Chapter 1885: Cultivation Base Mismatched with Artifact!

"Five ranks?"

Xuanming frowned in thought—he had nothing nearly that powerful.

Even if he truly wished to upgrade, whether his cultivation base could even wield the Xuanming Bone Arrow was questionable.

Especially after he saw Luo Fu helping Houtu—Houtu herself could barely hold onto his primordial supreme treasure, and that was only a three-rank upgrade.

The way Xuanming frowned was genuinely adorable; Luo Fu flicked his forehead.

"Enough, Xuanming. Since you wish to upgrade, I shall help you—but remember this: your cultivation base must keep pace!"

Upon hearing Luo Fu's words, Xuanming gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Rest assured, Saint Luo Fu, I will surely elevate my cultivation base and never fall behind others."

In this Honghuang, obtaining true marvels and treasures is easy—it merely depends on who acts first.

Few are those who, like Luo Fu, immediately produce the Bu Tian Stone and Saint Tongtian Stone; these are treasures that can save lives, yet Luo Fu gave them to the Wu Clan.

How could Zhu Jiuyin and Di Jiang not be moved?

Without Luo Fu's appearance, they could never have rescued Hong Yun from Kun Peng and Di Jun.

Even if Hong Yun did not join the Wu Clan, at least he would not bring them hardship.

Luo Fu had previously told them that Hong Yun's fortune was extremely ordinary, even somewhat unlucky; if the Wu Clan became entangled with him, they too might be affected by his misfortune.

Zhu Jiuyin said: "Saint Luo Fu knows well—we Wu Clan are also unlucky, so we are not afraid of unlucky people."

"That's right, Saint Luo Fu, just wait and see—if Hong Yun comes to us, the Wu Clan will surely accept him, unlike the Yao Clan."

Whether Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, or Renshou and Gumang standing beside them—all were the same.

The Wu Clan still had deep loyalty and righteousness.

This was precisely why Luo Fu chose the Wu Clan; though the Yao Clan also had loyalty and righteousness, many of their practices Luo Fu could not fully endorse.

Especially since the Yao Clan had Nü Wa and Fu Xi aiding them, this only highlighted the Wu Clan's severe disadvantage.

The Wu Clan relied merely on sheer numbers—the Twelve Ancestral Wus, and the lesser Wus beneath them.

But the Yao Clan possessed a Saint!

In this light, Luo Fu could be considered the Wu Clan's first Saint—and possibly their only one.

Comparing both sides, their relative strengths were already clear; Luo Fu also recalled how the Twelve Ancestral Wus ultimately perished alongside Dong Huang Tai Yi and Di Jun.

In the end, only Houtu survived; the other Twelve Ancestral Wus all perished.

"I shall wait and see."

"The Wu Clan truly has loyalty and righteousness—just as Houtu and Xuanming were when they first met me: they did not immediately kill me. This is the nature of the Wu Clan!"

Houtu and Xuanming naturally heard Luo Fu's words, but their faces turned red.

At first, they sensed Luo Fu's cultivation base was truly formidable—even if they truly wished to kill him, they could not.

Moreover, they dared not act rashly, for their battle pet was still wounded; if they fought Luo Fu, they would suffer devastating losses, and whether they could even survive would depend entirely on Luo Fu's mercy.

Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin certainly knew whether Luo Fu's words were sincere or not, yet all Twelve Ancestral Wus present were willing to joke with Luo Fu.