"Why do I have twenty thousand troops under my command..."
"You can go out and see for yourself."
Fang Jufeng's expression flickered, and he immediately went out. After a short while, he returned with an extremely gloomy expression.
Without any surprise, his tribe and sacred beasts had all defected to Wan Lei.
Everyone had gone to the Holy Beast there, and all the sacred beasts had gone into the Myriad Demon Formation, leaving only a group of Fang family members and affiliated disciples looking at each other in dismay.
"Hmph, what did you do to my sacred beasts!"
Fang Jufeng slammed the table and roared at Wan Lei, pointing at him.
"Fang Jufeng, if you want to live, just follow me honestly. If you don't want to, then scram. No one here is forcing you to stay. I only agreed to take you in out of consideration for Xiao Yu and Old Fang. Do you really think I can't do without you?
If you think you can fight those six Mahayana stage cultivators by yourself, then go. I'll return all your tribe and sacred beasts to you."
"An upstart! If you were in the Lei Feng Realm, would you dare to speak to me like this?!"
His dignity insulted, Fang Jufeng was furious.
"I speak like this everywhere. If you don't believe me, go and ask around."
Hearing this, Fang Jufeng suddenly remembered the instructions Old Fang gave him before he came.
This kid really has the ability to anger people to death.
Is this kid naturally at odds with the Fang family?
Fang Jufeng gritted his teeth and suddenly looked at Fang Xiaoyu.
After all, no matter what, Fang Xiaoyu was a direct descendant of the Fang family, and she couldn't not speak up for him.
"Uncle Jufeng, you should calm down and see the situation clearly. We are the only ones with Mahayana stage heads on our side. Even if you go to the opposite side, our six are not enough to go around. Unless you are determined to kill us all, including Elder Chen.
If you can't make that decision, it's better to join forces with us and deal with the enemies together. At least we have enough Mahayana stage heads here to allow you to successfully complete the mission, get rewards, and leave alive."
Seeing the two people on the verge of drawing their swords, Fang Xiaoyu felt obliged to mediate, but the mediation she offered was worse than none.
This was entirely speaking in favor of Wan Lei.
"A grown daughter really turns her back on her family. Fine, we'll see!"
Fang Jufeng threw down a harsh word and then turned away angrily.
Watching his retreating figure, Wan Lei sighed. He didn't want to be so tough, but for victory, he had to unite everyone and make them all obey his command. Otherwise, they would be like a scattered pile of sand, fighting separately, and would eventually be defeated in one blow.
With Fang Jufeng's arrogant personality, the more Wan Lei appeased him, the less he would put Wan Lei in his eyes. On the contrary, if you suppressed him and surpassed him, even if he didn't necessarily accept it, he would at least listen to you.
Wan Lei had already inquired about this from Fang Xiaoyu before Fang Jufeng arrived.
Even if he still held a grudge, as long as his tribe and sacred beasts were still under Wan Lei's control, he couldn't cause any major trouble. When they reached the battlefield, the enemies would naturally force him to fight desperately.
"I think we need a banner,"
The little Taoist nun, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.
"Banner?"
Wan Lei frowned slightly.
"Yes, since you are already the leader of this... this alliance, however reluctant, then naturally everyone must listen to you. On the battlefield, soldiers need a spiritual symbol, and that is the role of a banner.
As long as the banner does not fall, the soldiers will have morale and will continue to fight the enemy. If there is no banner, the soldiers will not know where to charge or where to defend.
So the banner is very important. You should erect your banner."
"Well, what the little Taoist nun said makes sense..."
"What little Taoist nun? I am a hundred years older than you."
The sexy and beautiful little Taoist nun, who looked to be around thirty years old, rolled her eyes and picked up her wine pot to drink.
"If I call you a little Taoist nun, you are a little Taoist nun. I can't call you an old Taoist nun, can I?"
Seeing the little Taoist nun glare and about to speak again, Wan Lei quickly changed the subject,
"Have someone hurry up and make a 'Wan' character banner."
"No need."
Wan Liuchuan stood up and patted his storage bag. A folded piece of black cloth appeared in his hand.
Sui Xiaohang, Qi Manyao, and others stood up and, together with Wan Liuchuan, held the four corners of this large black flag and raised it.
The flag was large, occupying almost all the space in the tent. The base color was black, and it was embroidered with a golden "萬" character.
The character "萬" was written with great spirit, appearing fierce and powerful, exuding an overbearing and contemptuous aura.
"You're pretty good, Wan Liuchuan. You actually carry this thing with you?"
Wan Lei's eyes widened in surprise.
Wan Liuchuan gave Wan Lei a cold look.
"Are you even a member of the Wan family? You don't even have the Wan family's banner on you."
Hearing this, Wan Lei gasped. Did Wan Liuchuan find out?
"Before I left the Wan family, I knew it would be difficult to return. So I brought a 'Wan' character banner to remind myself that my surname is Wan, and I am a member of the Wan family.
Once, this banner was the most noble and supreme banner in the Lei Feng Realm. I hope that one day, it can flutter again in the highest place of the Lei Feng Realm."
"It will."
Wan Lei nodded solemnly and shouted,
"Someone, erect the flagpole and raise our 'Wan' character banner!!!"
Below Zhenhai Mountain, on a high ground, under the overcast sky and amidst the pouring purple rain, a black "Wan" character banner fluttered in the wind, standing in the highest place.
All the warriors from the tribes knew that the person leading them home, the person leading them to survive, was called Wan Lei.
A deafening roar of cheers and admiration erupted from the continuous encampment.
Fang Jufeng, who had returned to his own tribal area, looked at the fluttering banner and snorted coldly.
"I'll cooperate with you for now. When we get back to the Lei Feng Realm, I'll see how I deal with you."
After saying this, Fang Jufeng thought about it carefully. He realized that he couldn't really do anything to Wan Lei.
Calling a bunch of people to kill him? To kill Wan Lei, he would definitely have to get past Fang Xiaoyu. The clan leader would go crazy and fight him, wouldn't he? After all, Fang Xiaoyu was the apple of the entire Fang family's eye.
Beat him up? He might not even be able to win. This kid could break through to the Nascent Soul stage at any time. His current Nascent Soul stage is already so powerful; what would happen after he broke through to the Nascent Soul stage?
Thinking about Wan Lei's combat power and his potential, Fang Jufeng suddenly felt that with Wan Lei's talent, he was bound to reach the Tribulation Crossing stage in the future, and perhaps even become an immortal.
Thinking this way, it seemed like it wasn't the Fang family that was leaning on Wan Lei, but rather Wan Lei was supporting the Fang family.
Although he still snorted in his heart with displeasure, at this moment he had to admire Fang Xiaoyu's vision and understand why the clan leader had supported Fang Xiaoyu and Wan Lei's union against all opposition.