Chapter 98: Becoming Impatient

In Zhu Song's view, as the offspring of the Father God, the Wu Clan ought to dominate all races of Honghuang.

To him, the Dragon Race is merely the lingering glow of former splendor; even when they appear occasionally, they show no shocking power and are not worth fearing.

"Indeed, we once went to invite them ourselves, twelve of us went together with full sincerity, but we were refused without hesitation."

Shui Shen echoed, his words full of discontent, "In the end they turned and allied with the Dragon Race."

Di Hong and the others remained silent, pondering the meaning behind this change.

Yet their expressions revealed what each was thinking.

Especially Di Hong, his brows knit, was already considering whether he needed to go personally to the Human Race to uncover the truth.

After all, the coming period is crucial for the Wu Clan; they lack spare energy to handle other variables, and their goal is to eradicate the Demon Race and fully control Honghuang.

"Perhaps we should wait a bit longer," Hou Tu rose slowly and said, "After all, now is not the most critical moment; we still have time. When the time comes, I can go to the Human Race and speak with Zhou Yi in person."

The others, hearing her words, cast varied glances.

Their hearts were filled with doubt, delight and astonishment. Yu Qiang had already detailed everything that had happened before.

Strictly speaking, Zhou Yi's initial rise was mainly thanks to his sister Hou Tu.

This shows that their relationship is quite deep.

At this moment, Di Hong felt remorseful, silently pondering that had he known earlier, perhaps Zhou Yi would already have become a member of the Wu Clan and served it; faced with this helpless situation, everyone could only nod silently in agreement.

"When the time comes, tell him that as long as he does not interfere in the Wu‑Demon War, we will never forget his contribution after our victory," Di Hong said, then turned his gaze to Hou Tu.

Hou Tu nodded slightly, but her heart was uneasy, fearing that if Zhou Yi insisted on becoming a third‑party intervenor, their friendship might vanish instantly.

After learning of the Human Race, Ming He left the Sea of Blood, swiftly heading toward Five Village Observation.

In fact, no one knew that Ming He and Zhenyuanzi had a certain rapport—not especially deep, but far better than with ordinary people.

Just as Zhenyuanzi had just received news of the Human Race's changes, Ming He arrived to visit and suddenly appeared beside Zhenyuanzi.

"What do you think of the Wu Clan's current situation?" Ming He's face showed an eager expression, excitement flashing in his eyes, causing Zhenyuanzi to frown in displeasure.

He knew Ming He practiced the Path of Slaughter, the same road taken by the one who once challenged the Dao Ancestor; to advance further on this path would likely require large‑scale battles.

In the past, Luo Hou found a breakthrough by letting three races capable of ruling Honghuang slaughter each other.

Now, finding a war of such scale is not easy; the Wu‑Demon War barely meets the criteria, but still lacks certain conditions.

However, the current situation between the Human Race and the Dragon Race perfectly satisfies Ming He's needs.

"Are you planning to get involved in this conflict?" Zhenyuanzi's sharp gaze fixed on Ming He, asking directly.

Ming He nodded without hesitation, openly revealing his intention.

"I advise you to abandon this idea; the Dao Ancestor still lives, and if he discovers your actions, the consequences could be unimaginable," Zhenyuanzi said seriously, trying to dissuade Ming He from rash moves.

At the same time, he was puzzled why the Human Race allied with the Dragon Race.

Why choose the Dragon Race?

If there is such a need.

In fact, Five Village Observation also has the capability to help.

Ming He showed no change of expression, as if everything were within his expectations.

"So that's why I came to you; we join forces, and once the matter succeeds, I guarantee I won't shortchange you," he said, a hint of temptation in his voice.

"Don't bring that up again; I have no interest in such matters, and you know my nature," Zhenyuanzi refused Ming He without hesitation.

Ming He hit a soft nail.

But he did not give up easily.

As he turned to leave, he was calculating in his mind.

Although there are few peers of his strength left, they have not all vanished.

Besides Zhenyuanzi, he had considered other candidates.

If he could get the Human Race to join the Wu‑Demon War, his path to sainthood would become clearer.

"Zhou Yi, what are you really scheming?" Zhenyuanzi, growing increasingly uneasy, after fruitless contemplation, slapped his thigh hard and decided to go to the Human Race himself to investigate.

This minor shift in the Human Race caused a huge stir among the factions, leaving them shocked and contemplative, even temporarily forgetting their own duties.

All of this fell squarely into Hongjun's plans.

Inside Purple Sky Palace, Hongjun slowly opened his eyes, counted on his fingers, learned the specifics of the Human‑Dragon trade, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Although it's a variable, he understands the overall situation is irreversible and did not forcefully intervene; that's rather wise."

"Given that, I find it improper to forcefully intervene, letting him seek some advantage in the Wu‑Demon War."

Hongjun's words echoed like destiny across heaven and earth.

As soon as the words fell, many places previously sealed off to the Human Race suddenly opened.

At the same time, the Human Race received multiple reports that the demons who were supposed to come to buy wine this time sent only one, leaving a line "No more this trade" and hurried away.

The matter was quickly reported to Xiao Ling'er and Shan.

"What is this for?"

"Is it because they saw our cooperation with the Dragon Race and want to draw a line?" Shan asked, puzzled.

"The matter is probably not that simple; there must be hidden reasons behind it."

"Report this promptly to the Human Lord," Xiao Ling'er said solemnly.

During their report, the outposts across Honghuang that handled wine trade instantly turned into military bases, forming an invisible net that hinted at a unifying trend, steadily advancing toward the Wu Clan.

South of Shouyang Mountain, three linked great mountains undulated across the land. At the foothills, the Demon Race surged like a slow black tide, advancing forward.

"Chief, is it improper for us to act directly without reporting to superiors?" said a Demon Race member named Pian, his face full of worry.

The entire Snake Race tribe was stationed here, and before them stood their chief.

Since receiving the order, they have camped here, but prolonged waiting has made these naturally lively Demon Race members impatient.

Hearing this, the chief whirled around, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, his icy gaze piercing Pian, frightening him into silence.

"What do you know!" the clan chief whispered, "The current situation is a race against the clock. If we can capture the forward Wu Clan's stronghold in one strike, expand our sphere of influence, then the superiors' reward will be more than enough."

"Everyone stay close; whoever falls behind at this critical moment, I'll skin them."