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

Houtu really couldn't refuse, and could only flush red with anger before letting out a plaintive murmur.

"Yes!"

Dijiang didn't care about Houtu's resentment; in fact, he seemed rather eager to stir things up.

If an Ancestral Shaman could bear offspring, it would indeed be a good thing for the Wu Clan. But in the past, the Ancestral Shamans hadn't cared about such matters, and with their long-standing bonds, it wasn't easy to force the issue.

Now, with Chu Xuan around, there might be a chance for change.

As the leader of the Wu Clan, Dijiang had truly worn himself out worrying.

By the time Chu Xuan followed Houtu out of the Pangu Great Hall, she gradually regained her composure.

But when she looked at Chu Xuan before her, sensing the familiar aura of his laws, her gaze still couldn't help but waver.

A once-close tribesman had become her peer, and with all that had happened, even Houtu couldn't help feeling awkward. She spoke with some restraint.

"Little brother, now that you've condensed your Ancestral Shaman True Body, you should naturally lead a tribe of your own."

"Do you have any preference?"

Her feelings toward Chu Xuan were complicated—partly the care of an old tribe, partly the embarrassment of her brothers playing matchmaker, and partly a mix of happiness and resentment over his meritorious deeds paired with his overly ruthless schemes.

To avoid losing her composure, she instinctively wanted to have Chu Xuan leave her tribe first.

As for guidance, there were other ways to handle that.

But she never expected that as soon as she made this suggestion, Chu Xuan flatly refused it.

He explained matter-of-factly.

"No!"

"Though little brother has now become an Ancestral Shaman, this cannot be made public. After all, my past identity can't be hidden—how could a mere Golden Immortal Lesser Shaman suddenly become an Ancestral Shaman?"

"If I were to lead a tribe, it would become a flaw. This is a critical time; we can't be reckless!"

"Besides, little brother has lived in the Houtu Tribe since birth and made many friends. Sister Houtu needn't worry—I'm perfectly used to living here!"

Hearing Chu Xuan's reasoned words, Houtu felt helpless.

You're used to it, but I'm not!

But he was right—this matter couldn't be casually exposed. She had been a bit unbalanced earlier.

Using her laws to purge distracting thoughts, Houtu let out a long breath and finally calmed down. She spoke to Chu Xuan.

"Very well, then let it be as you say."

"But you should understand this: if you don't reveal your identity, it won't be convenient for me to appear by your side often to guide you."

This way, it's actually a good thing, she thought. No need to spend every day together. As time passes, I'll adjust.

But just as Houtu was thinking this, Chu Xuan's words surprised her again.

He smiled and clapped his hands.

"There's no need for Sister Houtu to worry about that!"

"Little brother just needs to return to the tribe, see my old friends, and then I'll be heading out!"

"At that time, I'll ask Sister Houtu to protect my path!"

"What?!"

Houtu was startled, and her gaze toward Chu Xuan grew increasingly strange.

Every suggestion I make gets shot down—could he really have feelings for me...?

But before, I was his leader!

A faint blush crept onto Houtu's face. She hesitated, wanting to explain to Chu Xuan.

I am devoted to the Dao, with no thoughts of romance between man and woman!

But before she could speak, Chu Xuan continued.

"I have a premonition that the Wu Clan is once again at a critical juncture of life and death!"

"I need to leave the Wu Clan and find a way to resolve it!"

"So I ask Sister Houtu to protect my path!"

Chu Xuan's expression was grave, not at all like he was joking.

This directly silenced all of Houtu's words.

She naturally trusted Chu Xuan's wisdom—past events had already proven it.

Even if those plans were too ruthless and made her instinctively uncomfortable, they were all for the Wu Clan, and she wouldn't take it out on Chu Xuan.

Still, because Chu Xuan had brought up the Wu Clan's survival, Houtu couldn't help but immediately question him.

"Our Wu Clan's life and death? How is that possible!"

"Even the Demon Race..."

But as soon as the words left her mouth, she stopped herself, realizing this was no longer the Pangu Great Hall.

If she triggered a resonance and leaked secrets, she would become a sinner of the Wu Clan.

Though as an Ancestral Shaman, the power of the Pangu Essence Blood shrouded her, granting a degree of heavenly concealment.

Its effect was still inferior to the Pangu Great Hall.

Caution ensures longevity!

In the end, she could only ask with her eyes.

Chu Xuan, watching those beautiful eyes fixed on him—the stunning Ancestral Shamaness unaware she was puffing her cheeks in an adorable manner—couldn't help but smile, yet still shook his head.

"It's not that I won't tell you, but what I'm about to do next will have no less impact than what came before!"

"So for now, it cannot be revealed!"

"Please, Sister Houtu, just guard the path for me!"

"Everything I do is for the Wu Clan!"

With practiced ease, Chu Xuan stood on moral high ground, lecturing Houtu with an air of righteousness.

Hearing Chu Xuan's grave words and knowing he wasn't joking, Houtu nodded deeply.

But at the same time, her face flushed with heat.

Earlier, she had thought Chu Xuan coveted her and was about to declare her intentions, only to realize he was actually worried about the Wu Clan.

Houtu was mortified to the extreme.

Thankfully, she hadn't spoken up.

Yet what Houtu didn't know was that she had already guessed half the truth. Now, Chu Xuan was simply using that moral high ground to manipulate her.

Yes, Chu Xuan did covet Houtu. How could he not be moved by the stunning goddess of the Primordial Wilderness before him? Cultivation wasn't about becoming a stone.

Add to that Houtu's future transformation into the Reincarnation Saint—beauty and potential combined, she was one of the best matches in this era.

He had already planned: if his attempt to defy fate failed, he would slip into the underworld to save his skin!

All these reasons made Chu Xuan unwilling to let her go.

Of course, he wasn't in a rush about that now. He still wanted to take his shot.

So there was the other half of the truth.

He truly intended to solve the Wu Clan's next problem.

"Hongjun is holding the Second Sermon, teaching the Quasi-Saint Path. On the surface, it shields the Wu Clan, but it also hides a massive threat to them!"

"That threat is the Primordial Wilderness fully entering the Quasi-Saint Era!"

"Originally, many Ancestral Shamans of the Wu Clan could break through to Quasi-Saint early thanks to the Tribulation System, giving them a huge advantage in this age!"

"But now, with Hongjun lecturing on the Quasi-Saint Path, that advantage is destined to be erased!"

"More Quasi-Saints will bring the Demon Race back to the same level as the Wu Clan, making them even harder to suppress!"

"And the Wu Clan has no Primordial Spirit—they can gain nothing from this sermon!"

"What a scheme!"

Chu Xuan sighed inwardly, impressed by Hongjun's methods. This was the tide of fate, executed in silence—far more refined than Chu Xuan's current abilities.

Still, Chu Xuan wasn't discouraged. This was simply because Hongjun had seized the initiative first.

Forcing him to hold the sermon early was, in itself, a kind of victory.

The three sermons had their fixed order and reasons. For it to happen early now—was that truly good for Hongjun?

Probably not.

He must have paid some price, almost as if he was panicking.

And against this grand tactic of the sermon, Chu Xuan already had a countermeasure in mind.