Chapter 96

Qilin Valley.

Shi Qilin suddenly raised his head, as if sensing something; his figure instantly vanished from the secret chamber, and when he reappeared, he was already on the mountain peak within the valley.

Shi Qilin suddenly raised his head, as if sensing something; his figure instantly vanished from the secret chamber, and when he reappeared, he was already on the mountain peak within the valley.

The flowing light moved, coming from Tian Ji, merging with heaven and earth, and a human silhouette appeared beside Shi Qilin; after a few breaths, it became solid.

The flowing light moved, coming from Tian Ji, merging with heaven and earth, and a human silhouette appeared beside Shi Qilin; after a few breaths, it became solid.

He saw a person in a black robe embroidered with several lotus flowers, his hair hanging a foot above the ground, scattered over his shoulders, unrestrained.

Black hair, black pupils; those eyes seemed to hide an endless abyss, capable of drawing one's mind into it, sinking without awareness.

Barefoot, he stood on the mountain peak, hands clasped behind his back.

Shi Qilin's position was slightly lower than Rahu's; his view could only see Rahu's back, seeming illusory yet real.

After Rahu appeared, Shi Qilin felt endless vengeful spirits around him, trying to drag him into the abyss; despite his current fortune and cultivation, he could not ward them off.

"I didn't expect the Demonic Ancestor to arrive in person; my failure to welcome you properly is regrettable, but I don't know why the Demonic Ancestor has come."

Shi Qilin didn't even dare to call Rahu a fellow Daoist, after all this demonic fiend is unlike Hongjun; wherever he appears, nothing good ever happens.

Moreover, his actions are ruthless and merciless; Shi Qilin would rather offend Hongjun than attract Rahu's attention.

After all, once he sets his sights on you, nothing good will happen; only endless trouble and danger await.

Rahu didn't care about Shi Qilin's title or unwelcoming attitude; he was accustomed to it, even in the West.

He merely turned and glanced at Shi Qilin, finding him still as honest and mild as ever.

Such honest-looking people, how can their hearts be more ruthless than mine? They actually have the idea of prematurely triggering the Great Calamity, unafraid of truly dooming the three clans within it.

Although Rahu thought these things in his heart, he did not show them, but instead said:

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need for this; I have come to find a path of survival for the Qilin Clan."

Because of Rahu's single "fellow Daoist," Shi Qilin's heart tightened with a hundred twenty thousandfold caution, and he couldn't help thinking:

"A path of survival? More likely a dead end; when would the Demonic Ancestor Rahu, the first source of calamity in the Primordial Wasteland, ever have such good intentions?"

"The Demonic Ancestor smiled and said, 'Our Qilin Clan is steadily developing, thriving day by day; why speak of seeking a path of survival?'"

Shi Qilin looked puzzled; he didn't know what Rahu wanted, but regardless of the matter, refusal was enough—he was a Western being, unable to meddle in Eastern affairs.

"Fellow Daoist, no need for this; your predicament is clear to us both, no need to spell it out; what I speak of, if we cooperate we both benefit, if we split? Hehe."

Luo Hou gave a light laugh, not revealing the consequences, after all, if they didn't cooperate, he would die in this Great Calamity, and in the next Great Calamity, he and Hongjun might both perish.

Even if Hongjun died, it wouldn't matter, but he couldn't put himself in danger; even if he didn't think he'd lose, he didn't want to increase any risk.

Shi Qilin hesitated a bit; he didn't want to cooperate with Rahu, but the current predicament decided the Qilin Clan's future, and he also didn't want to prematurely trigger the Great Calamity before being fully prepared.

Thus, after a moment's thought, Shi Qilin spoke solemnly:

"Please, Demonic Ancestor, clarify what you mean; otherwise, even if the Qilin Clan is in a predicament, cooperation with you would be impossible."

Rahu smiled satisfiedly; he knew Shi Qilin would certainly not refuse, after all, as someone who wanted to prematurely trigger the Great Calamity, seeing hope appear, how could he not seize it?

"The Qilin Clan's predicament is nothing but a shortage of Qi Fortune; I have a plan: you only need to redirect the Demonic God Resentment Qi and Killing Qi beneath the Eastern earth veins toward the West."

"This is also beneficial to the East; surely, for the Qilin Clan, it should be merely a trivial matter."

Rahu said.

Actually, he doesn't care much about that bit of Demonic God Resentment Qi and Killing Qi; if he doesn't let them do something, Shi Qilin might not follow his arrangements.

After hearing Rahu's words, Shi Qilin felt relieved; this matter is not difficult for the Qilin Clan, and since it directs westward, both emotionally and logically he should not refuse.

Furthermore, needing such a thing also fits Rahu's image in his mind.

Only then did Shi Qilin agree:

"Please, Demonic Ancestor, teach me."

This is exactly Rahu's predicament; his reputation has been too poor, and when he genuinely wants to help others, without a bit of transaction, nobody believes him.

The transaction's content must also match his image; he also needs to gain some advantage, preferably letting them suffer a loss, so they will feel reassured.

"The Way of Qi Fortune is extremely profound; although I don't understand much, I have a few insights—listen to my explanation."

Rahu gave a lengthy explanation of how to gather Qi Fortune, and how that would let them conquer and rule the various clans of the Primordial Wasteland, rambling on for three days.

He lectured until Shi Qilin's face turned black as ink before stopping, but at least he had conveyed the method.

"I thank the Demonic Ancestor for bestowing the method."

Shi Qilin gritted his teeth in hatred, unwilling to utter another word.

Rahu also felt helpless; sometimes things are that simple, but he couldn't just settle it with one sentence, otherwise he would truly offend the Qilin Clan severely.

"Since you now know, I will not linger long in the East; farewell—remember, those resentful Qi must not be let known to Hongjun."

As his words ended, Rahu's figure faded like ink dropped in water, gradually vanishing into the air, leaving only Shi Qilin alone on the mountain peak.

"Rahu, as the grand Demonic Ancestor, can actually be so shameless."

Shi Qilin's voice was so low that even he himself could not hear it.

However, he also knew that the method Rahu spoke of was indeed the sole solution to the Qilin Clan's current predicament, undoubtedly far better than prematurely triggering the Great Calamity.

Just because of this matter, it dragged on for three days, and the Qilin Clan was forced to do hard labor for him, yet they had no choice.

This feeling of frustration made Shi Qilin helpless; he could only blame his own current weakness.

When Shi Qilin decided to try to subjugate and rule the various clans of the Primordial Wasteland, he immediately noticed a change in Qi Fortune; the Qi Fortune Qilin became much fiercer and more solid.

This change matched the Qilin Clan's intentions; they began preparing for it, setting the start time after the Phoenix Clan resolves the Immortal Volcano crisis.

Leveraging the return of Water Qi to the Primordial Wasteland's favorable timing and location would greatly reduce their losses, and it also gave them a good reason: disaster relief.

Coincidentally, the Dragon and Phoenix Clans also had their own plans for this time point.

Although not the same as the Qilin Clan, what they plotted was the same: the fortune of all beings scattered between heaven and earth.

Although the action of reversing the flow of the Immortal Volcano has not yet truly begun, the new generation of heaven-and-earth protagonists are already plotting the future.

(End of chapter)