! Treasures of the Primordial Era belong to the capable! Attack!" The Xuan Wazi, disguised as Ao Qing, waved his hand, and the conjured "shrimp soldiers and crab generals" charged forward with roars, engaging the Phoenix Clan guards in a fierce battle. Meanwhile, Xuan Wazi himself "fiercely" exchanged a few blows with the fire phoenix leader. Their spells clashed, and the visual effects were spectacular. They appeared to be locked in a desperate struggle, but in reality, everything was under his precise control. He ensured that neither side was truly heavily injured, but the destruction and commotion caused were astonishing.

During the fight, he deliberately exposed a flaw, allowing the fire phoenix's Southern Bright Leaving Fire to graze the corner of "Ao Qing's" robe and scorch a patch of "dragon scales."

"You good-for-nothing feathered beast! You dare injure this prince! You just wait!" Xuan Wazi feigned shock and anger, uttered a harsh threat, and "scrambled" away with the "shrimp soldiers and crab generals," who were beginning to fade. Before leaving, he "accidentally" dropped a jade token engraved with the Dragon Clan's emblem (a replica).

The fire phoenix leader picked up the jade token, looked at the clear Dragon Clan aura and Ao Qing's personal mark (mimicked by the mask), and trembled with rage: "It really is that Ao Qing! He's gone too far! I must report this to the elders and demand an explanation from the Dragon Clan!"

As for the real Ao Qing, he was likely in some corner of the Dragon Palace, brooding over being reprimanded by a "mysterious senior" at the foot of Mount Buzhou and the faint discomfort in his stomach. Suddenly, he sneezed, completely unaware that a massive black pot had just descended from the heavens and firmly landed on his back.

Similar scenes continued to unfold across the Primordial Era for the next several hundred years.

Sometimes, Xuan Wazi would disguise himself as a member of the Phoenix Clan, attack Kirin Tribe merchant caravans, steal their goods, and "inadvertently" leave behind a few magnificent phoenix feathers.

Sometimes, he would pose as a member of the Kirin Tribe and "dump" all sorts of "filth" upstream of the Dragon Clan's waters, polluting the water sources, and leaving behind Kirin Tribe footprints.

Sometimes, he would even disguise himself as a member of one of the three clans who had long since perished but was once highly respected or had a high "hatred value." He would appear at a rival race's memorial or important event, deliver a provocative speech, and then "self-destruct" and disappear, leaving behind endless suspicion and anger.

His methods became increasingly skilled, and his timing more precise. Each instigation was like adding another layer of tension to an already taut string. The friction between the three clans escalated from small-scale border skirmishes to organized army confrontations and regional fierce battles.

And Xuan Wazi, like a diligent "gardener," shuttled between the fires of war ignited by him. Relying on his powerful divine sense and the Primordial Dao Body's sensitivity to treasures, he specifically picked up spiritual treasures and materials that were damaged, lost during battles, or belonged to recently deceased owners and were unclaimed.

A low-grade innate spirit sword, blasted away during a great battle between the Dragon Clan and the Kirin Tribe, fell into his hands.

Several scales and feathers, containing pure energy, that were severed during a clash between the Phoenix Clan and the Dragon Clan were quietly collected by him.

Once, a Kirin Tribe elder and a Dragon Clan commander fought to the death, their personal storage magic treasures damaged in the self-destruction. The contents scattered, and Xuan Wazi, in the chaos before the follow-up troops from both sides arrived, swept through like a ghost, snatching away the most precious innate spirit materials and a bottle of the Dragon Clan's treasured "Profound Origin Heavy Water."

[Ding! Acquired low-grade innate spirit treasure 'Green Scale Sword'.]

[Ding! Acquired Golden Immortal-level Dragon Clan Reverse Scale, three Phoenix Clan True Feathers.]

[Ding! Acquired innate spirit materials 'Star Iron', 'Ten Thousand Year Jade Marrow', and a bottle of 'Profound Origin Heavy Water'.]

The system's notification sounds occasionally rang out. Although most of the treasures were not top-tier, the accumulation of small amounts resulted in an astonishing fortune. More importantly, he could feel the dense karma and mutual resentment between the three clans rising at an alarming rate.

"Fight, fight, the more lively the fight, the better," Xuan Wazi hid in a temporary cave he had opened, counting his spoils with an irrepressible smile on his face. "When you guys really get fired up and trigger a great tribulation, that's when the real treasures will be left behind!"

He already seemed to see the Chaos Bead and the Creation Green Lotus beckoning to him.

However, he was unaware that while he was diligently "cultivating" between the three clans, in the Western lands, Demon Ancestor Luohu smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the slaughter and resentment permeating the Primordial Era due to the infighting of the three clans; and in Jade Capital Mountain, Daoist Hongjun frowned slightly, counting on his fingers to deduce, only to find the heavenly secrets shrouded in chaos.

The stage of the Primordial Era had been set. Xuan Wazi, one of the main actors, was enthusiastically "warming up the crowd." A great storm that would sweep across the heavens was imminent.