Protect Our Clan Leader

“Many thanks to the Asura Lord for your mediation, and gratitude for Great Commander Destruction’s kindness.” Demonic God Moyu’s eyes lit up, immediately putting on an expression of deep gratitude, “My lord, we are eagerly waiting for a Demon Lord to lead us; it’s been so long.”

“Demonic God Moyu, do your best and do not disappoint this Demon Lord’s expectations of you.” Seeing her express such loyalty, the Asura Demon Lord’s face softened slightly, and offered some encouragement, “When this Demon Lord arrives, you will surely be promoted to my right-hand position, making your status comparable to Jiuyu.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

Upon hearing these words, Demonic God Moyu was “overjoyed,” and immediately said another stream of words to express her loyalty before ending the communication with the Asura Demon Lord.

A few days later.

As expected, the Asura Demon Lord sent several boxes of supplies through the hyperspace corridor.

This “space delivery,” like hyperspace communication, is one of the auxiliary functions of the hyperspace corridor.

Now, with the hyperspace corridor severely damaged, delivering ships and troops is far from possible, but taking advantage of the still stable space channel to send some supplies is still feasible.

These supplies were all packed in special supply boxes, which protected the supplies inside from being damaged by the power of space during the space delivery. The cost of these supply boxes is not cheap either, but compared to the contents inside, it’s insignificant.

After Wang Fugui received the supply boxes, he opened them at the base and indeed found them filled with glittering space crystals: three thousand ordinary space crystals, forty high-grade space crystals, not a single piece more or less, with a total value equivalent to fifty or sixty pieces of Chaos Spirit Stones.

Even Wang Fugui, who had seen much of the world, couldn’t help but show a satisfied smile upon seeing these space crystals.

Truly grateful for the Demonic Clan brothers’ support in building the Wang family~

“Young Master Fugui, shall we continue repairing the hyperspace corridor?” Demonic God Moyu asked respectfully.

“Repair it, of course. You’re almost done anyway, aren’t you? It won’t consume too many resources.” Wang Fugui ordered people to take away the space crystals and said with a grin, “If we don’t repair it, how will Brother Asura Demon Lord come to visit us?”

Demonic God Moyu shivered and almost immediately realized what was going on.

Young Master Fugui not only swindled a large amount of resources from the Demonic Clan’s base camp but also has designs on the Asura Demon Lord.

Poor Asura Demon Lord, its fate is probably… Haha~

As for perhaps facing the issue of Great Commander Destruction’s army at their doorstep thousands of years later, that’s a story for another time.

With the means the Wang family has always displayed, who should be worried at that time is still uncertain.

…

A little earlier.

Luojing.

Divine Que.

Dingyun Divine Palace.

In the Provincy Office, after handling tedious official duties, the Cangping God Emperor was somewhat fatigued in spirit.

He drank Nutritious Soup, with a gloom that was hard to express in his slightly lowered eyes.

“Your Majesty, this old servant is puzzled by something.” Eunuch Old Tan, thoughts swirling, stepped forward to massage the Majesty’s shoulders to relieve stress and asked in a low voice, “In the previous court meeting, why did you not mention the wage arrears case of the Barbarian Giant Stonehammer Tribe, nor investigate it, but instead ordered strict control of any leaks?”

“Hmph! What do you know, old thing?” Cangping God Emperor snorted coldly, his voice wrapped in deep coldness, “What’s there to investigate in such matters? Those with the ability and courage to do such things, naturally, there is only one.”

Eunuch Old Tan shivered all over, his gaze immediately showing apprehension: “Your Majesty, are you speaking of Marshal Ji?”

“Ha, who else but him?” A fierce look flitted through Cangping God Emperor’s eyes.

Marshal Ji, known as Ji Taichang, is the Old Ancestor of the Ji Family, one of the only two God Clans in the Eastern Dawn God Continent, with an ancestral title of “Tranquil Sky Divine King.”

This title was conferred personally by the founding Divine Emperor of the Xuanyuan Family, its meaning self-evident, naturally signifying equality with the Xuanyuan Family Divine Emperor.

The Ji Family and the Xuanyuan Family originate from the same lineage, and the two are essentially brother families; hence, the founding Divine Emperor conferred such a title to attract and unite them.

However, with so many millennia gone by, the meaning of this title has become nuanced.

“If it’s Marshal Ji then…” Eunuch Old Tan also felt helpless.

“Marshal Ji has been in charge of the Ministry of War for many years. If this emperor were to investigate this matter, it would mean tearing apart with Marshal Ji, with the potential to break the original delicate relationship.” Cangping God Emperor said coldly, “The Old Marshal is over twenty thousand years older than this emperor. When this emperor first ascended the throne and had yet to establish a firm foundation, it was entirely thanks to the Old Marshal’s full support. How could this emperor not remember those past ties?”

Saying the words “past ties,” Cangping God Emperor’s eyes instead became colder. Clearly, the period of the subordinate being stronger than the superior was not a pleasant time to remember.

“This, this, this…” Eunuch Old Tan worriedly asked, “Your Majesty, how should this be handled? Is this matter to be simply let go?”

“Haha, Old Tan, don’t think of Marshal Ji as so contemptible.” At this point, Cangping God Emperor actually smiled kindly, “Marshal Ji’s handling of this matter was indeed somewhat improper, but this emperor is confident that he would never do anything to harm the Human race. Presumably, it’s just his usual old thinking, finding the Barbarian Tribe unreliable, coupled with a shortage of military funds, temporarily withholding the Stonehammer Tribe’s funds.”

“Your Majesty speaks most reasonably; this old servant was overthinking.” Eunuch Old Tan appeared greatly relieved.