Not Bad, That's How the World Works

"Are there any items related to the Human Emperor that have been passed down?"

As Li Baimei finished speaking, everyone subconsciously shook their heads.

Even if it were true, the person who found it would certainly have never made it public.

As far as they knew, there was truly nothing in the world related to the Human Emperor.

Although there are various versions of the story, and it has even been widely circulated.

Let's go.

Li Baimei's gaze swept over the crowd, and he said:

"This is not the place to discuss matters."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

They immediately got up and left.

Within the White Tiger Clan.

Watching the Human Race powerhouses depart one after another, Bai Po's eyes flickered slightly:

"It seems the Human Race is getting restless."

He can get the information that Human Race can get.

Furthermore, this information wasn't just secondhand information circulating outside; it was firsthand information delivered by Zhu Li.

The junior member of the one who was sent to the Vermilion Bird Race awakened a rather extraordinary bloodline by chance.

The influence of Qi brought even more benefits to them, the Vermilion Bird.

However, this was not something the Vermilion Bird Race had anticipated, so they only reacted when the anomaly occurred.

Zhu Li sent these messages to remind them to pay attention to the movements of the Human Race.

"They did leave, but they weren't heading straight for your Vermilion Bird Race..."

After a moment of contemplation, Bai Po gently shook his head:

"We still need to be on guard."

Of course, Bai Po stood up and transmitted his voice to the White Tiger Clan:

"We need to be prepared so that if the situation changes, we can rush to the Vermilion Bird Race immediately to fight against the Human Race."

Upon hearing this, a powerful member of the White Tiger Clan was puzzled:

"Leaving our clan's territory for the Vermilion Bird Race would make us an easy target for the Human Race's diversionary tactic."

After saying this, the White Tiger Clan expert paused slightly, then added:

"Look, those Human Race even have schemes named after 'tiger'."

At this moment, another powerful member of the White Tiger Clan said:

"I saw that most of the Human Race's powerful figures had just left. Could something have happened to the Vermilion Bird Race?"

"Tiger King," a voice asked.

"Is it because of that senior?"

Bai Po nodded:

"You're right."

After a pause, Bai Po's gaze swept over the group of White Tiger:

"You all saw what happened before."

"The Longwang Clan's testicles were simply removed, and it didn't seem to complain at all."

"That senior's strength is beyond doubt."

"And now, not only does he have a disciple in our White Tiger Clan, but he also has one in the Vermilion Bird Race."

"If the Human Race unites and gains strength, none of the four great Beast Race, even individually, will have the upper hand."

"Your disciple is with the Vermilion Bird Race. If something happens to the Vermilion Bird Race, tell me, should we send you to rescue your disciple, or should you send your disciple to escape?"

At this point, many White Tiger showed expressions of sudden realization:

"I understand. Neither of these two options is as dignified as being safe and sound."

"Getting on track."

Bai Po gave the white White Tiger an approving look:

You think very quickly.

The White Tiger grinned:

"In my spare time before, I also learned about the customs and etiquette of the Human Race."

Bai Po nodded gently.

"That's right, it's about interpersonal relationships and social skills."

"With every gain comes a responsibility. These things are entirely up to us to do ourselves. If we wait for our seniors to speak up, it will be too late."

After speaking, Bai Po gestured and said:

"Get everything ready."

The Vermilion Bird Race.

"Is this what it feels like to have blood ties?"

Sitting up from the long coffin, Mu Fan stretched his body and then nodded gently:

"It feels pretty good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Fan leaped out.

Brush.

In mid-air, his bloodline surged.

Instantly, the aura of Ancient Phoenix burst forth from Mu Fan's body, and a phantom image of an Ancient Phoenix hovered behind him.

A golden Ancient Phoenix mark appeared between Mu Fan's brows. Combined with his stern face, he seemed like a true immortal descending to earth, transcending all mortals.

However, this aura only lasted for a moment.

When the spirit mirror appeared, gazing at his current state, Mu Fan's face could no longer maintain its composure; instead, a wide grin spread across his face, a smug smile on his lips.

It has to be me!

"So handsome, absolutely so handsome!"

At this moment, Zhu Li's voice rang out:

"Young friend Mu is absolutely right, he really is very handsome."

"Why?!"

Mu Fan's smile froze:

"I didn't mute it?!"

At that moment, Mu Fan coughed lightly, regaining his serious expression, and said:

"Senior Zhu has been waiting for me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Li appeared, bowed slightly to Mu Fan, and said:

"On behalf of the Vermilion Bird Race, I thank you for your care, young friend."

No need for such polite words.

Mu Fan waved his hand, then changed the subject, saying:

Let's get down to business.

"Important business?" Zhu Li was slightly taken aback.

Mu Fan nodded, his gaze turning to Zhu Li:

"Senior Zhu, what is the state of the Vermilion Bird's claws when it flies?"

"This,"

Zhu Li was puzzled, a thoughtful expression on his face. After a moment, he hooked one claw and tucked it to the base of his wing, while simultaneously spreading his wings and saying:

"That's about it."

"Really."

Looking at the claws obscured by feathers, Mu Fan nodded gently.

Why do you ask this, young friend Mu?

"Is that so?"

Mu Fan cleared his throat:

"I have a project that my master highly approves of, but it needs some support to achieve better results."

"This side is just right for us."

Before Zhu Li could ask any further questions, Mu Fan raised his hand.

The next moment, a round, thick cylinder appeared before Zhu Li's eyes.

Zhu Li looked over and his divine sense landed on it.

Immediately, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

This thing cannot be detected with divine sense.

Or rather, what one senses through divine perception is just as it appears, with nothing particularly unique about it.

But his intuition told him that it couldn't possibly be just a pillar.

At this moment, Mu Fan raised his hand, making a grasping motion towards the pillar, and then gestured:

"Senior Zhu would catch it in his claws, choose a drop point, swoop down to it, throw it out, and then immediately fly upwards."

"That's it?" Zhu Li asked.

Mu Fan nodded.

The next moment, Zhu Li grabbed the tube with one claw and then soared into the air.

Brush.

A force pulled Mu Fan onto Zhu Li's back.

The next moment, it soared into the air at an astonishing speed.

Which way should you throw it?

Zhu Li's voice rang in Mu Fan's ears.

Mu Fan glanced around, then pointed to the most recognizable spot, raising his hand to shoot out a beam of light:

"That'll do."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Li's voice rang out:

"How about we go somewhere else?"

Before Mu Fan ask, Zhu Li added:

"I'm holed up there..."

"I guess I got lucky." Mu Fan was taken aback, then smiled and fired another beam of light.

The next moment, Zhu Li swooped down.

Flying low, Zhu Li flicked its claws.

Whoosh!

The horizontally placed long tube changed its orientation, shooting diagonally into the ground.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, a dark, deep hole appeared in the ground in an instant.

Zhu Li's figure rose straight up, and in the blink of an eye, he brought Mu Fan to an extremely high place.

Brush.

Zhu Li paused, and his voice rang in Mu Fan's ears:

"That's it?"

Mu Fan nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said:

"Burst!"