Chu Kuangren arrived at the Jiuli Tribe, where he received a warm welcome as their savior.
In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.
Over those seven days, the Jiuli Tribe Chief tested Chu Kuangren's identity as the savior, both openly and covertly.
However, Chu Kuangren left not a single crack for him to exploit.
Able to wield demonic qi, he was the most dazzlingly gifted Demonic Cultivator; even the Jiuli Tribe Chief could not help marveling at his talent in the Demonic Dao.
"This Jiuli Tribe Chief is certainly cautious. He still hasn't fully accepted my identity as the savior."
Chu Kuangren toyed with a wine cup, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
"Perhaps I should simply get serious."
A cold glint flashed through Chu Kuangren's eyes.
Over the past few days, he had gained a general understanding of the Jiuli Tribe's situation. Their strongest member was only a peak Golden Immortal.
If he summoned the million Netherworld soldiers, wiping out the Jiuli Tribe would not be difficult.
"But would that let me find Chiyou's inheritance?"
That was another of Chu Kuangren's concerns.
Over the past few days, he had visited almost every corner of the Chiyou Tribe, yet had never found a clue to the Chiyou Inheritance.
He did not know whether the Jiuli Tribe had deliberately hidden it or whether even they knew nothing about it.
Or perhaps the Jiuli Tribe still did not fully trust him and had no intention of telling him about the Chiyou Inheritance.
If it was the latter, and he broke with them now, what if they would rather die than yield and refused to tell him about the Chiyou Inheritance? Would his trip not have been in vain?
"Speaking of which, shouldn't the Chi Mei Tribe be making a