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Walk along a small path and turn a corner, and you will reach an elegant wooden door in the bamboo forest.

Sliding door, there is a different world inside.

The three-courtyard complex is hidden in the Ming Palace, where gather the most loyal subordinates of all previous Demon Lords, who are plotting to overthrow the rule of the new Demon Lord.

Nan Rongrui and Changyu Lanshan led the way. They pushed open the door of the main hall and walked in, followed by Lu Zhaozhao.

As she stepped into the hall, a feather arrow shot straight towards her, followed by several hidden weapons of strange shapes.

The bamboo sword was unsheathed and these things were knocked away one by one.

He took a few steps back to steady himself, and a big hand appeared in front of him again.

Lu Zhaozhao was a little annoyed. She had been here for such a long time and not only had she not participated in the selection, but she was also forcibly brought to such a place. As soon as she entered the door, she was faced with all kinds of tests.

She gathered her true energy into her palm and collided head-on with the big palm in front of her.

The cultivation base of both of them was not lower than Nascent Soul stage, and each had his own strengths. It was difficult to tell the winner for a while. The aftermath of the collision between their palms shook the surrounding bamboo forest, making it rustle.

After a long stalemate, a man walked out of the main hall.

He was wearing a mask, so his true face couldn't be seen. With his hands behind his back, he said in a low voice to the person fighting, "Huai Jiang, that's enough. If you make any more noise, it will attract attention."

After hearing this, Huai Jiang, who was fighting, reluctantly withdrew and retreated behind the person who spoke.

"Miss Guannan, I am a member of the Diaogu tribe, following the order of Sang Jie. The one you just fought with was Huai Jiang from the Yupei tribe."

Lu Zhaozhao listened to what the person opposite him said and took a look. Although he was dissatisfied, it was not good to act wildly in someone else's territory, so he nodded as a greeting.

Several more people walked out of the main hall, some tall, some short, some fat, some thin, some male and some female.

Cheng Sangjie continued to introduce them one by one: "Zhehe of the Taifeng tribe, Jieyi of the Jimeng tribe, Tudan Xixiang of the Di people, Lu Nan of the Lushu tribe, and Nan Rongrui and Changyu Lanshan, whom you met before."

The other seven people were standing sparsely. Except for Nan Rongrui who waved to her enthusiastically, the others all nodded in response.

Cheng Sangjie greeted them and continued, "Given Miss Guannan's status, the subordinate tribes don't need to see her. After all, it's enough for us tribes to know the inside story of this great plan."

"Wait, are we just trusting her like that? What if she has ulterior motives?" Jie Yi of the Jimeng tribe interrupted.

Cheng Sangjie did not answer for Lu Zhaozhao, but just looked at her.

Lu Zhaozhao sighed. This was forcing her to express herself.

Then he looked up and said to the crowd in front of him: "Now that I'm here, even if I want to turn against you, I'm afraid the Demon Lord won't believe it. Besides, everyone here is gathered for profit, so how many of them have pure intentions?"

After hearing this, Tu Shanxi of the Di people couldn't help but applaud, and was glared at by Jie Yi.

Seeing this, Cheng Sangjie stepped out to take charge. "Now that this is the case, our nine clans have officially reached an alliance. Everyone present knows the power of the Demon Lord, which is why the elders of each clan were reluctant to take such a huge risk by allowing us, the younger generation, to form an alliance on their behalf. I hope that everyone can work together and plan for a greater good in the future!"

I have to say that the people of the eight tribes really have their own style. For example, Cheng Sangjie is eloquent and with just a few words he can make everyone become grasshoppers on the same rope.

It’s a pity that she is not a real member of the Nüba tribe. I don’t know what the scene will be like when everyone present finds out about this in the future.

Lu Zhaozhao thought about it and couldn't help laughing out loud. Seeing that several people were looking at her unhappily, she quickly restrained her expression.

Cheng Sangjie's tone sounded calm. He asked, "Miss Guannan, do you have any questions?"

Lu Zhaozhao replied, "I'm thinking, the Demon Lord can restrict each race to sending only small groups of people to Minggong City with just one word. Although you all have excellent bloodlines and are geniuses of your respective races, at the moment, you can only live in a house like this and talk about opposing the government. It's a bit unrealistic, isn't it?"

"If you're scared, just turn around and leave!" Huai Jiang seemed to be an impatient person, and was a little angry after hearing what Lu Zhaozhao said.

"What? Is everyone here completely sure?" Lu Zhaozhao looked around. From the very beginning, she could see that everyone here was not united.

"Alright." Cheng Sangji's tone was slightly serious, suppressing the restless hearts present. He looked at Lu Zhaozhao, his eyes showing a hint of seriousness, as if he had changed his opinion of her.

“Although not many people from the Eight Clans came, Miss Guannan must have forgotten that the Eight Clans still have roots in the Ming Palace.”

Lu Zhaozhao thought for a moment and said, "Demon Army?"

"Yes!" Cheng Sangjie nodded. "Each of the eight clans has a capable leader, leading a team of demon soldiers to guard the Ming Palace. This is our greatest reliance."

Lu Zhaozhao nodded in agreement, but still asked: "If that's the case, why do you insist on me joining? The Nüba tribe has no soldiers."

This time, Cheng Sangjie did not speak, but was instead interrupted by Nan Rongrui.

She said, "Because we need you to do something. This is something only you, as a member of the Nüba tribe, can do."