Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

452 Heavenly Fox Bloodline (2)

“I think the demons should get along well. There’s no need to kill each other like this.”

The elephant race was probably like this.

Han Muye turned to look at Xiang Lingshuang. “You elephants have a bigger appetite. What will you do if there’s not enough food?”

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Xiang Lingshuang grinned. “We all enjoy our food together. No matter how little it is, we will share it.”

“Then, what if we can’t share the food?” Han Muye’s words revealed an emotion that made Xiang Lingshuang’s heart tremble.

“If this food is the opportunity to step into the Heaven Realm or even higher, and there’s only one portion. Will you fight for it?”

Will I fight for it?

Xiang Lingshuang opened his mouth and nodded.

“I will fight, but…”

Han Muye interrupted him. “Since you’re fighting, there will be a winner. If the fight is magnified a thousand times, there will be life and death.

“The clans are fighting for an opportunity. That involves the survival of the clan, a battle of life and death.”

Xiang Lingshuang did not speak.

Han Muye was talking about what he had seen yesterday.

That was why he felt terrible but had no way to explain it.

Han Muye was right.

“You believe what I just said?” Suddenly, Han Muye chuckled and said loudly.

Xiang Lingshuang was stunned and turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head, a deep light in his eyes. “Everything you see is just on the surface.

“The demon race’s desperate struggles are just rules set by the ancient cultivators of the demon race who thought that they could ensure the survival of the demon race.

“You can see it as a game. Someone made the rules.

“The people who set the rules of the game don’t care about the life and death of the demons in the game.

“What they care about is the final outcome.”

After a pause, Han Muye said calmly, “Do you want to change the rules?”

Change the rules?

Xiang Lingshuang’s face was filled with confusion. After a long time, he nodded. “I think more of our clansmen are still alive. I want everyone not to kill each other.”

“If you want to change the rules, you have to learn to kill first.” Han Muye turned his head and looked at Xiang Lingshuang’s face.

The elephant youth looked uneasy and did not dare to look at Han Muye. He raised his hand and gently pressed down on Huang Zhihu’s leg, then strode forward.

Han Muye shook his head and turned into a breeze.

It was very difficult to change the concept buried deep in one’s bloodline.

Just like the lynxes. Even if Han Muye tampered with their bloodline memories, he still could not change their cautiousness.

The mania that Shan Cang displayed from time to time in front of Han Muye was brought about by his bloodline.

The gentleness of the Elephant Clan had been like this since ancient times.

If he wanted to change, he needed an opportunity.

For most of the day, Han Muye and Xiang Lingshuang were running.

After traversing nearly 10,000 miles, Huang Zhihu had already switched from Xiang Lingshuang’s shoulder to lying on the heavenly crane’s back and sleeping soundly.

The little white fox stood on Xiang Lingshuang’s shoulder, her eyes shining brightly.

“Sisi—”

The little white fox hissed.

Xiang Lingshuang stopped in her tracks and said in a low voice, “Senior Brother Han, Xiaobai is saying we have arrived at the Fox Clan’s base.”

They had traveled thousands of miles to find the Fox Clan’s base.

Han Muye nodded, and a faint spiritual light and soul power flashed on his body.

The Fox Clan was not considered a powerful clan among the 10,000 demon clans, but they were not weak either.

The foxes in front of him were relatively powerful.

There were endless mud and stone houses, and there was even a rather large street market.

As soon as Han Muye and the others arrived, several figures flew over.

“Elephants?”

“Humans?”

“Eh, this is… What a noble bloodline…”

A few figures landed 100 feet in front of them, their gazes landing on Xiang Lingshuang’s shoulder.

The little white fox narrowed its eyes as faint traces of blood essence emanated from its body.

This blood essence force made the figure standing opposite tremble slightly.

This was an extremely thin fox in a gray robe with greenish-gray ears.

The Green Fox Clan was a clan with a weaker bloodline.

Among the foxes, the clan with the most respectable bloodline power was the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox.

They were beings that had existed since ancient times.

Han Muye turned to look at the little white fox standing on Xiang Lingshuang’s shoulder.

The predecessor of the little white fox was the Heavenly Fox.

It had formed six tails and its bloodline inheritance was extremely powerful.

As if they could not withstand the pressure of the bloodline power, the few Green Fox clansmen knelt on the ground.

This was the terrifying aspect of demon bloodline cultivation.

The suppression of bloodline power was sometimes unreasonable.

In fact, although human cultivators did not have such unreasonable bloodline suppression, the various rules set by human sects, aristocratic families, and even dynasties were sometimes even more unreasonable than bloodline suppression.

From a distance, several figures rushed over.

Xiang Lingshuang carried the little white fox and walked forward step by step.

One by one, the Green Fox clansmen knelt on the ground.

Some people whispered, while others shouted excitedly.

Huang Zhihu, who was awakened, looked around curiously. She lay on a heavenly crane’s back and quietly looked around.

“White fox?”

In front, a thin old man in a gray robe stood there with a 10-foot-long wooden staff in his hand.

The old man’s gaze landed on the little white fox with a hint of greed in his eyes.

“Venerable One, please head to the altar.”

The old man took a step back, bowed, and pointed forward.

Xiang Lingshuang strode forward, with Han Muye and the flapping heavenly crane following behind.

The gray-robed old man lowered his head and secretly sized up Xiang Lingshuang before glancing at Han Muye and the heavenly crane.

He placed his hands behind his back and gently tapped a few times.

Han Muye did not turn around and just walked forward with a calm expression.