The eleven Ancestors of Sorcery agreed with Zhurong's suggestion and decided to go to the Coast of the East Sea in a few days to bring the Human Tribe back to Mount Buzhou.
While the eleven Ancestors of Sorcery were discussing what they should bring to the Human Race.
At this moment, Zhurong was pinching its chin and staring at the Bell of Chaos and Taiyi's corpse on the altar in front of the divine statue.
A thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
When Houtu saw Zhurong staring at the two tributes in a daze, she playfully came behind Zhurong and patted his shoulder as she teased.
"Zhurong, you can't really be thinking of stealing His Excellency's tribute, right?”
"I've heard that eating the Golden Crow's meat is extremely beneficial to the Laws of Fire. You mustn't have any ill intentions!”
Houtu naturally knew that although her brother was reckless and outspoken, he could see the big picture better than anyone else.
Seeing that the person making fun of him was his little sister Houtu, Zhurong didn't show any anger. Instead, it chuckled and said.
"Little sister, look."
"God father has prepared so many primordial cardinal treasures, chaos cardinal treasures, and chaos spirit roots for His Majesty.”
"No matter what, we are the orthodox Pangu, the direct descendants of god father, right?”
"Isn't it a little rude to use a Chaos Bell and a roast chicken as tributes?”
Zhurong's voice was rough. It didn't lower its voice at all. Immediately, its voice echoed throughout the entire Hall of Pangu.
A few Ancestors of Sorcery who were discussing when to pick up the Human Race also cast their gazes over.
Houtu was a little puzzled and asked Zhurong.
"Brother Zhurong, do you mean that we should also move all the treasures of the Sorcerer Tribe into the Hall of Pangu and offer them to His Excellency?”
The other Ancestors of Sorcery walked over. Houtu's suggestion was not bad.
However, although there were many Spiritual Treasures and Spiritual Roots in all the Sorcerer Tribe tribes, there were not many that were presentable.
If they all moved here, it would be a little inappropriate.
How could some low-quality spiritual treasures and spiritual roots be worthy of His Majesty's status?
However, Zhurong revealed an unfathomable smile at this moment.
Seeing all his brothers and sisters cast curious gazes at him, he immediately felt a little smug.
Hence, Zhurong raised its chin and paced around in the Hall of Pangu.
"No, no!"
"Little sister, you're too young!”
"Our Sorcerer Tribe has a vast territory and abundant resources, but how noble is His Majesty?”
"Even if we use all the treasures of the Shaman Tribe, we still can't express our respect!”
"But…"
At this point, Zhurong deliberately dragged out its tone and kept him in suspense.
Gonggong, who was standing beside him, almost kicked him.
"Hurry up and say it! Otherwise, I'll drown you!"
Zhurong smiled nonchalantly before continuing.
"There are not many top-notch treasures in our Sorcerer Tribe, but there are many treasures in the Wilderness!”
"For example, the demon race has tens of millions of palaces above the 33 heavens. How many good treasures must there be!”
"Let's open up the situation a little more. In the orthodoxy of the saints, which disciple doesn't have a few treasures on them would be embarrassed to go out!”
"Some disciples of the saint orthodoxies rely on their background and noble status to bully the good!”
"The treasures on these people are all extraordinary!”
Zhurong's words immediately made the eyes of the Ancestors of Sorcery light up.
In terms of courage, Zhurong was really brave.
He actually set his sights on the Saint's disciple?
Although this idea was a little bold, it was not impossible!
In the current Untainted Land, the disciples of some Saint orthodoxies were really not good people.
Snatching the treasures in their hands could also be considered as enforcing justice on behalf of the heavens!
Houtu's eyes flashed, but then a doubt appeared in her mind.
"But Brother Zhurong, what if we don't meet those Saint's disciples who bully the good?”
"We can't just snatch the good treasures when we see them, right? What was the difference between doing this and those evil people?”
The other Ancestors of Sorcery had also thought of this question, so they wanted to hear Zhurong's answer.
Zhurong pondered for a moment. It had never thought of this. For a moment, a troubled expression appeared on its face.
Seeing that Zhurong was stumped, Gonggong smiled proudly and said slowly.
"As long as there is enough bait, there is no need to worry about the fish not biting the hook.”
"At that time, we will let some of our weaker clansmen take the treasures and travel through the Wilderness.”
"Those with evil intentions, come and snatch one!”
"When the time comes, do you still have to worry about not having enough treasures?"
When Zhurong heard this, it immediately clapped and cheered.
Hearing that, the other Ancestors of Sorcery also felt that Gong Gong's idea was very reasonable!
At that time, not only would they be able to snatch the treasures, but they would also be able to have a good excuse. Even if the Saints knew about it, they would not be able to find fault with it.
Houtu's eyes lit up as she praised.
"Brother Gong Gong, you and brother Zhurong have been working very well together this time!”
"I'd like to call it a great plan to fish for treasures!”
After hearing this, Gonggong glanced at Zhurong and said coldly.
"Who wants to cooperate with this boor? It was just a coincidence!”
Hearing Gong Gong's words, a burst of laughter immediately echoed in the Hall of Pangu.
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