txolops Chapter 15 Store up grain, build high walls, and delay declaring yourself king.
Chapter 15 Store up grain, build high walls, and delay declaring yourself king.
Zhu Rong's eyes widened: "A calamity that will wipe out our entire clan? Brother Pan Xuan, aren't you exaggerating?"
Xuanming said coldly, "Let him finish speaking."
Pan Xuan nodded slightly, walked into the hall, pointed outside, and spoke in a clear and powerful voice:
"Brothers and sisters, please allow me to analyze the current situation in the prehistoric world."
Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches quieted down and listened attentively.
Pan Xuan stood with his hands behind his back and slowly spoke:
"In the primordial world today, the three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin stand in a tripartite balance, vying for supremacy."
The Dragon Clan rules over the four seas and governs all aquatic creatures. Its members number in the hundreds of millions, and its experts are as numerous as clouds.
The Phoenix Clan rules the sky, with all birds paying homage; their power and prestige are awe-inspiring.
The Qilin clan rules the land, with all beasts submitting to them; their power is unstoppable.
These three races each possess a foundation as enduring as heaven and earth, and each has the strength to sweep across all directions.
He paused, then continued, "These three races fought each other and killed each other constantly in order to compete for the position of overlord of the prehistoric world."
The battle between the dragon and the phoenix, the struggle between the phoenix and the qilin, and the fight between the dragon and the qilin raged until the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light.
The entire primordial world was engulfed in the flames of war between these three races.
Zhu Rong muttered, "We all know that. The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans have been fighting each other for countless eons, but they haven't come to a conclusion."
Pan Xuan nodded: "That's right. It's precisely because the three races are evenly matched and none of them can defeat the others that this struggle for supremacy has lasted so long."
But it is precisely because of this that the situation in the primordial world is exceptionally delicate.
He turned to the assembled ancestral witches, his voice growing solemn: "My brothers and sisters, consider the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans. Each clan boasts hundreds of millions of members, their influence spreading throughout the world. And what about my witch clan?"
He stretched out one hand, fingers spread: "How many people are there in my Wu clan?"
"The twelve Ancestral Witches, plus the Great Witches and ordinary clansmen that my brothers brought out from the Blood Pool, all combined, are no more than..."
He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood what he meant.
Compared to the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, the number of members of the Wu clan is merely a drop in the ocean.
Di Jiang said in a deep voice, "Brother Pan Xuan, what do you mean...?"
Pan Xuan said seriously, "What I mean is..."
The reason why my Wu clan can stand firm in the prehistoric world without attracting the attention of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans is precisely because my clan is small and weak, and therefore not prominent in the prehistoric world.
The Pangu Temple is protected by the Father God, which can conceal the aura of my Wu clan, making it difficult for outsiders to detect.
The three tribes were preoccupied with their own wars and had no time to spare, which gave my Wu tribe a chance to catch its breath.
He paused, then his voice suddenly rose: "But what would be the consequences if we rashly created a large number of people?"
The ancestral witches looked at each other in bewilderment.
Pan Xuan continued, "With the birth of a large number of clansmen, there will inevitably be a leakage of their aura."
Although the Pangu Palace can provide cover, with a large number of clansmen, they will inevitably need to go out, seek resources, and cultivate their abilities.
At that time, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans will surely take notice of the existence of my Witch Clan.
He walked into the hall, his gaze sweeping over each of the ancestral shamans:
"Dear brothers and sisters, please think about what would happen if the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans discovered this."
In the primordial world, there exists a powerful race that does not belong to any of them. What will they do?
Zhu Rong blurted out, "Of course, it's to recruit my Wu tribe!"
Pan Xuan shook his head: "They might try to win me over, but more likely they'll wipe out my witch clan first."
The expressions of the ancestral witches changed.
Pan Xuan's voice was calm and clear: "The struggle for supremacy among the three races of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin has reached a fever pitch."
Neither side wants any new variables to emerge.
Although my Wu clan is small, all twelve ancestral witches are top-tier experts in the world, and the great witches are also exceptionally powerful.
Such a force, if it were to join any of the three factions, would disrupt the balance between them.
He paused, then continued, "So, the most likely scenario is..."
The three clans will temporarily set aside their conflicts and join forces to first destroy my Wu clan.
"After they wipe out my witch clan, they will continue their struggle for supremacy. At that time, my witch clan will face annihilation."
After these words were spoken, the Pangu Hall fell silent.
Zhu Rong opened his mouth wide, and even the flames forgot to dance.
A solemn expression appeared on Gonggong's usually gloomy face.
Xuanming's body grew even colder, clearly pondering Panxuan's words.
The other ancestral witches also wore solemn expressions.
Dijiang remained silent for a long time before slowly nodding: "Brother Panxuan is right."
We were only focused on expanding our clan, but we never considered the risks involved.
The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans are powerful; if they truly take notice of my Wu clan, the consequences could be dire.
Zhu Jiuyin also opened his cloudy old eyes, his voice hoarse and distant:
"Pan Xuan's analysis matches some of the fragments I saw using the power of time."
"If our Wu tribe were to rashly reveal itself in the primordial world, it would indeed bring great calamity."
Houtu said softly, "Brother Panxuan, what do you think we should do?"
