Prehistoric God Level Choice: Get Suzaku at the start

Chen Xuan looked at Jiang Sheng with a smile on his face: "Master Patriarch, can't you see what I am doing? I am killing harm for the human race!"

"Bold and presumptuous! Do you still think of me as the leader of the clan?" Jiang Sheng was about to be angry to death. "This Yongji Bookstore is an important channel for educating the human race. You destroyed it. How can you be worthy of thousands of people?"

Thousands of fellow human beings?”

The patriarch's speaking skills were very high, and he put the hat on Chen Xuan's head in just a few words.

Obstructing enlightenment is a huge crime. If it is carried out, not even a saint can protect him.

Ji Yao had already arrived at this time. She didn't say anything, she just stood silently beside her man and expressed her support for him with practical actions.

The silly big Xingwu stood behind Chen Xuan: "Old man, I advise you to respect my master! Otherwise, I will not know you, the leader of the Bird Clan!"

Jiang Sheng was almost angry to death. He turned to look at Hou Tu: "Lord Zu Wu, is it possible that the Wu clan wants to interfere in the internal affairs of my human clan?"

Hou Tu shook his head: "I just think there must be some misunderstanding, and everyone needs to talk it out!"

Jiang Hong interjected from the side: "Master Ancestral Witch, I think you have been domineering in your own clan for too long. Have you forgotten where this is?"

Chen Xuan's eyes flashed: "You deserve a beating!"

The relic shot out like lightning and hit Jiang Hong's mouth, shattering all his teeth.

Young Master Jiang's mouth was full of blood and he could no longer speak. He could only stare at Chen Xuan with hateful eyes.

Jiang Sheng gritted his teeth: "Chen Xuan, you must give us all an explanation today, otherwise, I will ask a saint to intervene!"

"If you want to explain, no problem!" Chen Xuan waved, and a thick booklet flew into his hand, and then handed it to Ji Yao.

Ji Yao opened a page at random and read loudly: "On x, month, x, xx, I purchased a copy of the manuscript from xx for two coins."

"On x day, x month, x year, a total of fifteen thousand copies of x book were sold, and the author was paid three taels of silver."

"On x day, x month, x year, the sales of x book were not smooth, and I received a compensation of 300 taels from the author!"

She read less than a page, and the people surrounding her were already in an uproar.

"You were given two cents of silver to purchase the manuscript?"

"Sell 15,000 copies and get three taels of silver as a reward? Isn't this too dark?"

"Did I hear wrongly? If the book cannot be sold, the author still has to compensate?"

Chen Xuan raised the brochure and said, "Have you heard this? This is how Yongji Calligraphy and Literature flourished in literature and education!"

"They are just a bunch of moths. Both authors and readers will be exploited by them!"

The surrounding human race people were already surprisingly angry:

"Yes, you are right, this Yongji Bookstore is not a good thing!"

"I can prove that one of my ancestral manuscripts was forcibly taken away by them, and later they asked me to pay for the printing!"

"Bah, these moths died too late!"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Jiang Sheng quickly shouted:

"Maybe you are right, but this should be discussed by the elders of the clan, and punishment can only be imposed after the results are obtained. By doing this, you are overstepping your authority!"

"My Lord Patriarch, can you really not see it?" Chen Xuan pointed to the demon heads on the ground, "Why do these demon clans sneak into Yongji Bookstore? If they are in normal contact, why do they hide their identity?

identity?"

Jiang Sheng hemmed and hawed and could no longer speak. In the end, he had no choice but to lead the guards and leave in dejection amidst everyone's laughter.

"Ms. sir, he..."

Ji Yao wanted to say something, but was stopped by Chen Xuan: "I understand, but it's useful to keep him now. Let's wait a few days!"

Xing Wu grinned widely: "Master, you are still the best. You really don't care about life and death. If you don't accept it, you will do it! I admire you for this!"

Hou Tu came over with worry on his face: "Aren't you afraid of bad consequences if you openly kill the demon clan like this?"

"Sister Houtu, you will understand after reading this. Even if I don't destroy this place, I'm afraid the demon clan won't let me go."

A stabbing sword with azure light appeared in Chen Xuan's hand. It was the tail stabbing sword of Demon Commander Qin Yuan.

Hou Tu's pupils suddenly shrank and he covered his mouth in surprise: "Could this be..."

"Yes, it is Qin Yuan's natal magic weapon, so the demon clan and I have nothing to say to each other."

After telling Hou Tu exactly what happened, she realized that Chen Xuan's move was a last resort.

"If, and I mean if, you are desperate one day, you can come to our Wu Clan. I swear to the law of heaven, the Wu Clan will not let you down!"

Hou Tu is one of the twelve ancestral witches, so he is naturally qualified to say such words. Chen Xuanyi handed over his hand:

"Thank you, Sister Houtu, I will remember it!"

…

"Alas...Chen Chen Chen...Brother Chen has caused trouble again. This time he even offended the empress's clan. I wonder if the empress will punish him!"

Yang Chan squatted on the ground and talked to a grass.

"Xiaocao, let me tell you, I dreamed about Brother Chen again in my dream yesterday. He even smiled at me!"

"I don't know who to tell, I can only tell you."

"Ah, the queen is calling me, goodbye. I'll chat with you next time."

Yang Chan turned around and ran away, but she didn't see the grass actually waving goodbye to her.

…

The ceremony for the sacrifice of Empress Nuwa was about to begin in six days. Chen Xuan gave her the colorful dress and feather dance diagram obtained from the system and asked her to present it to Nuwa at the ceremony.

Ji Yao went to practice dancing, while Chen Xuan read for a while and then went back to his room to rest.

A figure suddenly appeared at the door, blocking his way.

"Miss Yang, it's you." Chen Xuan was startled, and then he saw that this person was actually Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother. "Why are you here? The queen sent you here?"

What surprised him was that Yang Chan, who was usually lively and active, just shook his head slightly and kept staring at his face.

"Oh, you came to me, what's the matter? Hey, why didn't you take the lotus lantern?"

"Brother Chen, I... like you!"

Yang Chan spoke, a little jerky, but extremely firm words came out of her mouth, which made Chen Xuan feel dizzy.

"What did you say? You like me? You..."

Before he could finish his words, Yang Chan kissed him on the mouth, and at the same time, he used force to protect Chen Xuan...

…

Early the next morning, Chen Xuan opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Yang Chan still sleeping, curled up in his arms.

He was a little confused and didn't know what to say. He really didn't expect that the Third Holy Mother, who seemed a little introverted, could be so bold and enthusiastic.

At this moment, he heard a shout from outside the window:

"Whoever wants to see my master, just take my ax first!"