Primordial Wilderness: I Repeatedly Offered Poisonous Schemes! Houtu Advised Me to Calm Down

That would be far too coincidental!

So coincidental that the Ancestral Shamans felt their hearts grow heavy, involuntarily recalling Chu Xuan's words from before.

The Demon Race and the Wu Clan were like the Dragon-Han Three Races—who had been the victor back then?

Yet no matter how reluctant, the Ancestral Shamans ultimately joined the myriad beings of heaven and earth in bowing toward the Nine Heavens to thank the Dao Ancestor for his teachings. Even if the Wu Clan had no need of them.

This was strength. This was the tide of the times!

Seated within the Pangu Great Hall, Chu Xuan remained unaffected by Hongjun's saintly might. This ancestral hall of the Wu Clan, backed by the Pangu Heart, was not subject to the suppression of the Heavenly Dao or even the saints.

Chu Xuan's gaze turned outward, his eyes flickering.

"The Heavenly Dao perfected early, and the lectures began ahead of schedule?"

"Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"Jumping into the fray so soon!"

"It seems you're truly afraid the Wu Clan will wipe out the Demon Race before your plans come to pass!"

"In the original course of history, there were similar precedents—the Demon Race often found itself at a disadvantage, only to be secretly protected by either a lecture from Hongjun or his decree that demons rule the sky and shamans rule the earth, forbidding great war for ten thousand years."

"This happening ahead of time isn't a bad thing. On the contrary, it proves my changes are working!"

"Hongjun's cards are limited. Let's see how many he can play!"

Chu Xuan smiled, gaining greater confidence in countering the predetermined future.

He wasn't bothered by missing the chance to destroy the Demon Race.

In truth, even without Hongjun's interference, the Wu Clan's odds of annihilating the Demon Race weren't high.

After all, this was a world of cultivation. Realm and strength were the foundation—sudden advantages didn't guarantee victory in war.

If it were that simple, the Wu Clan wouldn't have watched the Demon Race grow step by step.

Powerful foes were hard to kill. You had to force them into a decisive battle.

In history, the final war between the Wu Clan and the Demon Race only erupted because both sides had fully carved up the Primordial Wilderness, their conflicts had escalated, and each had acquired saint-level means—there was no choice but to fight.

But the Primordial Wilderness had yet to be completely divided between the two races, and neither side's methods had reached their peak.

Though Chu Xuan appeared composed, some among the Twelve Ancestral Shamans who returned with the Pangu Great Hall were less than satisfied.

As the twelve entered the hall, Chu Xuan heard Zhurong grumbling.

"We missed this chance—who knows when we'll get another to finish off the Demon Race!"

"We should have struck right then!"

"That one is far too biased. He even smoothed over the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Fruit. If we hadn't fled quickly, we might have been discovered!"

But before he could finish, Dijiang cut him off.

"Enough! Show respect to the saint!"

"Perhaps it really was a coincidence. After all, the saint said the Heavenly Dao's completion prompted the early lectures. And we were the ones who perfected the tribulation—it's not impossible."

"Besides, we might not have been able to destroy the Demon Race anyway."

"Eastern Emperor Taiyi has recovered. With the Chaos Bell, if he's determined to flee, it would be hard for us to stop him."

Hearing Dijiang's words, the other Ancestral Shamans, though dissatisfied, had to hold back.

They understood the logic, but the coincidence was too suspicious, which was why they grumbled.

Chu Xuan's earlier hints about Hongjun's corruption lingered in their minds.

Just then, the shamans noticed Chu Xuan, and Gonggong abruptly asked.

"Chu Xuan, little brother, what do you think?"

All the Ancestral Shamans turned to look at him.

They clearly acknowledged his wisdom.

At this moment, they urgently needed his guidance.

In fact, many of them were already regretting not agreeing to Chu Xuan's scorched-earth plan earlier.

If they had gone through with it, none of this trouble would have arisen.

Now the opportunity was lost.

It wouldn't come again.

All they could do was hope Chu Xuan had some other brilliant insight.

Meanwhile, Chu Xuan met the expectant gazes of the Ancestral Shamans, hearing that now-fixed title. He felt a bit helpless but still agreed with Dijiang's view.

"Lord Dijiang is right. Even without the lecture interrupting us, we might not have been able to keep them there."

"The Wu Clan is not yet strong enough."

Hearing Chu Xuan say the same, the Ancestral Shamans present let out a collective sigh.

Only a few of the Ancestral Shamans looked at Chu Xuan with flickering eyes, feeling that this Wu Clan poison master wouldn't be so simple.

And sure enough, almost as soon as the Ancestral Shamans had felt disappointed, Chu Xuan quickly shifted his tone.

"But..."

The Ancestral Shamans' eyes lit up.

"I absolutely refuse to believe that what Lord Dijiang said about it being just a coincidence!"

"In fact, with this incident, I can almost be certain that Hongjun is targeting our Wu Clan!"

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Chapter 15: Slandering Hongjun, Rewarding Pangu Essence Blood! (Begging for flowers and monthly votes)

"In fact, with this incident, I can almost be certain that Hongjun is targeting our Wu Clan!"

Chu Xuan's bold declaration startled all the Ancestral Shamans present.

If this weren't the Pangu Hall where they couldn't be discovered, they would have already prepared for battle.

Slandering a saint, especially at this moment when Hongjun had just announced he would preach, was practically a provocation.

Yet they knew clearly that this younger brother of theirs was not one to speak without reason.

Dijiang's face immediately darkened, and he spoke gravely.

"Do you have any suspicions?"

In truth, Dijiang himself wasn't without doubts, but earlier he had said that to calm the Ancestral Shamans.

But if Chu Xuan spoke up with evidence, he would have to prepare to deal with that saint.

Chu Xuan nodded at this, then shook his head.

"I do have suspicions, but I have no evidence for now!"

"He arrived too conveniently, and even specifically smoothed over the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Fruit before making his announcement!"

"The Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao is the principle of the Primordial Wilderness's operation. If it were merely preaching, why would he come specifically to interfere?"

"In my view, that one has likely grown suspicious."

"Suspicious that the appearance of the Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao was abnormal."

"If he truly only cared about preaching, why bother doubting the Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao within the operation of the Primordial Wilderness, let alone meddling?"

"This is the Dao of heaven and earth's operation."

"Combined with him conveniently preaching at the final critical juncture, indirectly stopping us from further striking against the Demon Race—"

"This is enough to show that he indeed intends to favor the Demon Race. To put it bluntly, even if his original intent wasn't favoritism, the result is favoritism, and that is favoritism nonetheless."

"For us, such suspicions are already enough. The survival of our Wu Clan is at stake—how can we entrust life and death to another's hands!"

Chu Xuan couldn't reveal too many details, but he could use the outcome to wildly slander Hongjun.

And he wasn't wrong about one thing: no matter what, the Demon Race had already benefited as a fait accompli, and the Wu Clan couldn't ignore their race's safety just because there was no evidence.

So even though Chu Xuan was forcibly pinning blame without cause, the Ancestral Shamans present were almost instantly convinced.

Some were conflicted, some furious, some dissatisfied.

They took Hongjun as a kind of imagined enemy.

Chu Xuan was pleased to see this.

"The Wu Clan needs an opponent—one they take seriously enough to stay alert, so there's room for me to act!"

"Besides, I'm not even deceiving them!"

"From Hongjun's perspective, if this bunch of remnants from a former dynasty just stayed put and behaved, fine. But they want to throw their weight around and refuse to cultivate the current big brother's Immortal Dao—that kind of mistake, no one can tolerate. They're doomed!"