Nuwa: Let's Join the Witch Clan! Minghe Makes the First Move! (Please Vote and Send Flowers)

"Once this plan is put into action, it will definitely offend the Future Saints and unleash a storm of bloodshed. It might even cause more than one Great Divine Ability User to fall!"

Fuxi shook his head at that.

"That's why I said I don't know whether it came from them. The methods are simply too vicious!"

"But whether it would offend the Future Saints is hard to say. From the Wu Clan's perspective, this plan is actually excellent. The Wu Clan has no primordial spirits and isn't among the Dao Ancestor's disciples, so they have no competition for the Saint Positions. Instead, they're the best allies in this scheme. If they could win the Wu Clan's protection, even the Future Saints would have to acknowledge the favor!"

"After all, they're the Twelve Ancestral Shamans!"

"Twelve Great Divine Ability Users united as one, including a Quasi-Saint. They could practically call the shots!"

The more Fuxi said, the more brilliant he found the plan.

Even Nuwa couldn't help but be moved.

"Doesn't that mean whoever the Wu Clan wants to become a Saint will become one? They could control the Saint Positions!"

The Twenty-Fifth Chapter: Nuwa: Let's Join the Wu Clan! Minghe Makes the First Move! (Please Give Flowers and Monthly Tickets)

Fuxi shook his head.

"It's not that simple! There are many Great Divine Ability Users in the world. Even the Wu Clan can't monopolize the fight against everyone. At most, they could protect two candidates, and even that would be the limit. They'd also have to consider the Dao Ancestor's opinion."

"It would be best to help the Saints who were originally meant to become Saints. Only then might the Dao Ancestor turn a blind eye!"

Nuwa sighed at that.

"Even so, it's already remarkable. A Future Saint who hasn't become a Saint is just a leaf floating in the current of a tribulation!"

"In that case, Brother, don't join the Yao Clan. Come with me and join the Wu Clan instead. The Yao Clan can't protect me!"

"And if we join the Wu Clan, perhaps we could even secure a Saint Position for you. After all, Zhunti and Jieyin are brothers, and the Three Pure Ones are brothers too."

"Then we'd be Saint siblings—a lovely tale in its own right!"

Fuxi's brow twitched violently as he listened to Nuwa.

He knew his younger sister strongly disapproved of his plan to join the Yao Clan, but he hadn't expected her to immediately suggest joining the Wu Clan instead.

Perhaps the situation really did call for it. After all, she herself was a Future Saint, which put her in great danger.

Fuxi felt helpless.

Still, why did the idea of being Saint siblings sound so tempting?

Even though he knew it was impossible, Fuxi's heart pounded wildly.

If he hadn't still had a little common sense, he would have abandoned his long-laid plans for the Yao Clan and joined the Wu Clan instead!

Honestly, the Wu Clan was powerful. How terrifying were twelve Great Divine Ability Users? If given the choice, who wouldn't want to stand with the strong?

But the Wu Clan had too many problems. Even if he joined them, unless he became one of their own, he would struggle to gain enough authority and respect. That was the Wu Clan's fatal weakness.

Fuxi sighed and reluctantly turned down Nuwa's suggestion, though he didn't object to her approaching the Wu Clan first.

After all, what if it worked?

Besides, persuading a candidate for Sainthood to befriend the Wu Clan was probably one of the goals of their plan. It shouldn't be too difficult.

"But if that's the case, then it'll be hard to tell anyone that the Wu Clan came up with this plan!"

"I've actually been drawn into their scheme to this extent!"

Fuxi suddenly realized it, and his heart shook.

He didn't know whether he really had been schemed against so thoroughly, or whether it was just a coincidence. If it was real, the Wu Clan was far too frightening.

Their wisdom and strategic skill had suddenly advanced by leaps and bounds.

By comparison, the Yao Clan really might be a sinking ship.

The Three Pure Ones were powerful and still relatively safe, while Fuxi and Nuwa had already considered befriending the Wu Clan.

That meant the most endangered were Jieyin and Zhunti, far away in the Western Land.

And because they were so remote—and because the Great Divine Ability Users of the Primordial Wilderness orthodox faction looked down on them—Jieyin and Zhunti hadn't even received the news yet.

