Wu Sang 'er and Fang Xing had just done something daring, so she was a little nervous. She hesitated to take Fang Xing to see the chief, but she didn't know what to say, so she took Fang Xing to her room first. Fang Xing was thinking about where the Treasure House of Fusang Mountain was along the way. He didn't care whether he was going to see the chief of the Golden Crow Tribe or not, so he let Wu Sang' er lead him forward.
They came to an old palace on a cliff in the west of Fusang Mountain, which was Wu Sang 'er's boudoir. There were also two beautiful mice serving her. Wu Sang' er asked them to make tea, and then sighed as they discussed how to save the Great Golden Crow. "It's impossible to ask Sister Fairy for help.
The most urgent thing now is to save my cousin. There are only a few ways. One is to find a way to prove that my cousin was framed. I think the guys who invited him to the banquet that day must know something. Even the Red Scorpion Demon King must be involved. As long as we find a way to catch them, we will have a chance to get a confession and prove my cousin's innocence. The second way is to use some connections. As long as we can ask a few influential figures in the Demon Court to speak up, there is still hope that my cousin can be released from the abyss prison. But think about it, you are just a Human Practitioner, how can you know any influential figures in the Demon Clan? So we only have the first way. Who are you going to start investigating? Do you want to make a plan … "
After talking for a long time, seeing that Fang Xing looked absent-minded, she kicked him angrily. "What are you thinking about?"
"Where is your Treasure House …"
Fang Xing answered casually. Suddenly he realized something and said angrily, "You dare to kick me?"
Wu Sang 'er also stared at him and said, "Are you thinking about the Treasure House of Fusang Mountain?"
"Uh … just kidding, I just want to take a look!"
Only then did Fang Xing realize that he had let the cat out of the bag. He laughed, patted the dust on his butt, and stood up. "Is there anything to eat?"
Wu Sang 'er was speechless. "My poor cousin is still suffering in the Black Abyss Prison, and you are still thinking about food!"
Fang Xing said, "If I don't eat, how can I have the strength to think about how to save him … I didn't eat enough on the Taoist Platform.
Wu Sang 'er was speechless. She asked the rat spirit to steal a lamb leg from the kitchen. It was dry enough for the two of them. Not long after, they brought back half a Mongolian goat, but it was raw and covered in blood. Fang Xing did not mind. He asked Wu Sang' er to blow on the True Flame of Life and set up a fire in the room. He roasted it bit by bit, then cut it up and ate it …
"I say, Jin Liuzi's cultivation is not low in your Demon Clan, right? Your Golden Crow Clan just let him be locked up?"
While eating, Fang Xing pondered and asked.
Wu Sang 'er sat down and ate the barbecued meat casually. She sighed and said, "My cousin's current strength and age are naturally outstanding. Many elders in the tribe regard him as the hope of the Golden Crow Tribe's rise. But he was caught red-handed and imprisoned in the Blackpool Prison. Who can save him? We, the Golden Crow clan, have a Demon Immortal Token, which was left by the Golden Immortal Crow Ancestor. We can make a request to the Demon Court. But some people say that the Demon Immortal Token is the foundation of the Golden Crow clan and can't be used casually. Moreover … the Golden Crow clan has declined, and my cousin has offended Immortal Red Scorpion and the Blackwood Ridge. Even if we really take out the Demon Immortal Token, no one will give us face … "
"That's true. A fallen phoenix is worse than a chicken. Your ancestor has been dead for too long, who will care about him …"
Fang Xing nodded and stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth. He said, "He can be saved if the Ten Great Elders speak?"
Wu Sang 'er nodded and said, "Yes, the Ten Great Elders of the Demon Court are elected by all the clans of the Demon Clan to deal with the affairs of the Demon Clan. Each of them is highly respected and influential. The one who imprisoned my cousin in the Black Abyss Prison was an Elder who is said to have a close relationship with the Blackwood Ridge. But after all, my cousin's matter has not been formally discussed. That is to say, if an Elder speaks to imprison him, he can naturally be released if another Elder speaks. But the premise is that the Elder is really willing to help, and a suitable reason must be found. Otherwise, it will be difficult to convince the masses, and the Blackwood Ridge will become like fire and water …"
"Hmm, then what are the backgrounds of the Ten Great Elders?"
"The Ten Great Elders come from different backgrounds, but all of them are the greatest of the Demon Clan. Their cultivation is at the peak of the Golden Core realm, and they are all more than six hundred years old. As far as I know, of those who have roots, one is from Qingqiu Mountain, another was supported by Qingqiu Mountain, and another is from the Roc Clan's Green Cliff Mountain. The other two are from small clans, but their cultivation is superb, and their battle record … their battle record is impressive … In addition, there is one from the Lion clan, one from the Ape clan, one from the Carp clan, and one from the Rat clan … The tenth is a human, but he has been on good terms with the Demon Clan since three thousand years ago. His clan has been flourishing in the Demon Clan, and is no different from the Demon Clan … In fact, he was the one who ordered my cousin to be imprisoned in the Black Abyss Prison. I heard that he has a close relationship with the Blackwood Ridge …"
"Hehe, there's a good traitor …"
Fang Xing chuckled and ignored him, minding his own business as he plotted.
