Chapter 1911: Rewriting Hong Yun

The Wu clan's fortune always fell just short, perhaps that's exactly why they were destined to connect with Hong Yun.

Luo Fu also told Di Jiang that if the Yao tribe tried to woo Hong Yun, the Wu clan must be fully prepared.

"Would the Yao tribe dare?"

"With Taiyi and Di Jun in charge, why wouldn't they?"

After bringing Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming into the Pangu Hall, Luo Fu emerged to brief Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin and the other Ancestral Wus on what would happen next.

Zhu Jiuyin thought for a moment and felt Luo Fu's analysis might indeed be correct.

"Big Brother, Luo Fu Shengren's analysis is certainly right; to guard against any possibility, we must send someone to guard the Huoyun Cave—so long as they don't harm Hong Yun Daoren."

"Someone's already there."

When Luo Fu told them to go protect Hong Yun, Ancestral Di Jiang had already thought of this.

Qiangliang had originally been left behind to protect Hong Yun, but he returned and was replaced by someone else.

"Good!"

Hong Yun's fate—whether he stays or leaves—is the key between the Wu clan and the Yao tribe; Luo Fu can rewrite the destiny of Hong Yun Daoren's demise.

Luo Fu can rewrite Hong Yun's fate; as for everything else, it depends on how the other Wu clan members act.

Protecting Hong Yun has likely fallen to the Twelve Ancestral Wus of the Wu clan.

Luo Fu rewriting Hong Yun's fate is equivalent to rewriting the fate of all beings in Honghuang; Hong Yun was born from a cloud that cultivated, and his fate is tied to the Heavenly Dao.

If so, then how to proceed from here depends entirely on what the Wu clan decides.

Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming both knew that only with sufficient strength could they rival Luo Fu and protect the Wu clan.

For these past few days, they had been cultivating nonstop; whether because of eating the primordial ginseng fruit or not, their cultivation speed had greatly increased.

"Most likely because of Luo Fu Shengren," Sister Houtu's face turned red.

After all, Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming had spent these past few days cultivating alongside Luo Fu at dawn, when the first rays of the eastern sun met the purple qi rising from the east.

Moreover, Luo Fu's unique cultivation method was far superior to theirs.

Even Di Jiang hadn't expected Luo Fu to have such a unique cultivation method.

"It's a pity we can't imitate Luo Fu Shengren's cultivation method; otherwise, our Wu clan's progress would be even faster."

"But we don't need to imitate Luo Fu Shengren—we just need our own rhythm," said Zhu Jiuyin.

Shu Shou had already returned.

Ju Mang and She Bi Shi had also arranged their affairs and were ready to focus on cultivation.

In recent times, the Wu clan and the Yao tribe had ceased hostilities!

Di Jun and Dong Huang Taiyi's injuries were not so easily healed; both were recuperating, waiting for an opportunity.

No matter what happens next, the Wu clan and the Yao tribe will not wage war for a long time—only deployment.

Luo Fu thought Sister Houtu's talent was extremely strong.

Moreover, as the future leader of the Wu clan, Sister Houtu is the only Ancestral Wu to survive—she is an existence not to be underestimated.

No matter what the Yao tribe does, they cannot harm Sister Houtu; Luo Fu also wanted to know just how far her limits extended, which is why he trained her relentlessly.

Sister Xuanming watched beside her, deeply envious; only Sister Houtu endured pain yet found joy—she truly appreciated Luo Fu, but all of this was extremely harsh, leaving her barely able to bear it.