General Xuelang officially entered seclusion.

Wang Wu set up a silent chamber, ten centimeters long, wide, and high, in a concealed corner under the pigeon coop for it.

He then piled some mud and leaves around it casually; the camouflage and concealment effects were quite good.

It's simply a dimensional strike for demons of the Fourth Grade and below.

Wang Wu also didn't stray far; he must remain within three meters of General Xuelang, so his passive concealment effect could be shared with General Xuelang.

Even if someone like Lu Wuchen resorted to divine calculations or divination to locate General Xuelang, it wouldn't succeed.

Of course, Wang Wu also entertained an unreliable thought: there's a high probability that both Lu Wuchen and Liu Wujiu have stopped hunting him down.

It's not that they became reconciled with a smile, but that they clearly realized they couldn't catch him. Instead of being teased like a monkey, they might as well use other strategies.

For example, as he had previously suggested, using a grand force to compel him to his death.

Unless Wang Wu shies away in some corner for the rest of his life, then naturally everyone would be happy. Otherwise, as long as he wants to assassinate Lu Wuchen, what's waiting for him would be tempestuous waves.

"Leave future matters for the future."

Wang Wu sighed, moving a small stone outside General Xuelang's seclusion chamber, then sat down on it. He was only five centimeters tall now, realizing the perks that come with being small.

After some wild thoughts, he checked on his companion Demon Vine, which was still in a dormant state, its injuries too severe. Sigh, buddy, I gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it.

So can I take back the half-body authority I promised earlier?

I'll count to three, three!

See, your lack of response is tacit consent.

Wang Wu's mood improved again.

Then he began his routine cultivation, but it wasn't the innate bloodline, nor practicing qi blood interruption, but the acquired spiritual pill system, a cultivation system requiring persistence. His aptitude was currently akin to a mid-grade human race cultivator, so he had to work hard, "the early bird catches the worm," diligence makes up for clumsiness, the ancients didn't deceive me!

Ice Shield Technique, Fire Shield Technique, Ice Cone Technique, Fireball Technique, he practiced with great enthusiasm.

The recent battle with the giant whale made him realize that the Ice and Fire Shield was actually quite powerful.

If he could activate faster, if the spell congealed quicker, there were great things he could achieve.

In fact, Wang Wu could now independently comprehend the Ice and Fire Escape Technique. As a Daoist technique, it could be comprehended as long as the Ice and Fire Spirit Pill was congealed.

However, Wang Wu found through his own attempts that while it's not impossible to achieve, it requires a considerable amount of time to analyze and master before reaching a state of ease.

This is the biggest characteristic of the acquired spiritual pill cultivation system: practice!

If you're capable, practice more; if you're not smart, practice more; if you're slow, practice more.

There's nothing that diligent studying and practice can't solve.

Yes, provided there's no worry about Shouyuan and enough time.

After twenty days of diligent practice, Wang Wu had to add another prerequisite.

You need enough resources!

Although he shrunk to five centimeters, each release of Ice Shield Technique and Fire Shield Technique wasn't reduced in size.

Despite his efforts to recover the scattered Ice Spiritual Qi and Red Flame Spiritual Qi.

But reality is still so cruel.

He could only recover at most half; the remaining half dissipated mercilessly.

Thus, at this moment, he could only pause.

Because he needed to reserve 50,000 points of Ice Spiritual Qi and 50,000 points of Red Flame Spiritual Qi for emergencies.

"Gotta get some resources."

Wang Wu looked at the demon people gradually settling down around them. Though their abilities were lowly, to survive or simply to exist, they painstakingly cleared the mud from the flower fields and replanted a large number of flowers following the old rules.

Then, approximately over a thousand of the giant bee squad members, abandoned by Master Jade Bee, became the hope of all the demon people.

Initially, they were quite furious and collectively killed more than two hundred members.

Now, the murderers of the killer giant bees had been executed, and among the forces forming among the demon people, all without exception regarded the remaining eight hundred or so giant bees as the Supreme Emperor.

Because aside from planting and nurturing flowers for the Jade Bee Race to harvest honey, they really didn't know what else to do.

To the east and south lay the Evil Wind Desert, to the west was the Endless Sea, and to the north, the Black Forest. They couldn't do anything even if they wanted to.

Being alive was already a luxury.

Recently, even among the eight hundred giant Jade Bees, there was an apparent hierarchy with several Jade Bee Queens emerging, and under their command, the West Sea Bee Kingdom seemed to revive.

So these were truly happy times.

Especially since there were so few Jade Bees, they dared not oppress too much. Every day, they could grab a bit of Spirit Essence for cultivation, eat grass when hungry, drink water when thirsty, and occasionally, the bold ones could even catch a few tiny shrimps by the sea...

Wang Wu dared not imagine the day when Spirit Essence would suddenly disappear; what would happen if it no longer fell?

Or if Spirit Essence didn't disappear, they still had to snatch resources and spiritual qi.

Just look at the vast Endless Sea; how expansive it is, yet whenever Spirit Essence descends, it's immediately divided by various Great Demons.

The ocean is like this, and so is the land; large as a mountain, small as a valley, where is there no competition?

In the past, the West Wilderness did not have a strong centralized Great Demon group, which is why Little Demons had their good days.

