The Primordial War: The Symbol Emperor

"Clan leader, I refuse to accept this!" the Seventh Elder roared angrily. Her eyes blazed with fury, and black flames erupted from her seven orifices.

Of the dozens of people present, she had the strongest opinion. Although the Grand Elder was wise and intelligent, in her view, he was too weak and unworthy to lead the noble and powerful Vermilion Bird Clan.

If the Grand Elder were to lead the Vermilion Bird Clan, he would surely ruin the clan's prestige.

In the Seventh Elder's mind, the First Elder was a coward who always hesitated and was not worthy of being a member of the Vermilion Bird Clan, let alone leading the Vermilion Bird Clan!

"Chieftain, I refuse to submit!"

"Me too..."

A dozen or so people responded.

Seeing everyone agree, the Seventh Elder's eyes blazed with fury, and he shouted, "The First Elder is a good-for-nothing! How can he lead us?"

She was furious. She said, "He was slapped in the face, and he still greeted it with a smile. He's a disgrace to our Vermilion Bird clan and doesn't deserve to be a member of our clan at all..."

The Seventh Elder utterly despised the First Elder's cowardice. Every time he saw the First Elder, he would hurl insults at him, yet the First Elder always greeted him with a smile, truly displaying extreme cowardice. The two had always been sworn enemies within the clan.

Those who had just echoed him shrank back upon hearing the Seventh Elder's words, daring not to utter another word.

Knowing the deep-seated hatred between the two, they dared not get involved, fearing they would bring trouble upon themselves.

"Enough!" Zhuque snapped. She knew that the two were incompatible and often clashed within the clan.

He roared, "You stay by my side!"

"Clan leader..." The Seventh Elder's flames died down, knowing that the clan leader was about to get angry. He glanced at the crowd who had just echoed him.

I noticed that they were all keeping their eyes down, as if I hadn't said anything at all.

The flames that the Seventh Elder had just extinguished suddenly shot up again, reaching a height of over three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

"Hmm..." Zhuque's eyebrows furrowed.

The Seventh Elder obediently shut his mouth and suppressed his anger.

"Hmph..." Zhuque snorted coldly, glancing at everyone. She said, "This matter is settled. Do you have any further questions?"

The dozen or so people who had just echoed the Seventh Elder spoke up one after another, asking, "Clan Chief, what should we do?"

"Yes, clan leader, I also disagree with the Grand Elder."

"We cannot obey his orders."

Clearly, the Grand Elder's wisdom and brilliance did not earn him the affection of the people.

All because the Grand Elder was too weak, they all despised him.

"You must all live in seclusion. You are not to emerge from the world without my command!"

Zhuque instructed everyone to handle their current affairs and do what they were supposed to do, and then went into seclusion, not to emerge from the world.

After the explanation, everyone understood, and the clan leader was indeed wise.

Having the Grand Elder deal with the various races is something only the Grand Elder is truly capable of; they simply can't do it.

All they need to do is quietly go into seclusion to improve their cultivation. The Grand Elder can't control them anyway. This decision is exactly what they want.

As everyone left, they all glanced at the Seventh Elder with schadenfreude.

The story of these two mortal enemies has spread throughout the Vermilion Bird Clan.

In fact, the First Elder was not as bad as the Seventh Elder described; on the contrary, he made great contributions.

The Vermilion Bird Clan's ability to sweep away powerful enemies from all sides is all thanks to the Grand Elder's strategic planning. He is the Vermilion Bird Clan's strategist and has a fearsome reputation in the south.

He has schemed against countless races, and his fearsome reputation is even greater than that of the Vermilion Bird.

Moreover, the Grand Elder's cultivation was incredibly powerful. Among the Vermilion Bird Clan, besides the Vermilion Birds themselves, he was the strongest, the second strongest member of the Vermilion Bird Clan.

Over the years, he has slain countless innate deities. When the patriarchs of the various races in the south meet the Grand Elder, they tremble with fear and politely offer him precious spiritual materials.

As for what the Seventh Elder said about being slapped and then smiling in response, that's simply not true.

