Does the Demon Clan Want to Run the Show Too? The Three Clans Join In! (Please Vote and Send Flowers)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Demon Race Wants to Call the Shots Too? The Three Races Get Involved! (Please Send Flowers and Monthly Tickets)

He had another plan!

And this plan wasn't even finished yet!

Even Gonggong, who was usually rather aggressive, thought Chu Xuan was being a little too aggressive when he heard this.

Given Chu Xuan's style, the Ancestral Shamans all knew this was bound to be another poisonous plan.

They had already gotten a general idea of how their new little brother operated.

But after a moment of silence, they couldn't help wondering: what was there left for the Wu Clan to deal with?

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

They had already made enough room for the Wu Clan to maneuver.

The Ancestral Shamans didn't understand.

Dijiang coughed and broke the silence, turning to ask Xuanming.

"Did he say what the plan was?"

But he would have been better off not asking. A trace of annoyance appeared on Xuanming's cool, beautiful face as she replied in frustration,

"I asked. He wouldn't tell me!"

"He wouldn't even let me come along!"

"This little brother really doesn't know any better. What's the point of dragging little sister around all day? With her shy personality, how could he ever win her over?"

"He'd be better off asking me. I could at least give him a little taste of the good stuff first!"

Xuanming was bold and made no effort to hide her uninhibited nature. Her resentment toward Chu Xuan only deepened.

The other Ancestral Shamans ignored the latter part of Xuanming's speech, taking no notice of it. Only Dijiang's eyes lit up, though he kept it to himself for the moment and tried to placate her.

"Our little brother is exceptionally clever, so he must have his own reasons!"

"Even if we don't understand, we shouldn't get in his way!"

"Besides, he came from little sister's tribe, so it's only natural that he's closer to her!"

"If you're interested, just visit his tribe more often from now on! Our little brother will surely show you some consideration!"

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

It wasn't strange that she felt this way. Little sister had always been closest to her, but now that Chu Xuan was around, she'd been left behind.

And since he hadn't brought her along on any of his recent operations, she'd naturally grown a little resentful.

Big brother was right. She should find some time to spend with him.

After all, letting him take a few liberties wouldn't cost her anything.

Xuanming was broad-minded, as Wu Clan members tended to be. She had disliked other races in the past because she was an Ancestral Shaman, and had mostly cared about her sibling bonds. The Wu Clan members beneath her revered her, too. Otherwise, Xuanming wouldn't have cared whether she bore children.

Houtu, on the other hand, was somewhat unlike the rest of the Wu Clan.

Seeing that Xuanming had taken his words to heart, Dijiang felt even more confident there was a chance. Just as he was about to press his advantage, a message suddenly arrived, interrupting him.

"Fuxi and Nuwa have come to visit friends. We invite all Ancestral Shaman fellow Daoists to join us for a conversation!"

When the Ancestral Shamans present saw the message, their eyes lit up. Dijiang smiled.

"Looks like the second half of little brother's plan is here, too!"

"We won't take the initiative to get involved in the Saint Position Struggle, but we can't help it if Future Saints come running to the Wu Clan!"

"Even if the Dao Ancestor showed up, he'd have nothing to say!"

Dijiang immediately brought several Ancestral Shamans who didn't need to break through and went out to welcome their guests in person.

Seeing Dijiang come out to greet them personally, Fuxi and Nuwa became even more certain of what they suspected.

The Wu Clan really did intend to interfere in the struggle for the Saint Position.

Otherwise, if they were just visiting friends, why would so many Ancestral Shamans come out to meet them?

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

A flicker of confusion passed through Fuxi's eyes. Nuwa was curious, too.

But the two of them were in danger at the moment, so they entered the Wu Clan's territory together.

As Fuxi and Nuwa successfully entered the Wu Clan's territory, Di Jun arrived late on the other side. Watching the scene from the void, he felt a little annoyed.

"I'm a step too late!"

"How did things come to this?"

