The Human Race Cultivators' Plan and the Ghost Dove

White Scale was a half-demon. His mother was a half-demon, while his father was human. White Scale had grown up in Demon Race territory since childhood, and all the education he received taught him to be loyal to the Demon Race. Born a demon, dead a demon.

White Scale was currently at the late Golden Core stage. When the war between humans and demons broke out, he had wanted to head to the front lines to fight and earn merit, but his mother stopped him. Through connections, she had him transferred to Red Flood Dragon Island, where he was put in charge of patrolling the seas. There was no chance for great merit, but it was safe.

At first, he had grumbled, feeling that his mother failed to see the bigger picture and would not let him build merit and establish himself. However, the fighting had become far too fierce. The war had been raging for over a year, and both the human and demon sides had suffered heavy losses. Several of White Scale's friends had perished, and he finally understood his mother's painstaking intentions.

That day, as usual, White Scale led over twenty clansmen and rode dolphins as they patrolled the sea.

There were seven Golden Core cultivators in his patrol team; the rest were at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

White clouds drifted across the sky, while sea breezes came in waves.

More than a dozen white dolphins surfaced and moved forward slowly.

"If only I could fight on the front lines. My elder cousin killed five Golden Core cultivators and rendered great merit. He received a massive haul of cultivation resources. If nothing unexpected happens, he may advance to the Nascent Soul Realm in a hundred-odd years."

A plump middle-aged man sighed, his face full of envy.

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