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

Chu Xuan almost blurted it out.

He also sensed the Ancestral Shaman Essence Blood within him trembling, as if eager to step forward and complete the formation.

But before he could even move—

Suddenly, the chaotic black mass collapsed, and eleven divine bodies stepped forth, roaring with laughter.

Dijiang spoke.

"Little brother, little sisters, you've finally returned!"

"So, how do you like our formation?"

"This is a prototype we eleven Ancestral Shamans comprehended from Father God's heart!"

"It's called the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation!"

"Though it's not yet fully created, even like this, if any one of you came to complete it, it could manifest power at the late Quasi-Saint stage!"

"If fully created, it could even reach the peak of Quasi-Saint!"

"And once all our brothers and sisters break through to Quasi-Saint, we might even glimpse the might of a Saint!"

Hearing Dijiang's introduction, which matched his expectations, Chu Xuan nodded with elation, as if somewhat moved.

"Good, good, good—this is the true clan-guarding method of our Wu Clan!"

"Excellent!"

"All my past schemes are ultimately inferior to raw power!"

"You brothers and sisters have rendered a great service to the Wu Clan!"

Hearing Chu Xuan's praise, the other Ancestral Shamans were delighted. In their eyes, Chu Xuan was undoubtedly the wisest among the Wu Clan.

Though his plans were a bit venomous, that didn't diminish the fact.

Winning his approval made their recent achievements all the more meaningful.

It had taken them days of tireless effort, forcing themselves to endure the unfamiliar task of contemplation.

Zhurong cleared his throat, about to boast a few words in front of Chu Xuan.

But before he could—

Chu Xuan wasn't done. Just after saying they'd rendered a great service, he continued excitedly.

"And with such power!"

"I can finally stop holding back and fully unleash my wisdom!"

"Listen to me, brothers and sisters—I have a plan!"

"I will make the Saint Positions change hands, make Great Divine Ability Users fall, and make Zixiao Palace in the chaos know no peace!"

As Chu Xuan spoke with fervor—

Zhurong, who had been about to brag, instantly sobered. The smiles on the other Ancestral Shamans' faces froze.

What? Saint Positions changing hands!

What? Great Divine Ability Users falling!

Zixiao Palace knowing no peace!

Good, good, good!

They had celebrated far too early!

Even Dijiang was stunned.

He had previously felt that relying on Chu Xuan's schemes to strengthen the Wu Clan wasn't right—the clan's burden shouldn't rest solely on him.

Plus, the words Chu Xuan had left before departing, saying he still had one more plan, had filled Dijiang with unease.

He'd thought they could cut back on the venomous schemes.

That was why he had gone to great lengths, forcing all the Ancestral Shamans to comprehend the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation together.

But now, just as they had grasped its prototype, Chu Xuan said—

He'd been holding back and playing it safe before!

Now he was finally ready to go all out!

If even his restrained, conservative self had come up with such venomous schemes...

Then with full freedom—

Saint Positions changing hands, Great Divine Ability Users falling, Zixiao Palace knowing no peace.

Silence. A long, heavy silence.

The once-lively atmosphere faded.

Chu Xuan looked puzzled, not understanding what was wrong. He didn't see any issue with himself.

The Wu Clan is bound to meet its downfall sooner or later. Rather than waiting for someone else to make a move, it's better for us to strike first. Right now, I'm planning for the sake of the Wu Clan!

Meeting Chu Xuan's gaze, Di Jun finally coughed dryly twice and said with some embarrassment.

"Am I too impatient, little brother?"

"Now that we've already befriended a future saint, and comprehended the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation, the Demon Race's Heavenly Court is bound to explode under your schemes sooner or later. Why take more risks?"

The many Ancestral Shamans nodded one after another, all feeling that their elder brother was right.

In the past, the Primordial Wilderness said they Ancestral Shamans were all reckless brutes, always itching for a fight, using no brains, extremely impulsive, and acting with extremes.

But that was the past. Now, with Chu Xuan around to set them straight, they felt that nothing should be done impulsively or too extremely.

However, Chu Xuan frowned as he watched the Ancestral Shamans' smug satisfaction.

He couldn't help but fall back on his old habits as a strategist.

"Elder brother, have you befriended all six future saints?"

Dijiang didn't understand the meaning, but still shook his head.

"No, only Nuwa!"

"But for our Wu Clan, we don't need to fear too much. One saint should be enough, let alone the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation!"

Chu Xuan continued.

"Can elder brother alone manifest the Saint Realm and fight against five saints? Can he fight against Dao Ancestor Hongjun?"

"No!"

"This is a formation. If it's just one person, even using some Ancestral Shaman Essence Blood, like those Great Witches outside, it only strengthens them a bit."

"Let alone fighting five saints or Dao Ancestor Hongjun! Even if all twelve Ancestral Shamans join forces and fully manifest the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation, it still can't be done."

Dijiang's expression turned sour, clearly realizing something.

Chu Xuan listened to this back-and-forth, nodded, and then his face suddenly grew grave as he shouted sternly.

"Since elder brother has neither befriended all the saints, leaving the risk that other saints might move against our Wu Clan!"

"Nor has the ability to manifest the formation alone, preventing us from being picked off one by one!"

"Nor the power of the entire clan to resist saints and the Dao Ancestor!"

"How can elder brother say it's too early, or that it's enough!"

"Missing a little here, missing a little there, waiting a while here, waiting a while there—when we finally get to that point, are we supposed to wait until our Wu Clan faces extinction before we start trying?"

His stern rebuke stood alone against the many Ancestral Shamans.

All the Ancestral Shamans lowered their heads in shame.

The joy they'd felt from manifesting the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation had completely vanished, replaced by humility.

That was right. A mere formation, at best reaching the might of a saint—how could they afford to relax?

They weren't alone. They carried the burden of the Wu Clan. They didn't necessarily have to oppose the saints or the Dao Ancestor, but they couldn't afford to lack that capability.

And since they lacked it, they had to scheme, to find a way, instead of gloating over these small achievements.

Dijiang let out a long sigh.

"I understand, little brother. Lay out your plan."

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Chapter 31: Stoking the Calamity of Killing, Escalating the Intensity! (Begging for flowers and monthly tickets)

Chu Xuan nodded to himself as he watched the Ancestral Shamans, once again jolted awake by his scolding.

Then, with high spirits, he laid out his next plan.