"Fellow Daoist Hongjun." Upon seeing Hongjun's arrival, Wang Han said with a smile, "It's been a long time. What brings you here today?"
Seeing Hongjun arrive at just the right time, Wang Han felt quite displeased, genuinely displeased this time. He had put in so much effort to direct this one-man show, and now that he had just intimidated the Wu and Yao races and was about to enjoy the fruits of his labor and arrange their future according to plan, Hongjun arrived. In order not to arouse suspicion from Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao, he could not show it.
"Fellow Daoist's fist strikes are fierce, sweeping the bloody atmosphere of this battlefield to my Zixiao Palace. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known that such a major event had occurred in the prehistoric world." Seeing Wang Han's smiling face, Hongjun also said with a smile.
"I never expected my punches to be so powerful, even reaching the Chaos Realm." Wang Han said with a forced smile. Hongjun seemed to have sensed something, his words carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"Fellow Daoist's fist style is truly formidable," Hongjun said with a smile.
"???" The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Fuxi, and the two Westerners all looked at Hongjun and Wang Han with suspicion. Although the two appeared to be having a pleasant conversation, their words were sharp and confrontational, like two old foxes exchanging barbs. This puzzled them greatly. Could there be some discord or conflict of interest between this unknown senior and Hongjun?
"Please wait a moment, fellow Daoist." After saying only a few words, Hongjun stopped arguing with Wang Han.
Without waiting for Wang Han to speak, Hongjun immediately addressed the Wu and Yao clans on the battlefield: "You two clans have launched a great war, causing the primordial world to be filled with resentment and heavy karma, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. Furthermore, it has damaged the spiritual energy of the primordial world, causing irreparable damage to the land. For ten thousand years, the two clans must not wage war again. The Wu clan is forbidden from residing on Buzhou Mountain and must move to the northern wilderness. The Yao clan can no longer rule the Heavenly Court. Do you have any objections?"
Hongjun was also afraid that Wang Han would arrange the future of the Wu and Yao races and ruin their plans, so he struck first.
Although Wang Han understood Hongjun's thoughts, he did not come up with any countermeasures. Since Hongjun's arrival, his plans had already changed.
"We are willing to follow the Dao Ancestor's arrangements!" Upon hearing the Dao Ancestor Hongjun's arrangements, the Wu and Yao races exchanged glances, and many also secretly observed Wang Han's expression. Seeing that Wang Han did not show any reaction, they could only reluctantly say so.
"We owe our intervention to you, fellow Daoist, in stopping the great war between the Wu and Yao races." After arranging things between the Wu and Yao races, Hongjun, seeing that Wang Han was acting normally, smiled and said to him, "It's been a long time. Please come with me to Zixiao Palace for a gathering."
'You still don't trust me!' Upon hearing this, Wang Han thought to himself, and said to Hongjun with a smile, 'That's great. I've been craving your immortal fruits for a long time. I'll bring some for my neighbors to try this time. You don't mind, do you, fellow Daoist?'
"Of course!" Hongjun said with a smile upon hearing this, naturally knowing that the neighbor Wang Han mentioned was the Three Immortals of Sanxiao plus Hongyun. Although Hongjun still wanted to scheme against Hongyun and retrieve a strand of Primordial Purple Qi, the Primordial World didn't need another saint, Hongyun was hiding on the Three Immortal Islands and had been arranged by Wang Han to teach the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, so he had to give Wang Han some face.
"Dao Ancestor." I have met the Dao Ancestor.
"Disciple greets Master."
"I've met you, teacher."
After Wang Han and Hongjun finished their conversation, Zhunti, Jieyin, the Three Pure Ones, and Fuxi, a descendant of Nuwa, all came over to pay their respects to Hongjun.
"Dao Ancestor, Senior, you just took our magic treasures. Please return them to us!" After exchanging greetings, Zhunti quickly spoke up.
"Fellow Daoist, you have kept my magic weapon for a long time. Could you return it to me now?" Upon hearing this, Styx's eyes lit up. With Dao Ancestor Hongjun here, if Hongjun spoke up, perhaps he could get his magic weapon back. As for face and such, what was more important than his natal magic weapon?
"Fellow Daoist, please..." Seeing this, Hongjun decided to help Nuwa and the others retrieve their magic treasures. After all, these magic treasures were very important to Nuwa and the others, as they not only affected their strength but also his own plans (they would be of great use in the future).
"You're asking me to keep it for them temporarily, right?" Wang Han interrupted Hongjun with a smile. "You're worried that after they get their magic weapon back, someone might steal it and they won't be able to find it. So you asked me to keep it for them and return it to them when the time comes."
"This... I'll trouble you to keep it safe for them, fellow Daoist!" Upon hearing this, Hongjun paused for a moment, but finally said with a smile. Wang Han's meaning was very clear: I'm keeping it safe for them now, and I'll return it later, but if I return it now, they won't return it if they take it back again. Wang Han had already stopped interfering in the arrangements between the Wu and Yao races, and he couldn't say anything more about this matter, after all, it was Nuwa and the others who made the first move.
Seeing that even Hongjun couldn't get his magic weapon back, Zhunti, Jieyin, Nuwa, and Fuxi were all helpless and speechless.
"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, aren't we going to Zixiao Palace? Let's go now!" Wang Han said to Hongjun with a smile.
"Very good," Hongjun said, leading the way towards Chaos.
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"well!"
"It's truly a double loss," Zhunti said, rubbing his forehead after Wang Han and Hongjun left. They shouldn't have gotten involved after Wang Han, their senior, came along. They originally wanted to inflict even greater losses on the Wu and Yao clans, but neither clan suffered a single loss, not even a minor demon or witch. Instead, they themselves not only lost face but also had their important magical treasures stolen, and even Hongjun couldn't get them back for them.
"Let's go too! Alas!" Gonggong said to Houtu, sighed, and led the remaining members of the Wu tribe northward. They intended to follow Hongjun's arrangements, move to the north, and recuperate for ten thousand years.
If they could avoid losing their dignity, why would they be willing to be wiped out? The current outcome is already the best for them. This great war has reduced the Wu clan to less than one-tenth of its original size; the Wu clan has already suffered enough casualties.
"Sister, we must pay a visit to this senior from today," Gonggong said to Houtu. Wang Han had helped them greatly in this great battle, allowing them to withdraw from the war with dignity. More importantly, Wang Han was a body cultivator, and his strength was comparable to a saint; this gave him hope for the resurgence of the Wu tribe.
"Of course we'll go!" Houtu nodded in agreement upon hearing Gonggong's words, saying, "After we move to the north and settle our people, we'll go to visit him. But we don't know which immortal mountain or cave this senior lives in, or which immortal island. We'll have to find out beforehand."
Houtu and Gonggong had slightly different ideas. Houtu knew that while Wang Han was helping them, the appearance of this senior had also shown the powerful beings of the prehistoric world the terrifying power of body cultivators. As body cultivators, especially with a former ancestral witch named Dijiang who was similar to Wang Han, the Wu tribe would inevitably face much suppression and exclusion from other races in the prehistoric world in the future. Visiting Wang Han would not only express their gratitude but also help them seek protection or an ally, since the Wu tribe was no longer what it used to be.
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