Some of the more perceptive Great Divine Ability Users had already begun to act.

The Primordial Wilderness was seething with undercurrents and hidden dangers at every turn, as many Great Divine Ability Users and Great Luo Golden Immortals began to move.

Various methods were being used to block the secrets of Heaven, whether because their practitioners didn't want to get involved, had their own plans, or wanted to hide themselves.

As a result, the secrets of Heaven throughout the Primordial Wilderness were thrown into chaos, becoming a tangled mess.

This scene had undoubtedly alarmed Hongjun, who was in the process of Integrating with Dao.

Sensing the unrest in the Primordial Wilderness, Hongjun instinctively began calculating. The might of a Saint worked in tandem with the Heavenly Dao.

Although some powerful Great Divine Ability Users and even Ancestral Shamans had sealed off the source, making it difficult to determine who was causing the trouble in the short term,

Hongjun still understood what was happening.

And the very first thought that came to his mind was:

"Who revealed this old man's scheme?!"

The Cushions that would lead to Sainthood had been part of his plans for a long time.

He had even carefully chosen each candidate.

The Three Pure Ones had been formed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit. In the world created by Pangu, they naturally deserved a place.

Nuwa was involved in his future plan to control the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth, so she deserved a place as well.

As for Zhunti and Jieyin, their inclusion was purely because he owed the Western Land Karma from his own path to Sainthood.

The candidates for those positions had long been decided.

Otherwise, when there had been only six Cushions at the first lecture, how could Kunpeng have so easily given up his seat? Even without knowing about the Saint Positions, anyone could have guessed how important they were. It was naturally Hongjun who had influenced Kunpeng from the shadows.

As for why he hadn't made the choices public after deciding on them, it was simply because the time wasn't right.

If he hadn't Integrated with Dao, how could he promise the Saint Positions to anyone?

Without Integrating with Dao, he was no more than an ordinary Saint.

Even if his choices aligned with Heaven's mandate, nothing had been settled yet. There was still a chance for change, so he couldn't make a decision lightly.

He had originally planned to wait until after the third lecture, when he had successfully Integrated with Dao, before announcing the choices and bestowing the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

But now, someone had exposed the secrets of Heaven with a single remark and even pushed things along from the shadows. The secrets of Heaven had changed.

The six Saint Positions were no longer secure. This was the one thread of change that had escaped the net!

The change struck Hongjun right in the head.

After all, aside from the Three Pure Ones, who were certain to become Saints, Nuwa and Zhunti and Jieyin were all connected to him.

If this went wrong, not only might his control over the future slip away, but the Western Karma could throw his Dao into chaos.

Hongjun almost wanted to rise at once and stop this, but could he get up?

For now, they were fighting over the Cushions, not the Saint Positions!

How could the Dao Ancestor, while Integrating with Dao, intervene directly? That would violate the Heavenly Dao's rules.

He could only wait until the Gods arrived at Zixiao Palace, or until they caused tremendous damage, before he had reason to intervene.

"Who is it?"

Hongjun frowned again.

Ever since the Yao Clan affair, everything seemed to have gone wrong. His plans had been disrupted time and time again.

Hongjun considered the matter. In the end, he decided he couldn't let things continue like this. But before he could act,

the Primordial Wilderness below suddenly changed. Hongjun's expression tightened as he watched the major event unfolding.

On the Western Land, atop Mount Sumeru,

Zhunti and Jieyin were, as usual, building up their territory, gathering all kinds of spiritual treasures and talented beings to adorn their Daoist tradition.

Innate spiritual energy, plants and trees, bamboo and stones, spiritual springs, and spirit beasts were scattered across the land. They were all decent—at the very least, they were innate treasures.

But that was only because the Western Land had been stripped of countless spiritual ley lines. In the East, even the dwelling of some random Great Luo Golden Immortal would be richer than theirs.

Zhunti sighed.

"The West is so barren. When will we ever be as wealthy as the East?"

"We thought that sitting on the Cushion through Karma would let us establish a connection with the Dao Ancestor and change things a little, but it seems we're no different from everyone else!"

"Senior Brother, if we go on like this, do we really have a future?"