Zhou Yuan pursed his lips.
He had already known the outcome of the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes.
This kind of general trend was not something he could get involved in.
It was better for him to quietly watch the show.
How could fighting and killing be as fragrant as eating melons?
Houtu heard Goddess Nvywa's advice. It was not because Goddess Nvywa's advice was effective, but because she had thought it through. She was no longer as disappointed as before.
Looking at Zhou Yuan who was eating fruits on the table, she reached out and hugged him.
"Little fellow, I still have to thank you.”
Touching Zhou Yuan's furry body, Hou Tian's eyes were filled with love.
"This time, it's all thanks to the merit points you spat out. Otherwise, it's hard to say who would win the war between the lich and the demon.
However, if this dragged on, there would be more Sorcerer Tribe disciples who would die in the war.
You've done a great job."
Zhou Yuan lay in Houtu's arms and felt very comfortable.
Houtu's technique was gentle, giving people the feeling that she was massaging.
If he hadn't just woken up, Zhou Yuan felt that he could have slept again.
Hearing Houtu's praise, Zhou Yuan's face revealed a tsundere expression.
Obviously, Houtu's words were very useful.
The words 'continue to praise me' were almost written on his face.
"Haha, you're not modest at all.
When fellow Daoist Hou Tian was on the battlefield just now, you were focused on eating fruits.”
Seeing Zhou Yuan's expression, Nuwa could not help but tease him and ruin Zhou Yuan's reputation.
Zhou Yuan rolled his eyes.
The smiling face turned to the side as if he was angry and no longer looked at Nüwa.
The day after tomorrow, when he saw Zhou Yuan's expression, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, don't tease this little fellow.
This little fellow is really vengeful."
After chatting for a while, Houtu stood up.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, the war between the Voodoo Tribe and the Demon Tribe has just ended. There are still many things in the tribe that I need to take care of.
I won't stay here any longer.
I will visit you again when I have free time.”
Nuwa was also stunned when she saw Houtu leave in such a hurry.
He didn't expect to leave in such a hurry the day after tomorrow.
But on second thought, he felt relieved.
After all, Houtu was the Ancestor of Sorcery of the Sorcerer Tribe.
He had to discuss all the big and small matters with Houtu in the Sorcerer Tribe.
Now that the war had just ended, there must be many problems in the Sorcerer Tribe.
It was indeed inappropriate for Houtu to stay here for a long time.
"Alright, since you still have something to do, I won't keep you. When you have time in the future, you should bring the little fellow to my place.
I also like this little guy very much."
Nuwa looked at Zhou Yuan who was in Houtu's arms with reluctance.
Houtu smiled and nodded, indicating that she would visit often when she was free.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Nuwa stuffed a lot of spiritual fruits into Hou Tian's hands and watched as Hou Tu left Mount Buzhou with Zhou Yuan.
Ancestral Land of the Sorcerer Tribe.
A grand hall filled with an ancient aura was situated in the center of the ancestral land.
Pushing the door open, he entered the hall. It was slightly dark inside.
Twelve chairs were placed on both sides of the hall.
In the middle of the main seat, another chair was empty.
It didn't look like he had sat there before.
Above it were two large words.
Pangu!
Apart from Houtu, the remaining eleven Ancestors of Sorcery were seated on the twelve chairs on the left and right sides.
They sat in their respective seats.
"Big brother, why should we retreat?
Even Hongjun could not forcefully interfere with the fate of heaven and earth!
Besides, it was the demons who provoked him first!”
On the chair, the Grand Wizard Zhurong was still brooding over what had just happened.
Obviously, he was not satisfied with not being able to kill all the demons in one go.
Emperor Jiang looked at Zhurong and shook his head helplessly.
Zhurong's personality was too stubborn. It was really too difficult to explain.
"Zhurong, don't take it so seriously. Big Brother asked us to retreat for the sake of the entire Sorcerer Tribe.
Moreover, as a Dao Ancestor, Hongjun could help the demons once. Could he help the demons every time?
If that was the case, how would the living beings of Untainted Land view him?
Our Sorcerer Tribe will destroy the Demon Tribe sooner or later, but now is not the time.”
Xuan Ming, who was sitting at the side, spoke and blocked Zhurong's mouth.
"Sigh! If it wasn't the right time, then what was the right time?”
Zhurong still looked unhappy.
Xuan Ming didn't say anything else.
The atmosphere in the hall became a little oppressive.
"Alright, as the Ancestors of Sorcery, we have to care about the entire Sorcerer Tribe. We can't just care about our own happiness.
I, Emperor Jiang, promise you that one day, the Wu Tribe will wipe out the Demon Tribe from the Wilderness.
But now, he couldn't create trouble and accumulate his strength.
When everyone reached the late stage of the quasi-sage realm, they would consider sending troops to the demon race!”
Emperor Jiang didn't want to explain further.
One sentence was enough to conclude the matter.
Seeing that Di Jiang had already said so, although Zhurong still looked unhappy, it didn't continue speaking.
As the head of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, Emperor Jiang still had some prestige.
Suddenly, Grand Wizard Qiang Liang thought of something and asked Emperor Jiang.
"Big brother, when did you break through to the late Quasi-Sage Stage?
Also, what's with the merit points of you, Big Sister Xuan Ming, and Little Sister Houtu!”
When they were on the battlefield, the three of them had displayed their cultivation and merit. Not only did they scare the outsiders, but even their own family members, such as the Ancestors of Sorcery, were also shocked by them for a long time.
In the hall, when everyone heard Qiang Liang's words, their attention was immediately attracted too.
"That's right, big brother. What's going on? The last time we met was ten thousand years ago. At that time, you still had a lot of karma on you.”Goumang also had a questioning look on his face.
Obviously, this matter also made him curious.
"Big brother, don't hide it from us. Hurry up and tell us. We're siblings, we can't keep all these benefits for ourselves.”
Gong Gong looked at Emperor Jiang nervously.
The atmosphere in the hall became lively again.
When Emperor Jiang saw the envious looks of the remaining Ancestors of Sorcery, a trace of pride flashed across his face.
"Yes, yes. Be quiet and listen to me." Emperor Jiang put on a pretentious expression.
The corner of Xuan Ming's eyes twitched.
Those who didn't know better would think that the merit was spat out by Emperor Jiang.
All the Ancestors of Sorcery clamored for Emperor Jiang to forget about going over, wanting to know the secret to obtaining these merits.
Suddenly, the door of the hall was pushed open from the outside.
The 11 Ancestors of Sorcery looked over and saw Houtu leading Zhou Yuan into the hall.
It was Zhou Yuan's first time here, so he was curious and looked around.
Houtu looked at the Ancestors of Sorcery with a strange expression.
"Uh, brothers, this is?"
Seeing Zhou Yuan in Houtu's arms, Emperor Jiang's expression disappeared.
The dignified look disappeared without a trace and was replaced with a look of joy.
The image of the greasy middle-aged man in the Xuanming Hall appeared again. Before the Ancestors of Sorcery could react, Emperor Jiang came up to them.
"Didn't you ask me what this merit is?
I was able to obtain this merit because of this little fellow in my little sister's arms!”
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