Nuannuan looked at Yang Fei and reached out to take his hand: "Uncle, let's go."

Zhu Rong stopped, looking very troubled.

"Grand Master, may I have a word? This Mr. Yang Fei is not one of us in the Wu Clan..."

Nuannuan snorted and said lightly.

"What does it matter? Let me tell you, among everyone present, I only trust Uncle."

Zhu Rong glanced at Yang Fei, his expression quite troubled.

But Yang Fei seemed not to notice the warning in his eyes, lazily looking at him with a half-smile.

Faced with such a thick-skinned person, Zhu Rong was helpless.

He could only shake his head and nod to the other Witch Kings.

"I have urgent matters to discuss with the Grand Master. Please wait here for now."

Zhu Rong led Nuannuan and Yang Fei a little further away, and Nuannuan impatiently stopped.

"Zhu Rong, whatever it is, just say it here?"

Zhu Rong glanced at Yang Fei, confirming that this guy wouldn't avoid the topic, he had no choice but to sigh helplessly.

"To be honest with you Grand Master, that child has an extraordinary origin. I suspect he is a Dragonkin of the Ancient Remnant Clan, hiding a very significant secret."

At this point, Zhu Rong's expression became extremely serious.

"The Dragon Race is an exceedingly rare species among the Ancient Remnant Clan."

"If it weren't for discovering this child, I would have thought the Dragon Race was extinct. The Dragon Talisman they wield is immensely powerful, capable of even opposing gods."

"In fact, the Dragon Race was once the god's strongest enemy. Having a Dragonkin Descendant is of great significance for our Wu Clan to conquer human society."

Yang Fei felt more and more uncomfortable as he listened, cutting off Zhu Rong's words.

"Just say what you intend to do?"

Zhu Rong glanced at Nuannuan.

"The identity and status of a Dragonkin Descendant are extremely important. I wish to keep this child at headquarters to serve the Wu Clan."

Yang Fei sneered, looking at him mockingly: "And if he's unwilling?"

Zhu Rong was speechless, just looking at Nuannuan.

Nuannuan sighed: "So many years, Zhu Rong, you are still so forceful and domineering."

"You'd imprison someone against their will? Set a prohibition? Don't forget, Dan Dan is just a child."

Zhu Rong became anxious, his voice raised slightly.

"But that's not an ordinary child, he's a Dragonkin Descendant, not only powerful but also mysterious..."

"Shut up!"

Yang Fei was thoroughly enraged by Zhu Rong, abruptly cutting off his words, his voice extremely low and sinister.

"Zhu Rong, hear me out— Dan Dan is my friend. If he wants to work for your Wu Clan, I won't stop him."

"But if he doesn't wish to stay with your Wu Clan and you dare to imprison him, don't blame me for being merciless."

In Zhu Rong's eyes, Yang Fei was nothing more than an ant with Transcending the Divine Gang Strength.

Upon hearing Yang Fei's words, Zhu Rong's expression changed immediately.

"Mr. Yang Fei, I know you are powerful, having consecutively killed countless masters of my clan."

"But if you think this allows you to act recklessly, you are mistaken."

Saying this, his expression became gloomy.

"Sometimes people need to recognize their limits. Speaking carelessly without strength only invites contempt."

Zhu Rong's words were restrained yet implied a heavy threat.

However, such words had almost no impact on Yang Fei.

He wore a clueless expression: "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand."

"But let me tell you, this time I'm here to take Dan Dan away, and whoever dares to stop me will bear the consequences."

Zhu Rong's expression turned cold, and he sneered.

"Arrogant, yet you must have the ability to back it up. The Dragonkin Descendant is in my hands, come and get him if you dare!"

Yang Fei turned and suddenly wailed.

"Nuannuan, is the Wu Clan always so tyrannical?"

"Kidnapping and extortion—I think the Wu Clan shouldn't call themselves the Wu Clan but bandits instead."

Saying this, his tone turned icy.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. If you continue this way, you might be classified as a terrorist organization."

"Then, with missiles, tanks, and Special Forces attacking on a large scale, no matter how powerful the Wu Clan is, can you resist the modern military?"

Nuannuan had been listening to the argument between Yang Fei and Zhu Rong. At this point, she sighed and said lightly.

"Zhu Rong, did you hear that? This is why I oppose your emergence."

Nuannuan paused and then turned around, gazing at the mythological relief on the stone wall, speaking softly.

"When father was alive, he used to say that today's humans are no longer as weak as thousands of years ago."

"Even without divine oversight and punishment, the pressure and resistance we would face entering human society are unimaginable."

Zhu Rong lowered his head, appearing somewhat hesitant.

Yang Fei snorted quietly, speaking lightly.

"Martial Arts in today's civilized society has become nothing more than a fitness method. No matter how skilled you are, you still fear kitchen knives."

"Even if you, Zhu Rong, are invincible in martial arts, what about assault rifles? Heavy Snipers? Missiles? Nuclear weapons?"

"It's not that I'm underestimating you, but with the current foundation of the Wu Clan, a single round of missile volleys could destroy your thousand-year legacy."

Zhu Rong suddenly lifted his head, his expression filled with anger.

"If you dare to target our Witch Ancestral Altar, I will surely kill you."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, speaking leisurely.

"If you kill me, Yang Fei, there will naturally be others. Counter-Terrorism is the theme of today's world, how many enemies can you kill?"

Zhu Rong had no words to answer, lowering his head in silence.

Nuannuan sighed softly.

"Grandpa Zhu Rong, you are one of the most farsighted among our clan. I know you are considerate of our people. I do not oppose emerging."

"We could integrate into modern commerce, engage in business to earn money, provide a superior life for our people, and educate our Wu Clan children to master modern civilization."

"I believe modern civilization and the Pangu True Scripture reflecting each other could potentially promote the rise of our clan's martial arts culture."

"We can coexist harmoniously with human society in this manner. Why must we initiate wars that cause widespread suffering?"

Zhu Rong lowered his head, his expression fluctuating, finally letting out a long sigh.

"Grand Master, I retain my opinion, but I am willing to follow your command. Perhaps, at the moment, you're right."

Nuannuan breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei also sighed in relief, smiling.

"Actually, if you want Dan Dan to work for the Wu Clan, there's no need for all this aggression. You could just hire him."

"Provide this kid with ten or eight beauties every day, I assure you, even if you chase him away with a big stick, he won't leave."

Zhu Rong was stunned, then overjoyed: "A Dragonkin Descendant can actually be hired? Unheard of."

Yang Fei smugly snorted.

"Ignorant, in modern civilized society, who doesn't need money? How can you live without it?"

"Dan Dan also needs to make a living. If you're willing to hire him, you'll be his boss. Who dares to say anything against their boss?"

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