Pan Xuan smiled slightly, about to speak, when Qiang Liang suddenly said:
"Brother Panxuan, according to you, we can only cower in the Pangu Palace, doing nothing and watching the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin races fight for supremacy?"
Xi Zi nodded and said, "Yes, are we just supposed to sit here and wait to die?"
"Once the three races have determined a victor, and the winner dominates the primordial world, won't my Wu clan then face an even more powerful enemy?"
Pan Xuan shook his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "Of course, it's not about doing nothing."
He walked into the hall, stood with his hands behind his back, and his voice carried a sense of composed confidence.
"My brothers and sisters, Pan Xuan believes that the struggle for supremacy among the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans is both a crisis and a tremendous opportunity for our Wu clan."
"An opportunity?" Zhu Rong's eyes widened. "What opportunity is there in all this fighting?"
Pan Xuan laughed and said, "Brother Zhurong, please let me explain slowly."
He held up one finger: "First, the three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin are vying for supremacy, and the primordial world is filled with malevolent energy."
These malevolent energies are poisonous to ordinary creatures, but nourishing to my Wu tribe.
All of you brothers and sisters were born by absorbing malevolent energy, so you naturally understand this principle.
The ancestral witches nodded.
The Wu clan cultivates by absorbing the malevolent energy of heaven and earth; the heavier the malevolent energy, the faster the Wu clan's cultivation speed.
Pan Xuan extended his second finger: "Secondly, the great battle between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans will inevitably result in casualties."
If the bodies of those who died in battle are not recovered in time, they will be left scattered throughout the prehistoric world.
These corpses contain the essence of the bloodlines and physical power of the three races' strongest members.
He looked in the direction of the blood pool:
"My Wu clan has the Pangu Blood Pool. If we can recover these corpses..."
When thrown into the blood pool, it will transform into nutrients for the blood pool, strengthening its power.
The stronger the blood pool, the more powerful the future members of the witch clan will be.
The eyes of the ancestral witches lit up.
Pan Xuan extended his third finger: "The third, and most important, point."
The struggle for supremacy among the three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin will inevitably result in a lose-lose situation for all three.
The three races are evenly matched, and none of them can destroy the others, so this war will continue indefinitely.
The longer it goes on, the greater the losses for all three races. By then…”
His voice suddenly rose, carrying an inspiring power: "By then, all three races will be exhausted, while my Wu race will be secretly accumulating strength and conserving its energy."
When they are tired and crippled, we will strike again. At that time, the overlord of the primordial world will be our Wu clan!
This is my view: we should stockpile grain, build high walls, and delay declaring ourselves king.
Inside the Pangu Hall, there was complete silence.
The twelve Ancestral Witches looked at Pan Xuan with eyes full of shock and amazement.
These words provided an extremely thorough analysis of the situation in the prehistoric world and a clear plan for the future of the Wu tribe.
These ancestral witches, who only knew how to act recklessly and passionately, never thought about these things.
Zhu Rong was the first to jump up and slap Pan Xuan on the shoulder, almost sending him flying.
"Good! Brother Pan Xuan, what's wrong with your brain? How come I never thought of this!"
Pan Xuan steadied himself and said with a wry smile, "Brother Zhurong, please have mercy."
Gonggong, unusually, did not argue with Zhurong, but pondered and said: "Store up grain, build high walls, and delay declaring yourself king... Brother Panxuan, your nine words are excellent."
First, accumulate strength, wait for the opportune moment, and strike when all three sides are weakened. This is the safest strategy.
Xuanming coldly replied, "That makes sense."
Rather than risk creating new members and bringing disaster upon ourselves, we should first secretly collect the corpses and malevolent energy of the three races to strengthen the Blood Pool.
When the time is right, we will create a large number of people in one fell swoop.
Houtu nodded and said, "Brother Panxuan is absolutely right."
What my Wu tribe needs most right now is not the number of its members, but the right opportunity and a solid foundation.
When the three races are exhausted from fighting, that will be the day my Wu race rises to power.
Dijiang stood up, his resolute face filled with determination:
"Alright! Let's do as Brother Pan Xuan says."
From this day forward, my Wu clan will act in secret, absorbing the malevolent energy of heaven and earth to cultivate, while simultaneously collecting the corpses of our fallen clansmen from the three clans and throwing them into the blood pool.
When the three races are both severely weakened, that will be the day my Wu race reigns supreme over the primordial world!
He looked at Pan Xuan, his eyes full of admiration: "Brother Pan Xuan, you not only gave Hou Tu her primordial spirit, but also pointed out this bright path for my Wu clan."
You are the true lucky star of my witch clan!
Pan Xuan shook his head and smiled, "Brother Dijiang, you flatter me. I'm just talking; it's all your brothers and sisters who will be doing the work."
Houtu stepped forward, gently patted his shoulder, and said softly, "Being able to see the direction is more important than burying yourself in work. Brother Panxuan, you are truly a great talent."
Pan Xuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he looked at the Ancestral Witches who had genuinely accepted him.
He knew that from this moment on, his status in the witch clan was completely different.
He is no longer just a younger brother who needs protection, but a strategist who can advise and guide the Wu tribe.
He will use his wisdom to change the fate of the witch clan.
This path of "accumulating grain, building high walls, and delaying the declaration of kingship" was the first path he chose for the Wu tribe.