At the thought, the killing intent in Ren's eyes did not waver. "Rest assured, Martial Uncle. One day, I'll fulfill your wish! I refuse to believe my future will amount to less than that of a crow in perpetual decline!"
"You... you've figured out Lu Ya's true form?" Jiang Ziya asked, astonishment written all over his face.
Ren smiled confidently. "Martial Uncle, the Library Pavilion on Kunlun Mountain holds the accumulated knowledge of the Three Sects. I love reading, and I place great value on what I've learned. With a few clues, naturally I could work it out! And don't worry. Even if I'm outmatched in cultivation, I have ways to deal with what remains of the Demon Race—and that crow. Don't forget, the Demon Race has another sworn enemy!"
Jiang Ziya cried out, "The Wu Clan!"
Ren nodded. "Exactly. The Wu Clan! The Demon Race survived the Witch-Demon War, so how could the Wu Clan have been wiped out? The Demon Race may have Saint Nuwa, but the Wu Clan has Empress Pingxin! Besides, Houyi, the Great Shaman who shot down that stupid bird's brothers, should still be alive!"
"How... how is that possible?" Jiang Ziya was stunned.
Ren chuckled. "Sometimes knowledge really does matter. So rest assured, Martial Uncle. I'll fulfill your wish!"
Between tales from his previous life and what he had learned in this one, Ren could make educated guesses about many things and piece together the broad picture. That was one source of his confidence—and one of his trump cards!
And even if he could not involve the Wu Clan when the time came, Ren could still summon powerful fighters from myriad worlds to battle the Demon Race!
Ren had slaughtered countless people, and he was a villain. But even villains had lines they would