Chapter 1861

"Lord Luo, this way, please."

Sister Houtu walked behind Sister Xuanming, leading Luo Fu forward, but he kept glancing around as he walked.

Even the battle beasts beside them whimpered.

"Would the two of you like to leave your battle beasts inside the cave to cultivate!?" Luo Fu still smiled.

"No need."

"These two battle beasts only suffered minor injuries; a few immortal herbs and medicines will suffice," Sister Houtu remained as courteous as ever.

But Luo Fu knew Sister Houtu's wisdom was high, and that she had made the greatest contribution in the coming War of Wu and Yao.

Given this, seeing their firmness, Luo Fu said no more.

As they walked, Sister Xuanming and Sister Houtu exchanged glances, their eyes tense, yet neither could detect any other abnormality from the other's gaze — both were deeply frustrated.

Whether it had anything to do with the demon race, Sister Xuanming did not know.

Sister Houtu had previously followed Sister Xuanming to the Purple Cloud Palace and learned of the grudge between Hong Yun and Kun Peng from the teachings there.

It was they two who told Di Jiang about the matter between Hong Yun and Kun Peng.

That was why Sister Houtu suspected Luo Fu might be someone sent by the demon race.

"You need not guess — I am not of the demon race. If you do not believe me, ask Di Jiang; he should know."

"How could Brother know?" Sister Xuanming said.

"Little sister."

Sister Houtu suddenly spoke thus, and Sister Xuanming immediately fell silent — these matters should not be spoken of by them, but rather observed after returning to the Pangu Hall.

All twelve Ancestral Wus were inside the Pangu Hall.

Luo Fu stood at the center of the Pangu Hall, and all twelve Ancestral Wus circled him, studying the Heaven-Splitting Axe in his hand with varying expressions.

Di Jiang said: "Venerable Daoist, what is your purpose in coming to our Wu clan?"

Hearing Di Jiang's words, Luo Fu secretly thought Di Jiang could not be the leader of the twelve Ancestral Wus — even knowing he held the Heaven-Splitting Axe, he remained neither humble nor arrogant, which was rare indeed.

The Heaven-Splitting Axe in the hands of Pangu the Great was their twelve Ancestral Wus' divine artifact — how could Di Jiang not be anxious?

Yet the bearing he displayed on the surface showed none of the vulgarity of the demon race, but instead a deep calmness.

"Ancestral Wu Di Jiang, I came here by chance. Since the Heaven-Splitting Axe in my hand is what your twelve Ancestral Wus desire, then I shall bestow it upon you!"

"Really?" Sister Xuanming asked softly.

The other Ancestral Wus turned to glare at Sister Xuanming; though they too felt excitement inside, they showed none of it.

But Sister Xuanming was the youngest sister, so the other Ancestral Wus bore her no resentment.

"Venerable Daoist, what is your condition? Di Jiang must know."

Di Jiang believed there was no such thing as a free meal in this world, especially not in the Honghuang — the mutual gift-giving among humans was entirely different from his current situation.

The War of Wu and Yao was about to erupt; even Di Jiang could sense the crisis between the two races.

At this moment, Luo Fu's offering of the Heaven-Splitting Axe held immense significance for the entire Wu clan.

With the Heaven-Splitting Axe, they could strengthen the Wu clan's power, elevating the twelve Ancestral Wus to another level — even the demon race, with their Dao Master Kun Peng, would not be their match.