As they were discussing, a voice suddenly came from outside the hall. "Is Sister Sang 'er back?"
Wu Sang 'er was shocked when she heard the voice. She jumped up as if her buttocks were on fire, and tried to shove Fang Xing's head under the bed. Fang Xing was furious and flipped her onto the bed, shouting, "What are you doing?"
Wu Sang 'er was almost in tears. She could not hide it even if she wanted to after hearing Fang Xing's shout.
As expected, the voice outside immediately shouted, "Why is there a man's voice?"
As soon as the voice finished, a crimson rainbow flew into the hall and turned into a skinny, ugly young man with sparse hair. He limped forward, and it seemed that he was a cripple. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Fang Xing squatting in front of the fire roasting meat. His eyes blazed with venom as he shouted, "Where did this wild man come from, how dare you sneak into Sister Sang 'er's boudoir?"
As he shouted, his skinny right hand grabbed forward, wanting to pull Fang Xing into the air.
But when he used the Attraction Spell, other than the flame in front of Fang Xing swaying for a while, there was no change.
Fang Xing looked at him from the corner of his eyes. You're just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and you want to pull me over? Dream on!
The man was also shocked. He staggered back a few steps and prepared to escape. Then he shouted, "Who are you?"
Fang Xing rolled his eyes and ignored him. The fact that he could resist beating him up was already because he was in the territory of the Golden Crow Clan, and it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.
Wu Sang 'er hurriedly jumped up from the bed and quickly stood between the man and Fang Xing. She shouted, "Don't fight, don't fight, he is a human friend of Cousin Jin Liu. This time, we are here to discuss how to save Cousin Jin Liu … Yi Dian, don't be fooled by his looks, he is a Golden Core cultivator. You will be at a disadvantage if you fight him …"
When Fang Xing heard this, he immediately glared at Wu Sang 'er with dissatisfaction. He really wanted to strangle her neck and ask her to explain what she meant by "looks not good". Even if he was not incomparably handsome, he was still better than this ugly man!
"Jin Lianhua's friend?"
But that ugly man called 'Yi Dian', his dark brown eyes swept a sinister glance, in his heart he was indeed clear that he was not Fang Xing's match. His limping legs suddenly slowly retreated, after retreating a few steps, he suddenly pulled himself away and flew backwards, flipped out of the palace, then transformed into a withered and featherless crow, flying in the sky and shouted, "Human race! A human assassin has sneaked into the clan's territory … "
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but he shouted with force. His voice spread across the entire clan's territory.
"Why is he always like this!"
Wu Sang 'er stomped her feet in anger. She was about to fly out to stop him from shouting, but Fang Xing suddenly grabbed her hand and asked with a smile, "So that damned crow's name is Jin Lianhua? … Haha, no wonder he refused to tell me his real name. When I asked, he said his name was Jin Liuzi. It turns out that the Great Golden Crow has such a sissy name, haha! "
Wu Sang 'er did not know whether to laugh or cry. She stamped her feet and said, "Why are you still concerned about this at such a critical moment? That is my cousin, the only son of the clan leader's third uncle. He has always been a troublemaker. I have to quickly explain to the clan leader and the others …"
"Let him go and stir up trouble!"
Fang Xing did not think much of it. He already had a plan in mind, and did not care much about the Golden Crows' attitude.
The demons and humans had a deep grudge. He had done the Green Hill Faction a favor, but they had betrayed him without hesitation. The Golden Crows did not expect them to care about his past relationship with the Great Golden Crow. After all, they could even watch the imprisoned Great Golden Crow die, much less an outsider like him. In the end, if he wanted a strong relationship, it still depended on benefits.
Having thought this through, he did not care much about the Golden Crows' reaction. Let him stir up trouble!
With that thought in mind, he continued to roast meat, while Wu Sang 'er hurriedly flew out. In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the palace was filled with voices. Four Golden Core daemonic cultivators descended from the sky. One of them was slightly younger, while the other three were old and did not seem to have much lifespan left. Their cultivation was not very profound either, only mid-Golden Core.
"He's inside. Go and see. Sister Sang 'er actually brought that human cultivator directly into our land. Isn't this a violation of our ancestral teachings? This is too much. Father, Elders, take him down quickly … "
The bald crow flew in the air, shouting at the top of his lungs.
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