"Heh, exactly!" Xiao Hua smiled mysteriously as well. "Sometimes, cultivation isn't omnipotent!"
"Yet without cultivation, nothing can be done either!" Fu Zhiwen replied, changing the subject. "If Master had not emerged alive from the Divine Demon Blood Swamp, how could you have had the chance to encounter these Literary Saints? But then again, Master, what exactly happened within the Divine Demon Blood Swamp? How did it draw the attention of so many Literary Saints?"
"Those people... were likely more than merely Literary Saints!" At Fu Zhiwen's mention of Literary Saints, Xiao Hua immediately thought of Duanmu Jishi. Yet he could not determine the cultivation of those Confucian cultivators. After pondering in confusion for a moment, he told Fu Zhiwen everything he knew about the truth of the Divine Demon Blood Swamp. Finally, he said, "There were twelve God Demon Chess pieces beneath the Divine Demon Blood Swamp, but in this master's view, they were God Demon Puppets. They should now have been obtained by those Confucian cultivator families, including the Chu Family. This master does not know precisely which families obtained them. With the God Demon Chess gone, the Divine Demon Blood Swamp naturally no longer exists!"
"But... years from now, when the Chu Family returns to the Divine Demon Blood Swamp and sees that these ten thousand miles of territory have all become fertile fields, Master, what do you think the expression on the Chu Family Head's face will be? And when the Chu Family Head or Senior Murong Congyun learns that this was Master's handiwork, what will they think?" Fu Zhiwen asked with great interest.
"How others see this master truly has nothing to do with this master!" Xiao Hua answered meaningfully. "What this master wishes to do... is merely what this master himself wishes to do."
"Master,