I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

Therefore, this first jar of wine must be smashed to the ground so that we can all smell the aroma of the wine, which will naturally be fair." With a slight smile, Ye Chongren continued to talk nonsense.

"Great! Why didn't I think of that?" After hearing Ye Chongren's explanation, Qiangliang, the ancestor of thunder, slapped his thigh and couldn't help laughing. He thought it was wonderful.

"Fellow Daoist, you gave us wine to drink, you must have other purposes, right?" Di Jiang was not stupid, and he did not think that there was such a good thing in the world. Ye Chongren and Zhen Yuanzi must have something to ask for.

"We..." Zhen Yuanzi wanted to explain, but was stopped by Ye Chongren.

“My fellow ancestor witches, I came here mainly to expand the production of wine.

My race has exhausted everything to brew this batch of wine. It is obviously unrealistic to want to continue brewing wine.

But the Wu Clan is different. You are the masters of the prehistoric world. If I get your support, how much wine can I produce?

Fellow witches, in my opinion, delicious food and drinks should be shared. I am the leader of my tribe, and you are the kings of the witch tribe. You cannot just think about yourselves when you have delicious food. While we enjoy the benefits, we should also take care of our people.

"If... I say if... if you, the Wu Clan, are willing to cooperate with our human race, we can cultivate Fire Spirit Millet, Golden Jade Wheat, Water Millet, Earth Oil Millet, and Wood Marrow Bean together, then collect spiritual fruits and brew large quantities of them. Our future will surely be prosperous." Shedding a tear, Ye Chongren began his speech.

The human race is inherently weak because their brains develop first, and their greatest advantage is also their brains.

At the same time, Ye Chongren is also a soul traveler. He has seen a lot of brainwashing. If he applies this to someone else, the effect will be too good.

"Well said... Fellow Daoist Suihuang, we accept your cooperation... Hahaha, it would be great if we could drink every day."

"That's right, this thing should be popularized across the board. If the men of my tribe can also drink it, that would be perfect."

"Fellow Daoist Suihuang, please make the arrangements directly. I will have the Wu Clan's men fully assist you with whatever you need us to do."

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After listening to Ye Chongren's speech, Xuanming, Gonggong, Shebisi and others were deeply moved, tears welled up in their eyes, and they had already accepted Ye Chongren.

Members of the Wu clan are like this, they are stubborn and rigid, they don't use their brains to do things, they rely on their fists for everything.

They are very strong towards other races, which gives people a wrong understanding that members of the witch clan are difficult to get along with.

In fact, the Wu clan is not difficult to get along with, but they are unwilling to trust others easily. However, once they trust others, they will definitely be wholeheartedly good to you.

Because of the wine, except for Dijiang, the remaining eleven ancestral witches all recognized Ye Chongren. In conjunction with Ye Chongren's speech, they instantly accepted Ye Chongren. From now on, anyone who dares to bully Ye Chongren must first ask their fists.

"It's not just that, right? You should be seeking asylum." Di Jiang was not confused, but stared at Ye Chongren and expressed his guess.

From the very beginning, Dijiang was on guard because Ye Chongren and Zhen Yuanzi came too deliberately, and Dijiang always felt that something was wrong.

"Brother, even if you seek asylum, what does it matter? Our Wu clan has the strength to do so.

Besides, Fellow Daoist Suihuang is not here to cause us any trouble.

Fellow Daoist Suihuang has already said that they will provide the technology, we will grow the wine together, and after refining it, we will keep 80% of the profits, while the human race will only take 20%. Why wouldn't you agree to this offer?" Seeing Dijiang's sullen face, Xuanming Zuwu was unhappy and felt that Dijiang was being unkind.

"That's right. Apart from them, which other ethnic group is willing to cooperate with us? It's rare that Brother Suihuang has this intention." Houtu was also dissatisfied with Dijiang and pouted to express her dissatisfaction.

"Brother, what are you worried about? Fellow Daoist Suihuang is only at the level of a Xuanxian...Xuanxian...cough cough cough, Fellow Daoist Suihuang, isn't your cultivation level too low?" When it comes to cultivation level, Gonggong fell silent, feeling that Ye Chongren's cultivation level was very low.

Thinking that Ye Chongren only had the cultivation level of a Xuanxian, the ancestor of witches Gonggong was even more unhappy. They were twelve quasi-saints, but they were actually on guard against a Xuanxian. Aren't they afraid of being laughed at if they told others about it?