Just look at the West Sea Demon Race, Beihai Demon Race; 99% of the Spirit Essence must be handed over, and then the Great Demons distribute it based on loyalty and proximity.

In the territory of the Human Race, among the various noble families and Cultivation City-states, does a drop of Spirit Essence fall? How many drops of Spirit Essence can the poor commoners and those at the bottom of society gather in a lifetime?

"So, matters of love and hatred can never compare to farming and saving resources."

"But, how do you save resources?"

To seize Spirit Essence, you must first occupy a mountain forest. With territory comes reputation, and with reputation comes burdens, as the saying goes, a monk may escape, but the temple does not.

There you have it; he is now tied with a burden, but cannot count this one.

But if it is known that Wolf Bu'er is still alive, would General Xuelang's hatred for Lu Wuchen still be as intense?

Even if the hatred remains, another small burden would immediately be tied to Wang Wu's back, not to mention this little burden has always had a fondness for Xiong Shiliu. Although so much has happened, but…

"Ah, thinking from another angle, it's a joy that the Four Heroes of the Western Wilderness have reunited."

For the next ten days, it felt as if Wang Wu had returned to the days under the North Mountain, competing with a bunch of Little Demons for Spirit Essence; even a little Spiritual Qi was precious, who understands the hardships behind these strands of energy in the pills?

When the month ended, General Xuelang emerged on schedule and somehow managed to snatch 109 points of Spiritual Qi…

What an accomplishment.

However, the first thing General Xuelang said after coming out was— "Xiong Wu, give me 10 more Seventh Grade Ginseng Vitality Pills. I need to inscribe the Wolf Gaze Divine Techniques!"

This sentence gave Wang Wu a jolt because he distinctly heard another sentence—"Old Deng, blast some gold coins!"

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell, is the Great Illusion King Insect's Hallucinogenic Poison acting up again!"

Seeing Wang Wu in a daze, General Xuelang quickly approached to grab him, afraid he would fall into an illusion realm and start acting wild and run amok.

"I'm fine, but I also don't have any Ginseng Vitality Pills left; the Spiritual Qi is all used up. These days I've only managed to snatch a tiny bit of Spiritual Qi…" Wang Wu smiled bitterly.

General Xuelang looked at him oddly, touching his forehead, "Are you sure you haven't been affected by Hallucinogenic Poison?"

"No, what I'm saying is, we're out of resources!"

"I know, it's no big deal, so many Little Demons, just kill a few hundred or thousand, and use them for alchemy!" General Xuelang said disdainfully.

"Right, why didn't I think of that."

Wang Wu suddenly realized he felt incredibly foolish.

Once under the North Mountain, he would kill without hesitation. How come here on the West Coast, with its 30 million Demon People, just because of an extra word 'people,' he forgot about this?

In fact, even if true Human Race Cultivators came here, they would also massacre freely.

"So I am the Holy Mother!"

"However, your concerns are valid, Xiong Wu; who knows how many spies from the West Sea Demon Race and the Human Race are watching us. We still can't act rashly. Where's your Companion Demon Vine? Lend it to me!"

"For what?"

"To secretly hunt some Little Demons for refining into Ginseng Vitality Pills. Don't you know how to refine the Five Elements Spirit Pill? From now on, I'll find materials, and you'll refine them."

General Xuelang spoke quickly, like a diligent housewife.

"The Companion Demon Vine is too heavily injured; it won't recover for a year or half."

"That lazy thing, we'll cut its meals later!" General Xuelang was in a good mood and motioned to Wang Wu with a finger, "Come, let's practice breaking Qi Blood…"

"Better not; it's quite taxing…"

"Then, should we embrace three times today?"

"I, I'm not in a good mood today…"

"Hahaha!" General Xuelang laughed rampantly, feeling smug.

This time, Wang Wu lost.

As night fell, Wang Wu and General Xuelang sat on top of a pigeon coop, gazing at the stars. The pigeon coop had new owners, two Eighth Grade Rabbit Demons, quite diligent, but they were like two worlds apart, not disturbing each other.

"Catching Little Demons for alchemy has no future; we must catch the Great Demon instead!"

"Yet, I also find it strange; a whole month has passed, logically, news should've reached the East Wilderness by now, why hasn't Lu Wuchen made a move?"

"Maybe we should seize this time to detour around the West Sea and head to the South Wilderness. I have some kin there, and the family's estate is quite prosperous. They can shelter us; without resources, talent alone is useless. Besides, talent is also built on the pile of resources."

"In the South Wilderness, we could have children. Truly, I think the Human Race is vast; even if we kill Lu Wuchen, so what, in the end, I fear you will become the second Bear Demon Emperor, pursued for a thousand years, only to face death and the extinction of our race."

"Let's just live our life peacefully."

General Xuelang babbled on about future plans, Wang Wu listened, perhaps not listening, it didn't matter, he enjoyed the tranquility of these moments.

Until a drop of blood fell, Wang Wu suddenly came to his senses, looked up, and saw General Xuelang's face turned dark as iron, blood pouring from all seven orifices, clutching his heart, unable to speak from the pain.

What is going on!

"Bu'er, Bu'er is still alive, its Wolf Heart, Wolf Heart... hurry, leave!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already fallen unconscious, while from his heart, a wisp of fresh blood mist floated up, drifting away, marking their position like a vivid marker.

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