Published: February 2, 2025
The woman said lightly, “The benefits I mentioned come in many forms. One type is the material benefits of wealth; another type is the benefits related to connections and background; and yet another type is the benefits related to opportunities and the future…”
“That star realm is extremely barren, so it clearly cannot be about material wealth. As for City Lord Jin Hu and the Blood Demon Great Emperor, they don't have much background either. It seems that the first type is unlikely,” she continued.
The woman narrowed her eyes, “So tell me, how great must an opportunity be for Pan Gu La to go so far as to become an enemy of my Heaven Clan?”
The old elder’s expression changed, “This… this can’t be possible, right? What kind of opportunity could exist in such a place?”
The woman replied flatly, “What in this world is impossible? In fact, the so-called opportunity may not necessarily be Pan Gu La's, nor for the komodo beast clan. I remember that Pan Gu La's son Saroya is also one of the heirs of the komodo beast clan, right?”
“Seems like it,” the elder responded.
“That’s right,” the woman squinted, “Since Pan Gu La is backing Saroya so fiercely, it could be that this is related to whether Saroya can inherit the komodo beast clan. If you think about it from this perspective, doesn't it make more sense?”
The old elder pondered, “So the meaning is that eliminating the Lord of the Corpse Nation is a test from the komodo beast clan for Saroya? And Pan Gu La is risking everything to oppose our Heaven Clan for his son’s future?”
Upon realizing this, the old elder was completely enlightened.
Yes, that was the reason.
If it was about whether his son could inherit the clan, then no matter what Pan Gu La did, it would all make sense.
“Master, does this mean that Pan Gu La is just using the power of others? How could he use the entire clan to oppose us because of his son's matter?” The old elder spoke with a fierce glint in his eyes.
The woman glanced at the elder, “So you mean I’ve been talking to you in vain?”
The elder was taken aback, “But if Pan Gu La looks down on our Heaven Clan like this, didn't you just say…”
The woman answered flatly, “You are referring to the issue of face, aren't you?”
The elder nodded.
The woman continued, “What I said earlier was just one possibility. Have you considered another possibility? What if Pan Gu La’s actions are not about his son’s inheritance, but that there is actually an ancient and powerful force behind that star realm? This force surpasses our Heaven Clan, even strong enough that Pan Gu La himself can only brace himself to step forward. Would you still be concerned about issues of face at that point?”
The old elder was stunned.
The woman looked at him, “Do you think this is impossible?”
The elder nodded hesitantly, “A force far beyond our Heaven Clan… such a force is exceedingly rare in the entire cosmic sea. Would it really remain in such a remote area?”
The woman said calmly, “But what if it is? Although the chance is one in a billion, it is not completely impossible.”
The elder's expression darkened as he fell silent. He understood the Master’s meaning: if this slim chance were to come true, then their Heaven Clan would unwittingly provoke an ancient force, and seeking trouble with them would be akin to seeking death.
But could this really be possible?
“The Lord of the Corpse Nation is just a small character under our Heaven Clan. His death is inconsequential; it’s a minor matter that does not concern our core interests. However, if we have to go against the komodo beast clan just for the sake of face because of this small character, wouldn’t that be foolish?” The woman’s gaze shifted towards the distant horizon.
The elder bowed deeply, “What you say is extremely correct. I was reckless.”
The woman smiled, “The world is not just about fighting and killing; it’s also about human feelings and social dynamics. We can bully those without background and connections. Even if we wipe out their entire clan, it doesn’t matter. They will just shout things like ‘Don’t bully the young and poor; thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.’ They might still be muttering about ‘a gentleman’s revenge, ten years is not too late’ when they die.”