Chapter 296 Promise
Chang Hao had secretly sent a message, instructing the pre-prepared team to quietly assemble. The 'leader' was in place, and action could begin.
“But…” Kunpeng suddenly shuddered, “This humble god is utterly incompetent and talentless…” Oh no, how could he have been so careless just now, spilling out all the words he had been keeping to himself.
"No need to be modest. Your words are like a wake-up call to me. Seeing that what you said today makes sense, how could you be incompetent? I was just wasting your talents in the past."
"Indeed, you are a Kunpeng that can soar ninety thousand miles high with a single flap of your wings. I believe in your abilities; you are definitely a general. Go ahead and do it." Chang Hao had finally caught someone who was spreading rumors; how could he let the Kunpeng escape?
Originally, Chang Hao was going to reluctantly use the Dragon Clan and the Lishan faction that he had painstakingly cultivated. However, Kunpeng jumped out on his own, so Chang Hao was naturally happy to go with the flow and make Kunpeng the leader, while the Four Dragon Kings of Yaochi remained as his assistants.
Although Taiyi had told him about his wish, Changhao couldn't bear to let Taiyi personally deal with the demon race; that would be too cruel.
"But the little god only has one group of heavenly soldiers under his command, and his manpower is really thin..." Kunpeng still wanted to struggle a bit more.
"Speed is of the essence in war. I have already thought this through and have just informed Emperor Gouchen, ordering him to fully cooperate with your command. The heavenly soldiers and generals under Gouchen Palace are ready to go. Go now and take them with you immediately to prevent any leaks."
Chang Hao crossed his arms in front of his knees, relaxed and at ease. Today, he could finally get rid of the cancer in his heart; how could he not be happy?
"But I'm afraid my intelligence might be wrong, and innocent people might get hurt..." Kunpeng almost slapped himself a few times. Serves you right for being capable, now you're in trouble.
“This is easy to handle.” Chang Hao struck the small golden bell on the table.
Before long, Kunpeng saw Si Rong walk in carrying a tray with a thick, black-background memorial on it.
Chang Hao gestured for Kunpeng to pick it up and examine it closely. These demon races had become a major calamity, bringing unbearable disasters and suffering to other races in the prehistoric world. They could not be left unattended.
He had carefully examined everything for Kunpeng. The easy ones were used by Yaochi to establish her authority and practice. The remaining ones were the extremely troublesome veteran Quasi-Saints of the Primordial World, who could only be dealt with by someone who was also a veteran Quasi-Saint.
Kunpeng stiffly picked up the memorial, his trembling fingers moving several times before he finally managed to open it. At the top of the list were the Multi-Horned Heavenly Demon Tiger, the Black-Striped Taoist, the Nine-Headed Insect Demon God, and so on...
Eating up several tribes of humans was a minor matter; not even sparing fellow demons was utterly insane. There were even powerful demons who devoured several races to achieve their own dominance—the list of their crimes is too long to recount…
Kunpeng's fingers were stiff as he gripped a corner of the memorial, letting the long document fall onto his instep. It didn't hurt, but Kunpeng was terrified. These were all infamous and ferocious demons from the primordial world. If he survived this job, he would become an enemy of the demon race.
The Demon Emperor and the Eastern Emperor, who had just been resurrected a few days ago, would not let him off easily. Kunpeng stared at Chang Hao with a suspicious look. His Majesty had come prepared. Would this unscrupulous emperor use him as a sacrifice to appease the demons?
Or let the Demon Emperor vent his anger?
Chang Hao sighed inwardly. He also had his own difficulties. These people were bloodthirsty, arrogant, and cruel.
Furthermore, there were powerful demons who had once vowed to devour all the alien races, so he couldn't very well use quasi-saints among the demon race to eliminate them. If word got out, the matter would be difficult to resolve peacefully.
"Do you have any concerns?" Chang Hao stood up and walked around the imperial desk, patting Kunpeng's shoulder. "You don't need to be so worried. I think you have great potential. You are my trusted minister and will surely become one of the eight righteous gods under my command in the future."
