hen I couldn't help but sneak a peek, the white light disappeared instantly —I looked, this is my room.He placed me on the bed, arms crossed, and asked coldly, "Are you bored Bored enough to go ghost...I can be polite to Mu Wanchen, but I have no good feelings towards these old fellows. Since I'm in charge of arranging things behind the scenes, if these old fellows help me, I will still respect them as elders. If they don't help me, then I won't show them any mercy and will retort back directly.

No sooner had I spoken than the old woman was glared at me with fury. I thought she'd been about to jump on a watchtower and pound on me a few times if I hadn't provoked her enough.

"... The Si clan lives upstream. Now the river is surging, landslides have blocked it, and it's difficult to go upstream, let alone with the wind not in our favor. How can we possibly send a boat" She tapped her cane, trying to reason with me.

"If waterways don't work, there are land routes. If land routes don't work, there's the sky. Mu Wanchen once used divine eagles to send messages. How come none of you can control divine eagles" I asked.

It's impossible for none of them to be wrong, she just intentionally picked some questions to make things difficult for me.

The hawk is the messenger of the Divine King. Who among ordinary people could possibly summon it Don't be foolish! The Si Clan lives hundreds of miles from here. Sending a messenger would take an unknown amount of time and danger. We can't afford to lose any more of our people!

This sentence also stunned the others. I don't know how many people are still hidden in the secret passages behind me, but her devotion to her kin still resonated with quite a few.

The old woman was stubborn, and another elder began to play the victim. He said slowly: "Heaven has brought down punishment, our Wu clan has stubbornly survived for many years. Now, every young and middle-aged person is a precious bloodline. Our homeland has collapsed, and outside there are ambitious traitors eyeing the treasures of the royal tomb. Every young and middle-aged person is a fighting force defending the Wu clan, and we cannot damage them at will... If you really want to send envoys, why not let me go"

I rolled my eyes at that.

You're going You'll probably be gone halfway there.

"The Shaman King will definitely save us. Last time there was an earthquake, it was the Shaman King who cast a spell to stabilize the city walls. This time, though it's more serious, the Shaman King won't be defeated..." a young man said in a low voice.

"Wake up! It's not just natural disasters anymore, there are traitors attacking too! Have you seen those Ghoul Corpses with your own eyes Have you seen the Serpent Spirit with your own eyes Has the old monster hiding in the other space seen it" I shouted at the people below.

"When disaster strikes, what else can you rely on besides your king You can't even save yourselves! Are you still here not listening to my commands You are trash! If you think you are so capable, go out and fight! Use the natal Gu worms you use for infighting against the Dragon King's Gu corpses and the old monster hiding in another space!"

"What's the name of this mountain Mount Jishi! Your king is guarding the valley road ahead of you! What are you doing here Stealing these broken tiles Can you eat them Can you kill with them"

"...Do you have enough food, warm clothes, and medicine How many days can you last! Those who disobey my orders will receive no disaster relief supplies. Just roast your own natal gu to eat!"

I yelled, not caring if they understood or not. It felt good to me anyway.

After letting out some of my emotions, I also calmed down.

Can I possibly manage to take care of so many people's food and drink To be honest, getting supplies in here is a real headache.

The preferred way would definitely be a helicopter airdrop, but this is within the realm of spells. If helicopters from the outside world fly around and suddenly disappear, people on the ground will definitely think something bad has happened. Then they'll send out a large-scale search party which would be troublesome.

On the other hand, the outside world has suffered far more damage. It's certain that many media outlets are focusing on it, and any minor changes or developments will immediately make headlines.

"Who can command the divine eagle" I swept my gaze across those below.

One by one they shook their heads, a soft chuckle echoing from the ancient tunnel behind them: "I can."

I looked up, and I saw Doctor Lian Long holding a blood-stained cloth in his hand, smiling at me and saying, "What orders does the young princess have for your subordinate to deliver"

"I think—"

He gestured with the cloth in his hand: "Could we move to the side and talk as we walk I'll go to the running water ahead and wash the cloth, and it can be used again..."

I dashed down from the watchtower, following him toward the spring.

“My dear little princess, the elders are old and their thinking isn't as agile as young people. You don't need to argue with them. There is a spring here that never runs dry, having existed for thousands of years. It is the lifeblood of this mountain where death resides. We need to send troops to guard it carefully...”

"... No need to guard them, I want to transfer you all out." I said with a frown.

Lienlong stopped his steps and shook his head, saying: "Tens of thousands of people, how can they be transferred"

"It would be good to go to the border of Fa Men! Relief supplies can't get in, and there are also poisonous miasma and venomous corpses. Mu Wanchen alone can protect you all from danger, but he doesn't have the ability to support so many people one by one! He is only one person. He can fight for the sake of protecting the clan, and we must learn to survive on our own, don't add to his burden anymore!"

"With so many people, just feeding them is a huge problem. To be honest with you, I can afford to buy supplies, but I don't have the capacity to transport them all the way into Dharma Gate. All I can do is transfer them!"

"Haven't you heard the saying, 'Trees die when they are moved, people live when they are moved'"

My voice was a bit too excited, and I spoke harshly. Even Rong didn't hold it against me, but instead smiled and said, “……Your Highness is trying hard, but the Wuzhu are the core tribe here. If the other scattered tribes hear that the Wuzhu are moving their entire clan, they will be terrified. At that time, perhaps hundreds of thousands of people would rush to the Dharma Gate gap...What would be the consequences”

"If the outside world were to discover the sudden emergence of so many extraordinary individuals here, this secret would be impossible to keep. The curiosity of the mundane world would leave nothing hidden."

This...

There's a worry that if I run away with the Witch Clan, other small tribes will definitely think the sky is falling and start fleeing too. They'll all swarm out, creating chaos and making it impossible to keep things secret.

Lian Long squatted by the stream, washing his cloth strips. The water was crystal clear and icy cold, flowing over the stones and carrying away a strip of cloth from his hand.

His gaze followed the banner, letting out a sigh filled with emotion: “Little princess, outsiders are not welcome in this world. This is something we’ve known for centuries. If heaven intends to destroy our clan, no matter how many years we hide, there will be no true utopia where we can take refuge.”

"When there are few, it is easier to change. Just like this strip of cloth, when tied together in a bundle, it can only end up at the bottom of the stream or stuck in the cracks of stones. But if there is only one, it can flow freely with the water, bending and swaying with the current, eventually drifting far away."

I didn't know how to answer. I just stood there by the creek, watching the blood on the strip dissolve into the water. Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine and I shivered involuntarily.

Enemy

Still Lord Master

I suddenly turned around —

A ghastly white robe shimmered faintly behind me, rippling the air around it.

In a blink of an eye, that white robe with a genuine smile floated right before my eyes.

"Hehehe... Looks like the little princess is troubled,~~~"

>u Wanchen frowned: “The cultivators of necromancy have flourished for three or four generations in the magical realm, with a considerable population. But Master said their descendants, out of fear and...