Defeated Before the Fight Even Began!

Hehe...

The Tianmu Daoist couldn't help but laugh in exasperation at Wu Chu's actions.

These Fu Zhu, trying to exchange a pair of dragon horns for something else, are they not simply robbing us?

Do you think I dare not lay a hand on you?

Seeing the increasingly fierce glint in Tianmu Daoist's eyes, as if it were about to erupt at any moment, Wu Chu secretly gritted his teeth.

Sure enough, taking too big a step can easily lead to trouble.

Yibao, inside Wu Chu's body, was also on high alert, ready to face any further attacks from him. Of course, she couldn't help but feel a little resentful. Knowing the exchange was unequal, how dare he test her? Wasn't that just provoking a tiger?

At this moment, Little Moon Spirit flew down with the Spirit Nai Wine. After setting down the wine pot, Wu Chu gestured for her to go back. He picked up the wine pot and poured the wine, saying, "At most, add half a dragon scale, no more! Come, fellow Daoist, please try this Spirit Nai Wine that I brewed myself."

Wu Chu took a step back, but Tianmu Daoist was still very angry.

His aura surged once more, yet remained concealed, and he snorted, "Fellow Daoist, are you joking? Do you perhaps think I am ignorant and unaware of the Fu Zhu young creatures?"

He had no interest in drinking, possibly because he was afraid to drink, fearing that Wu Chu might tamper with the wine.

Wu Chu shook his head, a profound expression on his face, and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. I have always been benevolent to all living beings, so how could I possibly deceive you out of your ignorance? However, have you considered whether the cub will hold a grudge after you take it away? I heard from your subordinates that you took this cub only to give it as a gift to the Qilin Clan. If this gift itself does not want to repay your kindness, and may even turn against you in the future, how will you guard against it?"

The initially angry Tianmu Daoist fell silent after hearing this. He seemed to realize that Wu Chu's words made a lot of sense and he couldn't refute them.

Wu Chu continued, " In this Primordial Land, Ten Thousand Clans races coexist. Since you wish to take this opportunity to join the Qilin Clan, you should not make too many enemies, but rather make many friends!"

Tianmu Daoist raised his eyelids slightly; the ferocity emanating from him had diminished considerably, but his icy gaze remained sharp as a knife, scraping across Wu Chu.

However, Wu Chu remained calm and composed, completely unaffected by the look in his eyes, as if he didn't care at all or worry that Wu Chu would go berserk.

"Does fellow Daoist believe that my cultivation is inferior to yours?"

A dangerous glint appeared in Tianmu Daoist's eyes, his fighting spirit stirring.

Wu Chu chuckled upon hearing this, looked up at the sky with an indifferent expression, and said, "What does it matter whether one's cultivation level is higher or lower? In this world, all living beings seek nothing more than to attain enlightenment and transcend. When all living beings are vying for liberation, what is there to boast about in terms of temporary superiority or inferiority?"

Seeing Wu Chu's calm demeanor, Tianmu Daoist's competitive spirit subsided somewhat. In particular, Wu Chu's words just now gave him a sense that 'the difference in their mental states was immediately apparent,' which made him quite uncomfortable.

They lost before the game even started!

Frustrating!

He wanted to lash out, but he worried that the other person would mock him for being a sore loser and only capable of using force. More importantly, he wasn't confident he could win by force, so he hesitated even more.

Fortunately, Wu Chu didn't give him any more time to overthink, and continued, "Fellow Daoist, do you know how the relationship between the Three Clans will evolve in this world in the future?"

Tianmu Daoist frowned. "I wonder what you mean by that? The Dragon, Qilin Clan, and Qilin Three Clans have just been established and are now in charge of Ten Thousand Clans of the Primordial Land. What changes could possibly occur?"

Wu Chu looked at him and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, you rule over the Tianmu Mountain region, with eighteen leaders bowing before you and countless beings following you. Are there no ones who are dissatisfied with what you have done?"

Tianmu Daoist scoffed, "So what if they do? We'll just beat them until they submit."

"What if their cultivation level is comparable to yours, and they still can't win?"

"..."

Tianmu Daoist's eyes gradually narrowed, but the fierce light in them slowly turned into astonishment, as if he had realized the meaning behind Wu Chu's words.

After a long silence, Tianmu Daoist slowly said, "Does Fellow Daoist mean that a war between these three major races is inevitable in the future?"

"That depends on how big their ambitions are!" Wu Chu shook his head, picked up his wine cup, took a sip of the spirit wine, and continued to use his expertise, "If they are like you, fellow Daoist, seeing that their cultivation levels are evenly matched, and that a fight would inevitably result in mutual destruction, then they should sit down and talk. If they can reach an agreement, then naturally there will be peace; if they can't, hehe..."

The Tianmu Daoist's expression shifted rapidly before he finally asked, "I wonder what your purpose is in speaking these words to me, my friend?"

Wu Chu pushed the Spirit Nai Wine towards him again, "In this way, I naturally hope that you, fellow Daoist, will reconsider your decision. After all, we are neighbors. Furthermore, I also hope to establish a good relationship with you and not make things difficult for that little beast. Of course, if you still wish to join the Qilin Clan, then I will offer you the pair of dragon horns. I'm sure the Qilin Clan will be delighted to see something from the dragon Dragon Clan! After all, this is something that puts them above the Dragon Clan."

Tianmu Daoist frowned, somewhat hesitant. "But this might provoke a war between the two races! With the Dragon Clan's arrogance, how could they possibly swallow this insult? Fellow Daoist, do you perhaps wish to use me to divert the Dragon Clan's wrath towards the Qilin Clan?"

Although Tianmu Daoist's tone was not angry, his words were clearly meant to stab at the heart.

Wu Chu sipped his Spirit Nai Wine and chuckled, "Fellow Daoist, do you think the Qilin Clan will clash with the Dragon Clan so soon? Even if they do, will the Qilin Clan be afraid?"

The Tianmu Daoist and said, "This humble Daoist wants that dragon head!"

Wu Chu thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Deal!"

Although there are many treasures on the dragon's head, such as dragon horns, dragon eyes, dragon whiskers, and dragon teeth, the value of the young Fu Zhu is far greater.

Moreover, he doesn't have Storage Bag, so he has no way to store these things. Perhaps the Dragon Clan will arrive with their army in a few decades, and how will he take these things with him then?

As for the idea that they might use this dragon head to divert trouble eastward, Wu Chu felt that the possibility was actually not high. After all, the distance from the Eastern Sea to Purple Jade Mountain was much shorter than the distance to Mount Buzhou, and it was unlikely that the Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan would clash so quickly.

Therefore, the Wandering Plan still needs to be prepared.

To show his sincerity, Wu Chu asked the Tianmu Daoist to cut off the dragon's head himself.

But in the end, the Tianmu Daoist did not taste Wu Chu's Spirit Nai Wine. His cautiousness in doing so left Wu Chu with many complaints.

However, before Tianmu Daoist left, Wu Chu still said to him, "Fellow Daoist, you'd better keep this dragon head safe, lest other beings find out about it, as that would not be a good thing for you."

Of course, Wu Chu's words were somewhat redundant, since given Tianmu Daoist's cautious nature, he would never reveal such a thing to others.

But Wu Chu is now playing the role of a kind and honest person who wants to befriend others and build good relationships, so adding that sentence is quite necessary.

When Wu Chu saw the figure of the Tianmu Daoist disappear into the horizon, he breathed a long sigh of relief. Yibao popped up and slumped onto Wu Chu's shoulder, "You scared me to death!"