Mo Qingqiu did not explain to her tribesmen. Instead, she looked at Yang Feilong and said, "The rest is up to you!"
"I know!" Yang Feilong smiled, then faced the mangled body of Derek. His body instantly turned into a mist of blood, and then a blood pill formed. Yang Feilong pocketed the blood pill, and his appearance changed accordingly.
Moments later, he looked exactly like Derek.
Not only that, but his clothes were the same, and he was still wearing the transforming battle armor.
With that, Yang Feilong walked out of the great formation.
Mo Qingqiu looked at her tribesmen, who were still in shock, and smiled. "Clean up these bodies. You will have a meeting in the conference room later. I will explain everything to you in detail."
The Nine-tailed Fox tribe had a considerable number of people. Those gathered here were only the high-ranking members of the tribe, with the lowest cultivation being the Nascent Soul stage.
This was Mo Qingqiu's prior arrangement. These high-ranking members, including those in the Nascent Soul and even Void Refinement stages, could know some things, while those with lower cultivation did not need to.
Then, Yang Feilong, disguised as Derek, went out and made arrangements for the remaining eight hundred thousand troops, ordering them to pursue the fleeing soldiers of the two nations as much as possible and then telling them to gather at Gulei Mountain!
Although the soldiers under his command did not understand why they had to gather at Gulei Mountain, Derek was known for his strict discipline. Naturally, he did not want his subordinates to know his intentions, so they could only obey.
Yang Feilong's plan was simple: to see if he could trap and kill all these soldiers in Gulei Mountain.
With over eight hundred thousand men spread across dozens of kilometers, he could not kill many even with his domain, as the laws of the Demon Realm were far superior to those of the Spirit Realm and the mortal world, limiting the range of his domain.
Afterward, Yang Feilong returned to the fox tribe.
"Is it handled?" Mo Qingqiu looked at Yang Feilong.
"It's handled," Yang Feilong replied.
"Good!" Mo Qingqiu nodded, then looked at her tribesmen. She had briefly explained the reason to everyone earlier, and upon hearing that the plan was Yang Feilong's idea, the tribesmen were all dumbfounded.
This series of poisonous schemes was too vicious!
Who could have imagined it?
However, they were also impressed by Yang Feilong's strength. They had not witnessed him killing the Integration stage cultivators of the Feiyun Empire because it happened within a barrier, but they had personally seen him kill the strong cultivators of the Moyue Empire within their tribe. His strength was probably not inferior to Mo Qingqiu's.
Even Mo Qingqiu found it difficult to achieve seven kills with a single sword, and these were not mere chickens but Integration stage existences, all of whom were in the late or middle stages of Integration.
When Yang Feilong arrived, Mo Qingqiu spoke again.
"By the way, I have something to tell you all next."
"Your Majesty, please speak!"
Everyone spoke in unison, their eyes fixed on Mo Qingqiu, filled with reverence. Even some of the men had expressions of admiration in their eyes.
Mo Qingqiu was their Empress, but she was also a woman, a woman full of personal charm. It was perfectly normal for young talents within the tribe to fall for her.
They did not want Mo Qingqiu to marry, but they also understood that they were not worthy of their Empress!
"What I want to tell you all is that I might be becoming his woman!" Mo Qingqiu said slowly.
As soon as these words were uttered, everyone present was stunned.
"No, Your Majesty, how can you marry an outsider!"
"Your Majesty, if you marry, what will happen to us?"
"Your Majesty, you can't!"
Everyone cried out in alarm. They would rather die than see their Empress marry!
Mo Qingqiu was the most powerful cultivator of the Nine-tailed Fox tribe, the only one in the Integration stage, and their spiritual symbol.
Upon hearing that Mo Qingqiu was going to marry Yang Feilong, even though Yang Feilong was outstanding, they felt a surge of rejection and immediately opposed it. Forget about Yang Feilong; they even thought the Purple Gold Demon Dragon Emperor of the past was not worthy of their Empress!
Their Empress, had it not been for their tribe, could have ascended to the Saint Realm long ago!
They would rather their Empress ascend to the Saint Realm and marry one of the heavenly prodigies there than make such a hasty decision!
After all, he was just a human.
Yang Feilong rubbed his nose, feeling quite helpless.
"Big sister, don't you know how embarrassing it is for me to have you do this in front of me?"
Mo Qingqiu looked at her tribesmen and said sternly, "Enough!"
At her words, everyone in the conference room froze, not daring to speak further. Mo Qingqiu rarely got angry, and her outburst clearly indicated her wrath.
"Uh, Your Majesty, we are not trying to interfere with your feelings, it's just..." one person said unwillingly.
"Just what? Do you want me to be tied to the tribe forever?" Mo Qingqiu said coldly.
"I..."
Everyone wore expressions of bitter smiles or dejection, but they also knew that since the Empress had made a decision, it was irreversible!
They looked at Yang Feilong with a mixture of resentment and complexity, unsure whether to hate or be angry.
After all, Yang Feilong had helped their tribe, saving them from the pain of leaving their ancestral land, yet he was taking away their Empress.
"Grand Elder!" Mo Qingqiu spoke again.
"Your Majesty!" an old man said respectfully. He had remained silent during the previous discussion, unsure of what to say. Selfishly, he wished Mo Qingqiu would marry a young talent from within the tribe, as Mo Qingqiu herself was not old, only a little over three hundred years old, considered young.
However, he couldn't say anything. Mo Qingqiu had broken through to the Integration stage before the age of sixty and reached the peak of Integration stage before she was a hundred. She had had the potential to ascend two hundred years ago, but due to the lack of successors in the tribe, or rather, the absence of another Integration stage cultivator, she had to remain with the tribe, unable to ascend to the Saint Realm to see their ancestors.
Yes, many cultivators from the Nine-tailed Fox tribe had ascended to the Saint Realm.
"Prepare yourself and attempt to break through to the Integration stage!" Mo Qingqiu instructed.
"Ah? Attempt to break through to the Integration stage?" The Grand Elder was taken aback, a bitter smile on his face. "Uh, I don't have confidence!"
Although he was the Grand Elder, he had only cultivated for over five thousand years, and his lifespan was far from its end. The lifespan of the demon fox tribe was much longer than that of humans, at every stage!
"The man I chose, Yang Feilong, can ensure you do not die during the breakthrough to the Integration stage!" Mo Qingqiu said calmly. "By the way, you break through first, and the other peak Void Refinement cultivators should prepare themselves!"
"Ensure I do not die during the breakthrough to the Integration stage?" The Grand Elder was dumbfounded.
"No way?" The other peak Void Refinement cultivators also showed expressions of disbelief.
If they could ensure survival during the breakthrough to the Integration stage, then all of them, who had reached the peak of the Void Refinement stage, could try. Trying more meant more opportunities for trial and error!
Each additional chance would significantly increase their odds of achieving the Integration stage!
At this moment, everyone understood why Mo Qingqiu would marry Yang Feilong. If this were possible, how many Integration stage cultivators would their Nine-tailed Fox tribe have?
This kindness was immeasurable.
If this could be achieved, then they would have no objections.
If they still had objections, what would be the difference between them and ingrates?