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Shen Mo and the others returned to the command tent once more.

This time, however, the High Priest arranged Shen Mo and Fu Zu in the seats of honor.

The generals of the Gangfeng Tribe sat below them.

To an outsider, it would appear Shen Mo and Fu Zu were the hosts, while the demonfolk were the guests.

The High Priest's tone was exceptionally reverent. "Allow me to once again express my gratitude to you, Shen Mo, Ancestor Fu."

"Were it not for your intervention, the Gangfeng Tribe would surely have been razed to the ground by the Dark Brahma's Demon Army."

"Our people would have been captured and enslaved by him."

All the generals rose simultaneously, bowing deeply once more to Shen Mo and Fu Zu.

Shen Mo waved a dismissive hand. "Merely mutual benefit."

The High Priest replied respectfully, "Shen Mo, what do you require? Anything the Gangfeng Tribe possesses shall be yours."

"If you seek intelligence, we shall share everything we know without reservation."

"Even if the Gangfeng Tribe lacks it, we will help you seek it among the other great tribes."

His attitude was a stark contrast to before—now deeply respectful and earnest.

Shen Mo signaled with his eyes.

The High Priest immediately understood, dismissing all others.

In the spacious tent, only Shen Mo, Fu Zu, the High Priest, and Mo Mingyu remained.

The High Priest spoke solemnly. "Please speak, Shen Mo."

Shen Mo stated gravely, "High Priest, do you know of the Saint Demon Tree?"

The High Priest paused, his expression complex. "Of course I do."

"The Saint Demon Tree stands at the heart of the Demonfolk Valley—an ancient tree of immense height and size."

"In the past, when the demonfolk flourished, occupying high positions in the Demon Nations and once deemed future masters of the myriad realms, it was inseparable from the Saint Demon Tree."

"But later, the Saint Demon Tree withered with alarming speed, producing Saint Demon Fruits only rarely. The demonfolk declined accordingly, falling to their current state."

Shen Mo smiled. "I require one Saint Demon Fruit, one branch from the Saint Demon Tree. And this Mo Mingyu beside you."

The High Priest froze.

Mo Mingyu looked equally astonished.

The High Priest frowned deeply. "The Saint Demon Tree is our sacred tree. Even in its withered state, it cannot be broken."

"Saint Demon Fruits no longer exist. Not even the three great tribes of the Demonfolk Valley possess a single one."

"Mo Mingyu is a member of the Gangfeng Tribe. She cannot become your slave."

"Shen Mo, forgive my bluntness, but your three demands are exceedingly difficult to fulfill."

Shen Mo shook his head. "A withered Saint Demon Fruit will suffice. A withered Saint Demon Tree branch will suffice."

"As for Mo Mingyu, I never said she must become a slave. I merely need her to perform a task for me."

The High Priest frowned.

Shen Mo offered a slight smile.

In truth, he had always intended to ask for a withered Saint Demon Fruit and a withered Saint Demon Tree branch.

But he had not opened with that request.

Such was the way of the world.

Even though the High Priest had just pledged to help with anything, it was impossible for him to fulfill every request.

If Shen Mo asked for ten parts, he might secure six or seven.

If he only asked for six or seven initially, he would likely receive only three or four.

Thus, one must begin with an audacious demand.

The High Priest gritted his teeth. After a long moment, he said, "Very well. The Gangfeng Tribe owes its survival to you both. Before such immense grace, I must find a way to obtain the Saint Demon Fruit and Saint Demon Tree branch for you..."

"But Shen Mo, what exactly do you need Mo Mingyu for? I require a clear answer."

Shen Mo replied calmly, "I mentioned upon arrival that the Great Wilderness Venerable left a lost treasure in the Demonfolk Valley."

"I need Mo Mingyu to accompany me to a location. With her blood, we may determine the true bearing of that lost treasure."

The High Priest could detect nothing unusual on Shen Mo's face.

Finally, he nodded. "Very well. The Gangfeng Tribe has always valued gratitude."

"Shen Mo, Ancestor Fu, you two saved our tribe. What we have promised, we shall fulfill."

He looked at Mo Mingyu. "Mingyu, these two guests are in your care."

Mo Mingyu nodded. "Understood."

After giving a few more instructions, the High Priest departed with several personal guards.

Shen Mo and Fu Zu remained as guests in the Gangfeng Tribe.

The sight of Anpoluo's death had been truly earth-shattering.

Nearly all demonfolk of the Gangfeng Tribe had changed their attitude.

They held Shen Mo and Fu Zu in extreme reverence and admiration.

One could say their treatment in the tribe was almost equivalent to that of another High Priest.

Whatever they desired, the demonfolk would strive to provide.

Fu Zu's body had been damaged, lacking time and resources for recovery.

Recuperating in the Gangfeng Tribe suited him perfectly.

His cultivation advanced daily.

Previously, he had been at the Earth-Piercing Saint Realm.

Now he had recovered to the Heaven-Piercing Saint Realm.

Shen Mo smiled. "Senior, have you fully recovered to your peak state?"

Fu Zu cheerfully waved a hand. "Far from it, but I possess seventy to eighty percent of my former combat strength."

"Mainly, I lack the Futián Treasure Realm. Otherwise, even against two Heaven-Piercing Demon Saints simultaneously, I would not be at a disadvantage."

After speaking, he suddenly looked worried. "I wonder how Jiuyin Old Ghost and the others are faring."

Shen Mo nodded.

When they first entered the Demonfolk Valley, they had split into two teams to explore separately.

Shen Mo and Fu Zu formed one team.

Jiuyin, Dragon Turtle, and Xiang Yuan formed the other.

They had encountered conflict between the Dark Demon Nation and the Demonfolk Valley tribes.

Jiuyin's team might very well have been drawn into similar conflicts.

Fu Zu's concern was not unfounded.

However, when they split into teams earlier, Shen Mo had already seen the life panels of those three. Thus, he knew what would happen next.

They would meet again soon.

...

On this day.

Shen Mo exhaled a turbid breath and stood up, his expression spirited.

"This Void Godly Nectar is truly a treasure. The aura of the Great Dao of Void it contains far surpasses ordinary treasures."

He smiled in satisfaction.

The Void Godly Nectar was a treasure the Gangfeng Tribe gathered from the Demonfolk Valley wilderness.

They used it to forge weapons.

Mo Mingyu's bone spear had been quenched in Void Godly Nectar, making it incomparably sharp and indestructible.

Now that Shen Mo and Fu Zu were honored guests, such treasures as Void Godly Nectar were naturally supplied immediately.

His comprehension of the Great Dao of Void had been at the fourth stage. After absorbing two jars of Void Godly Nectar consecutively, it leaped to the sixth stage!

The corresponding realm was Earth-Piercing Sixth Stage.

One more step would be Earth-Piercing Seventh Stage!

Since ancient times, advancing from sixth to seventh stage had always been a significant hurdle.

But Shen Mo felt that with sufficient Void Godly Nectar, he could overcome this barrier in one go!

Shen Mo asked, "Mingyu, does your tribe have any more Void Godly Nectar?"

Mo Mingyu had been guarding outside the command tent.

Hearing this, she quickly entered and replied respectfully, "Lord Shen Mo, there is none."

"Void Godly Nectar forms very slowly. The two jars we offered you were the tribe's last."

Shen Mo smiled helplessly. "No matter..."

Just as he was about to say more, he heard commotion outside.

Then someone shouted loudly, "The High Priest has returned!"

Mo Mingyu beamed with joy. "Shen Mo! The High Priest has returned!"

Shen Mo nodded repeatedly. "Let's go. We'll go out and see."