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

Chapter 28: The Demon Race Wants to Be the Bank? Three Races Join In! (Begging for Flowers and Monthly Tickets)

He had another plan!

This plan wasn't over yet!

Even Gonggong, who was usually somewhat aggressive, felt that Chu Xuan was being too radical when he heard this.

Given Chu Xuan's style, the Ancestral Shamans understood that this would inevitably be another poisonous scheme.

They had already roughly grasped the ways of their new younger brother.

But after a moment of silence, they couldn't help feeling puzzled—was there anything left for the Wu Clan to resolve?

Hadn't the matters of the Quasi-Saint era and the Saint era already been settled?

Enough leeway had already been secured for the Wu Clan.

The Ancestral Shamans didn't understand.

Dijiang coughed, breaking the silence, and asked Xuanming directly.

"Did he say what the plan is?"

But it would've been better if he hadn't asked—the moment he did, a hint of irritation flickered across Xuanming's cold, beautiful face as she said with some annoyance.

"I asked, but he wouldn't say!"

"And he wouldn't let me go with him either!"

"This little brother is so clueless. What's the point of dragging Little Sister around all day? With her shy demeanor, does he think he can actually get anywhere with her?"

"He'd be better off coming to me. At least I'd give him a little taste first!"

Xuanming was blunt, making no effort to hide her boldness, her resentment toward Chu Xuan deepening.

The other Ancestral Shamans ignored the latter half of Xuanming's outburst, paying it no mind. Only Dijiang's eyes lit up, but he suppressed it for now and comforted her.

"Our little brother is remarkably clever; he naturally has his own considerations!"

"Even if we don't understand, we shouldn't cause him trouble!"

"Besides, he ultimately comes from Little Sister's tribe, so it's only natural for him to be closer to her!"

"If you're interested, just visit his tribe more often in the future. He'll naturally show you some respect!"

Dijiang's words made Xuanming's eyes brighten, and she nodded.

It wasn't unreasonable for her to feel this way. She had always been closest to Little Sister in the past, but now that Chu Xuan had come along, she'd been left behind.

Add to that the fact that he hadn't brought her along on the previous few operations, and she had some grievances.

The big brother was right—she should find time to go and mingle with him.

It wasn't like letting him take a little advantage would cost her any flesh.

As a Wu, Xuanming was thick-skinned. It was only because she was an Ancestral Shaman, disliked outsiders, valued brotherly bonds, and the lower-ranked Wu held her in awe, that she hadn't bothered with reproduction. Otherwise, she wouldn't have minded.

Houtu, on the other hand, was the one who didn't quite fit the Wu mold.

Seeing that Xuanming had taken his words to heart, Dijiang felt the door was open and was about to press the advantage when suddenly a transmission interrupted him.

"Fuxi and Nuwa have come to visit friends. We invite the Ancestral Shaman friends to come and converse!"

Seeing this message, the Ancestral Shamans present all brightened. Dijiang laughed.

"It seems the latter part of our little brother's plan has arrived!"

"We won't actively involve ourselves in the struggle for Saint Positions, but we can't stop future Saints from coming to the Wu Clan!"

"Even if the Dao Ancestor shows up, he'll have nothing to say!"

With that, Dijiang led a few Ancestral Shamans who didn't need to break through to personally welcome them outside.

Outside, Fuxi and Nuwa saw Dijiang coming in person and confirmed their suspicions.

The Wu Clan indeed intended to meddle in the matter of Saint Positions.

Otherwise, why would so many Ancestral Shamans come out just to greet friends?

But Houtu and that mysterious Lesser Shaman Chu Xuan were both absent.

A flicker of doubt passed through Fuxi's eyes, while Nuwa was curious.

But since they were in danger now, the two entered the Wu Clan's heartland together.

And just as Fuxi and Nuwa successfully entered the Wu Clan, Di Jun, who had arrived late, watched this scene from the void, somewhat furious.

"Too late by one step!"

"How did it come to this?"

Although he was also interested in the Cushion beneath Nuwa, did it really have to come to this?

If talks really fell through, the Demon Race could have sheltered Nuwa too!

He had always been close to Fuxi, thinking he could get close to the prize first.

Di Jun thought these hollow words that even he couldn't guarantee, and finally sighed.

He spoke to those around him.

"The Wu Clan won't be easy to deal with now!"

"For now, we must focus on Kunlun, and even those two in the West!"

"We don't necessarily need to seize the Cushion—we could also build good relations."

Because Fuxi and Nuwa had entered the Wu Clan, Di Jun suddenly realized there was another path.

That was to befriend future saints and take a seat at the Saint Position table!

Unlike other Great Divine Ability Users, he was not alone—he was the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Race. While the Saint Position was important, his own power and development mattered just as much.

Chu Xian wasn't the only clever one; it was just a matter of having the right idea.

Though the Demon Race was weak now, they should still be able to secure one or two saint candidates, right?

Looking at the dozen or so Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals around him, whose expressions remained unchanged, Di Jun felt a lack of confidence.

After all, while the Demon Race had considerable strength, they didn't have the Wu Clan's restriction on using the Cushion. The biggest problem had never been external, but internal.

The Demon Race had dozens of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals. He could hold himself back and suppress some of them, but in secret, could everyone else hold back too?

Di Jun gritted his teeth.

"Forget it, let's spread the word first!"

"If it works, it's a guaranteed harvest no matter what!"

Di Jun was a man of action.

Almost as soon as he made his decision, many Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and even Great Divine Ability Users received the news.

The Demon Race intended to secure one or two future saints.

Of course, exactly which one or two saints was left deliberately vague.

This made many beings realize that the Demon Race wanted to be the power broker.

Whether it was a future saint seeking refuge with the Demon Race, or someone trying to seize a Saint Position, they would have to approach the Demon Race.

After all, the Demon Race had dozens of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals—an immensely powerful force.

All were top-tier experts of the Primordial Wilderness. With just a little information leaking out, everyone could piece together the underlying logic.

The only question was:

"Does the Demon Race even deserve to be the power broker?"

"If someone actually joins the Demon Race, surrounded by dozens of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals in the Demon Race's Heavenly Court stronghold, who gets the Saint Position will be entirely up to them!"

"Even if we ally with them, we'll probably just end up as pawns!"

Many beings sneered at the Demon Race's idea.

Only a very few, who prided themselves on their immense strength, had their eyes flicker with interest.

And some others began to think along the same lines as the Demon Race, because the current powers of the Primordial Wilderness were far from limited to just the Demon and Wu Clans.

Ordinary races naturally had no strength to meddle in the struggle for Saint Positions, but what about the extraordinary ones?

The protagonists of the previous era—the three races of the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation—were each stirred.

Though the three races had suffered heavy losses and declined, some of their foundation remained. After all, they had once dominated an entire era and had not yet deteriorated to the point of complete immobility.

Within the Four Seas, a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal sought an audience with the old ancestor sleeping deep in the Dragon Palace Water Eye, laying out the stakes.

"We bear the Karma of the Calamity of Killing, eroded by its force. With you, Second Ancestor, bearing the brunt of the backlash, we can still struggle for a while. But if more time passes, even we Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals will fall into a long slumber."

"Rather than wait for the Karma of future calamities to slowly wear us down, leaving our Dragon Race to decline and barely survive, it's better to take a gamble now!"

"We may not obtain a Saint Position ourselves, but we can scheme for Karma with future saints. If a saint helps us, perhaps we can all be freed!"

After a long silence, a weary murmur came from the depths of the Dragon Palace Water Eye.