Kunpeng Huo raised his eyes, his eyes filled with surprise. Was this His Majesty's promise?
Although Kunpeng once set his sights on the position of the Supreme Purple Qi of the North Pole, the Doumu of the Kan Palace, the head of all ministers, he thought about who the previous Emperor Ziwei was and whether he wanted to share the Supreme Purple Qi of the North Pole with the Demon Emperor. Kunpeng was afraid that he might have the fate to sit on the throne but not the fate to enjoy it, so he had long since given up the idea.
The Eight Great Gods? This is probably the highest position His Majesty is willing to offer.
"Your Majesty, please wait for my good news." Kunpeng excitedly headed towards Gouchen Palace. As soon as Kunpeng arrived, Yaochi and the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas led their followers to follow Kunpeng down to the prehistoric world to slay demons and restore peace to the world.
When the Heavenly Court took action, the newly unified human tribes were filled with the silent smoke of power struggles.
Shennong succeeded Fuxi as leader. In his youth, he aspired to emulate Fuxi's feat of ascending to heaven in broad daylight. He worked diligently to govern the country, tasted hundreds of herbs to cure diseases, invented the plow and hoe, and encouraged people to plant the five grains.
This initiative led to rapid population growth.
Then, markets were established, and the first market for bartering was opened. On that day, Fuxi was dressed in heavenly robes, looking dignified and majestic. He was also wearing animal skins and went through great lengths to find various items to try to make clothes. Then, hemp was processed into cloth, and people could wear clothes.
They continued their efforts by inventing pottery, improving their diet, and crafting bows to intimidate the newly integrated tribes, while also using these bows to defend against wild beasts.
Shennong also modified the musical instruments left by the leader Fuxi to make them easier to entertain himself.
As Shennong grew old, he believed his achievements were no less than those of Fuxi. However, he waited day and night until his hair turned white, but the grand occasion of ascending to heaven in broad daylight was still not coming.
As a leader, Shennong should have used a combination of rewards and punishments to govern the people, but he was afraid that it would damage his reputation, so he only wanted to show his benevolence. Over time, he lost the support of the people and his control over the tribe declined.
A young leader named Xuanyuan suddenly rose to prominence and seized more than half of the tribe's real power.
"Chief, Xuanyuan's arrogance is growing day by day. Aren't you going to do anything about it?" Xingtian was furious. Most of his subordinates were of mixed human and witch blood and were discriminated against everywhere. Shennong, whom they had joined, seemed to be detached from the matter and was still dreaming of ascending to heaven in broad daylight.
Fuxi was Nuwa's own brother. How could he be treated the same as a pure human like you? You expect special treatment? What are you thinking?
Shennong withdrew his gaze from the sky, realizing he had waited in vain again. He glanced at Xing Tian, who was clearly aware of Shennong's intentions. Keeping Xing Tian around would protect him, and Shennong didn't want his old age to be too miserable. Even if he couldn't ascend to heaven in broad daylight, he at least wanted to die a natural death.
Although he had secretly made an agreement with Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan's rise was too rapid for him to control. He feared that one day Xuanyuan might lose his temper and kill him.
As for Xing Tian… Shennong glanced at him again and thought that apart from being brave and fearless, Xing Tian really couldn’t bear the future of the human race.
Shennong was even more bothered by Xing Tian's identity. He had discovered it long ago: a great shaman whose subordinates were all human-shaman hybrids. The true master was Xing Tian, and those humans were just slaves kept by Xing Tian.
"Chief, Xuanyuan is practically on par with you. If you don't do something about it, you'll lose control." If Xing Tian hadn't still had his senses, he would have punched Shennong to the ground.
"Your subordinate can help you quell the rebellion, so you need not worry." Xing Tian looked utterly loyal and righteous. If Shennong really didn't want to manage the tribe, he could at least pass on the leadership!
And who else besides Shennong could pass it on to now?
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