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As the billions of Vermilion Birds disappeared into the distance, black flames flickered in its eyes.

Seeing that Zhuque remained silent, the Seventh Elder couldn't help but ask, "Clan leader, why do you want to keep me here?"

Zhuque glanced at her and said, "Pearl, you're getting more and more outrageous!"

The Seventh Elder is named Zhu Zhu. Both of them are women and are on good terms in private, addressing each other by their first names.

"Hehe!" Zhu Zhu chuckled mischievously, stepped forward and hugged Zhu Que's arm, laughing, "I'm just stating the facts, so why can't I say the facts?"

"You..." Zhuque extended her slender finger and tapped her forehead, saying helplessly, "Where is the Great Elder weak? Our clan's achievements today are largely due to the Great Elder's contributions. How could he be as incompetent as you describe?"

"Hmph... Anyway, I just don't like him. He's timid and hesitant in his actions, lacking any of the demeanor of our Vermilion Bird Clan. He's unworthy to be our clan's Grand Elder, much less to lead the heroes of our Vermilion Bird Clan!" Zhu Zhu said disdainfully.

"Do you have a clansman you like?" Suzaku asked.

"No! Why do you ask that, sister? Shouldn't we cultivators prioritize the path of cultivation?" Zhu Zhu asked, puzzled.

"Really?" Zhuque's eyes blazed with black fire.

“Of course! We are single-mindedly pursuing the Great Dao, how could we be greedy for these things?” Zhu Zhu said without thinking.

"That's good!" Suzaku smiled. "Listen to me..."

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After decades of flying, the Vermilion Bird army returned to the Immortal Volcano.

The Fifth Elder sat in a brightly colored hall, opposite a fair-skinned, refined young man.

The young man was exceptionally handsome, with a tall and slender body, and snow-white, translucent skin with a faint blush.

He had long eyebrows, clear black and white eyes, and bright, dark pupils. His features were delicate and refined, a perfect combination.

At first glance, he doesn't seem like a man, but more like a woman. But upon closer inspection, his refined demeanor carries an air of royalty.

His dark, bright eyes gleamed with wisdom.

The Fifth Elder presented him with the Southern Flame Banner with both hands, saying, "Elder, the Clan Chief bestows upon you the Southern Flame Banner, entrusting you with the management of the clan's power."

The Grand Elder's expression changed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he accepted the Southern Flame Banner.

He asked solemnly, "What does the clan leader mean by this?"

The Fifth Elder recounted all of Vermilion Bird's instructions and solemnly addressed the First Elder, saying, "The rise and fall of the Vermilion Bird clan is entrusted to the First Elder!"

"I never imagined that fate could not be defied! Fate is unpredictable..." the elder sighed helplessly.

He solemnly addressed the Fifth Elder, "I will certainly not fail in my mission. You may now go into seclusion in peace!"

"Yes! We all trust you completely!" The Fifth Elder nodded and smiled, "As the clan leader knows, only you are capable of handling this matter!"

"However!" the Fifth Elder said solemnly, "The Clan Chief has said that he hopes you will not delay your cultivation. Any schemes or tribulations can be burned to ashes in the face of our clan's absolute strength. The Clan Chief does not want to see our clan lose a peerless expert because of your sacrifice for the greater good of the clan!"

He paused for a moment and then said, "Therefore, the clan leader bestowed this great treasure in the hope that our clan will gain another peerless expert!"

"Clan leader, you are truly talented; I am ashamed!" the First Elder said admiringly. Although he was intelligent and wise, he lacked decisiveness. He did not possess the Vermilion Bird's courage and resoluteness.

"The clan leader possesses great wisdom, which is indeed beyond our reach! We entrust all matters of the clan to you!"

Having said that, he turned and left without saying anything more.

The Grand Elder tapped his index finger on the table, deep in thought. He murmured, "Emperor Weichen, what exactly are you plotting?"

Wei Chen has made great contributions to the Vermilion Bird Clan, yet he has never asked for anything in return.

There must be a huge conspiracy behind this...