The King of Black Fog

Bei felt a chill all over, understanding why the Snake Lord had told him to halt, and immediately grew furious, raising his hand toward his head.

Li Changzhou lightly leaped and landed in front of the Snake Lord.

Clang!

The two gemstones at the top of the Snake Lord's wooden staff suddenly intensified in brightness, emitting a faint glow.

"Stop, Bei." The Snake Lord's expression was blank.

The strong wind blew Li Changzhou's clothing, and behind him, Bei, who had reverted to his normal height, looked somber and reluctantly ceased his actions.

"You want to marry into the clan?" the Snake Lord asked.

"As long as the girl is pretty enough," Li Changzhou replied.

The Snake Lord remained silent, as if considering, while Li Changzhou detected a familiar scent—snake venom.

Shouldn't the primitive people be straightforward and honest, resorting to slaughter at the slightest disagreement? How could they be so insidious, resorting to poison?

As a straightforward modern man, Li Changzhou was ready to slaughter.

"Snake Lord!" At this moment, a small high building that had survived the earlier fight suddenly spoke, "You can't let him go; he's a descendant of the Suiren Clan!"

The faces of the Nuwa Clan and the Three-Eyed Clan changed dramatically.

Bei and the other warriors resumed their battle stances, their expressions grave and excited.

"Grandmother, kill him!"

"A descendant of the Suiren Clan is worth thirty spots on the Jianmu!"

"Silence!" the Snake Lord commanded.

The tone seemed off, and everyone held their breath.

The Snake Lord stared at Li Changzhou with her unique eyes and slowly said, "As a descendant of the Suiren Clan, you do have some qualifications. Fine, I permit you to marry into the clan, but which young lady from the Nuwa Clan will favor you depends on your own abilities."

"Grandmother?!" Bei was perplexed.

No lie, Li Changzhou felt it; the release of snake venom had stopped.

Really agreeing to let me marry into the clan?

No.

Upon reflection, Li Changzhou realized the legendary Emperor Sword was rumored to be hidden within the Suiren Clan's bloodline. The Snake Lord's aim was likely to integrate the Suiren bloodline into the Nuwa Clan, eventually obtaining the Emperor Sword coveted by even the Heavenly Emperor.

But this had nothing to do with him; as long as he could enter the Nuwa Clan, he could reunite with Yang Qinglan.

[Your mission...]

[If it takes one person thirty million years to scour the North Sea, it only takes two fifteen million, no, ten million years, a man and woman pairing up, work doesn't tire.]

[With you two together, you wouldn't find it even in thirty million years, spending your days eating seafood.] Guanyin seemed helpless.

Why did Shakyamuni relinquish everything? Why does the Buddhist sect advocate for the void of the four great elements? Because they were obstacles.

Speaking of eating seafood.....

Li Changzhou asked, "How's the food in your Nuwa Clan? I don't want anything fancy, just authentic primitive dishes, can you meet this demand?"

The Snake Lord didn't look at him, speaking to Bei, "Kill the others."

"Wait!" Li Changzhou interrupted, "These people are so tall and strong; it would be a waste to kill them. Rather than that, why not make them my slaves, and have them grill meat for me?"

The Snake Lord remained expressionless, calmly responding, "Then bring them back."

"Thank you." Li Changzhou smiled, then casually swung the Emerald Bee Sword in his hand.

The Sword Qi plowed the ground, splitting the small high building that had informed in two, crashing to the ground, with blood flowing like a small river, filling the tiny trench carved out by the Sword Qi.

"This one is unnecessary," he said.

Xiang, Jiao, and others didn't dare to make a sound.

Li Changzhou turned his gaze towards the Three-Eyed Clan's youths.

"Wha-what are you going to do?" Still trembling, the same young girl asked, while the others hid behind her.

"Qin'er, take them away!" The stubborn young man pulled a whip from his waist, the third eye in his brow radiating divine light.

If the Nuwa Clan truly intended to take a Suiren Clan member as a son-in-law, they wouldn't let anyone aware of this news escape.

Although he sent his clansmen away, the young man was prepared for them all to die here.

Li Changzhou gave a slight smile, inserting the Emerald Bee Sword at his waist: "I don't kill children."

Children? The stubborn young man almost wished to be killed outright!

"Go on." The Snake Lord didn't look back, turning away.

Bei also restrained all previous murderous intent, quietly following behind the Snake Lord, only glancing sideways with his erect snake pupils as he passed by Li Changzhou.

As everyone set out, a streak of white light appeared on the horizon, Candle Yin began to open its eyes.

Li Changzhou initially thought that with the Snake Lord's swift arrival, the Nuwa Clan must be nearby, but in fact, it was not.

The Snake Lord and her entourage were messengers distributing invitations on behalf of various clans, and on the way back to the tribe, coincidentally encountered the Three-Eyed Clan's youths who were also on their way to lodge a complaint with the Nuwa Clan.

As a Divine Rank expert and envoy, the Snake Lord never traveled at random; a large retinue waited at a distance.

The mount was a gigantic three-tailed red fox, with a head larger than the nearby kilometer-high mountain, its three tails hanging down the mountain like three red rivers.

Actual blood also flowed into a river.

"Who?!"

"Who did this?!"

The warriors of the Nuwa Clan were furious.

The eternally dry face of the Snake Lord also noticeably darkened.

"Snake Lord, be careful!" Bei stayed close to the Snake Lord, vigilant, his legs already transformed into a snake's tail.

This three-tailed fox didn't originate from Qingqiu Country, but with the support of the Nuwa Clan, it had cultivated three tails, a bona fide Immortal Rank, yet it died here inexplicably.

Judging by its death state, it hadn't the slightest chance to resist.

"Thump!" The Snake Lord thumped the ground with the wooden staff.

Amid the rustling leaves, snapping twigs, and the endless hissing sound, snakes of varying sizes and colors slithered towards the corpse of the three-tailed red fox from all directions.

Soon, a mountain of snakes, in the shape of the three-tailed red fox, appeared before them.

Xiang, Jiao, and others, though over thirty meters tall, were still paralyzed and trembling before this several-thousand-meter-long snake mountain.

The Snake Lord's face turned even uglier as all the remaining members of the Nuwa Clan in the vicinity vanished.