Although he was quite interested in the Cushion beneath Nuwa, did he really have to go this far?

If they couldn't reach an agreement, the Demon Race could shelter Nuwa, too.

He had always been on good terms with Fuxi, and had thought he could get close to Nuwa through him.

Di Jun thought of the empty promise he couldn't even guarantee to himself, then sighed.

He turned to the people beside him and said,

"The Wu Clan will probably be difficult to approach now!"

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

"We don't necessarily have to seize the Cushions. We can make friends with them, too!"

Fuxi and Nuwa's entry into the Wu Clan had suddenly made Di Jun realize there was another path.

He could befriend the Future Saints and call the shots in the struggle for the Saint Position!

Unlike the other Great Divine Ability Users, he wasn't alone. He was the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Race. The Saint Position was important, but so were his own power and the Demon Race's development.

Chu Xuan wasn't the only clever one in the world. They just needed to find the right approach.

Although the Demon Race was currently weaker, it ought to be able to secure the backing of one or two Saint candidates, right?

Looking at the dozen or so Great Luo Golden Immortals around him, all of whom wore impassive faces, Di Jun felt a little unsure.

After all, though the Demon Race was powerful, it didn't have the Wu Clan's restriction against using the Cushions. The biggest problem had never been external—it was internal.

The Demon Race had dozens of Great Luo Golden Immortals. He could hold back and keep some of them in check, but could everyone really control themselves in secret?

Di Jun gritted his teeth.

"Fine. Let's spread the word first!"

"If it works out, we'll be covered either way!"

Di Jun was a man of action.

Soon after making his decision, he had sent word to many Great Luo Golden Immortals and even Great Divine Ability Users.

The Demon Race intended to protect one or two Future Saints.

Naturally, they were vague about who those one or two Saints might be.

Many powerful beings realized the Demon Race wanted to call the shots.

Whether a Future Saint wanted to join the Demon Race or someone wanted to seize a Saint Position, they would have to go to the Demon Race.

After all, the Demon Race had dozens of Great Luo Golden Immortals—a tremendous force.

Everyone in the Primordial Wilderness was a top-tier powerhouse. As soon as the slightest hint escaped, they could all see the basic logic clearly enough.

The only question was—

"The Demon Race thinks it can call the shots, too?"

"If someone really joins the Demon Race, then with dozens of Great Luo Golden Immortals surrounding the Demon Heavenly Court's headquarters, won't they be the ones deciding who gets a Saint Position?"

"Even if we work with them, we'll probably end up doing all the work for their benefit!"

Many powerful beings scoffed at the Demon Race's ambitions.

Only a very few who were confident in their own strength showed a flicker of interest.

Others came up with the same idea as the Demon Race, because the Primordial Wilderness's major powers weren't limited to the Wu and Demon Clans.

Ordinary races naturally lacked the strength to take part in the struggle for the Saint Position. But what about the extraordinary ones?

The former protagonists of the age—the Three Races from the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation—were each stirred into action.

Although the Three Races had suffered heavy losses and declined, some of their foundations remained. They had once dominated an entire era, and their situation hadn't deteriorated so badly that they were completely powerless.

In the Four Seas, a Great Luo Golden Immortal visited the ancestor sleeping deep within the Dragon Palace Water Eye and explained the stakes.

"We bear the burden of the Calamity of Killing and are being eroded by its karmic burden. With you, Second Ancestor, bearing most of the backlash, we can still struggle on for a while. But if we wait any longer, even we Great Luo Golden Immortals will fall into a long slumber."

"Rather than wait for the karmic burden of the coming tribulations to slowly wear away at us, leaving our Dragon Race to decline and barely survive, we should take a chance now!"

"We may not be able to obtain a Saint Position, but we can still make plans around the Karma of a Future Saint. If a Saint lends us aid, perhaps we can all be freed!"

After a long while, a weary murmur came from deep within the Dragon Palace Water Eye.