The composition of the Beastman Clan is quite complex; they are not a single race but rather a coalition of various beastman species, distributing resources according to the strength of each tribe.
This gave Li Qiwen some ideas; he could sow discord among some weaker, oppressed beastman tribes in advance.
After reviewing the information on the Beastman Clan provided by the Myriad Beasts Sect, Li Qiwen selected several weaker tribes that could aid in the development of Shadowhorn City.
The targets were selected, but Li Qiwen was caught in a dilemma over who should be sent to persuade them to join.
Compared to outsiders, Li Qiwen would prefer to use his own trusted followers. Yet, even the strongest among them, Ye Xiaotian, had only reached True Immortal Cultivation, and the chance of successful persuasion was slim due to his low strength.
After consulting with Su Mei, they decided to let Chen Jiuge make the decision.
Looking at the two races displayed before him, Chen Jiuge showed a trace of confusion and said, "I can understand this Cow Clan; their milk production is a living resource. But what use is this Rabbit Clan?"
Su Mei glanced at Li Qiwen awkwardly and said, "You tell him."
Li Qiwen said calmly, "City Lord, don’t you think we’re missing a certain establishment that can be found in every city?"
"A brothel!" Li Qiwen said, his complexion turning slightly unnatural.
Upon hearing this, a spark of Spirit Light flashed through Chen Jiuge’s mind. It seems that’s really the case.
"I remember the Fox Clan in the Beastman Territory specializes in this business," Chen Jiuge said, thinking of another race.
Li Qiwen shook his head. "Not only the Fox Clan; the desires of beastmen are generally strong. Besides the Fox Clan, the Rabbit Clan is also . However, the Rabbit Clan is too weak to establish a foothold among the powerful beastman tribes, so they appear relatively uncommon."
"You decide. As for the choice of the envoy, you can arrange it according to your own thoughts; don’t worry about the issue of strength. I will speak with Luo Zhenhai and the other Asura Golden Immortals. Once you have decided on the time to send the mission, you can directly inform them."
Li Qiwen, accompanied by Luo Zhenhai, Luo Zhen, and a group of subordinates with True Immortal Cultivation, set off in a grand Flying Boat towards the Cow Clan’s settlement.
Chen Jiuge had no worries about Li Qiwen’s safety. After all, the Cow Clan was merely one of the lowest-level beastman tribes, and the strongest Cultivator within the clan was no more than a True Immortal. There wasn’t even a Golden Immortal in the surrounding territories.
Their Flying Boat traveled northwest from Shadowhorn City. After nearly half a month, they finally reached the edge of the Beastman Clan’s territory.
Li Qiwen did not abruptly land the Flying Boat but flew directly above the Cow Clan’s settlement.
As one of the lowest-level beastman tribes, the Cow Clan’s situation was dire. Except for a relatively lush Spirit Grass pasture, they had no additional resources, a testament to the harsh oppression from the higher-level beastman tribes.
The massive Flying Boat alarmed Niu Shaofang, the Clan Leader of the Cow Clan.
With tiny cow horns on her head, one eye socket black and the other white, and covered in sparse, patchy fur, she was unlike the muscular Cow People from fantasy worlds. These Cow Clan beastmen were short in stature and rather comical in appearance.
Niu Shaofang, looking at Luo Zhenhai stepping forward, showed a hint of panic on her cute face. Her hooves flailed rapidly as she shouted, "The Asura have come! Run for your lives!!!"
Luo Zhenhai looked at Niu Shaofang, the Cow Clan beastman in his grasp. She had her eyes squeezed shut, her short legs flailing uselessly as she tried to escape. A hint of helplessness crossed his face. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovєlFіre.net
The other Cow Clan beastmen, hearing their Clan Leader’s call, gathered around. Seeing the scene unfold, they roared, "Release our Clan Leader!"
「Half an hour later, inside the largest tent.」
Niu Shaofang offered her most ingratiating smile, serving the most delicious milk of her clan, and said cautiously, "May I ask what brings you esteemed folks here?"
Li Qiwen tasted the milk before him, and suddenly his eyes lit up. This tastes truly excellent. It seems the decision to recruit the Cow Clan in advance was the right one.
"COUGH COUGH." Li Qiwen said, feeling slightly awkward. "Niu Shaofang, you are the Clan Leader, correct?" She looks so cute, but her name is surprisingly rustic.
"Mhm, mhm, mhm," Niu Shaofang nodded repeatedly.
Li Qiwen slapped a yellow parchment on the table and smiled. "Take a look."
Niu Shaofang cautiously picked up the parchment. Halfway through reading, her black and white cow eyes began to bulge with disbelief. "Re-really?"
A free life, the freedom to sell our own milk—of course, we’d have to buy our own food. Isn’t this the dream life for the Cow Clan?
"If we move to Shadowhorn City, can we really live freely, and our milk production won’t be taken away? Can we sell it as we please?" Niu Shaofang asked, swallowing hard.
"Naturally. We hardly lack for what little you produce. The City Lord is keen to diversify the races within the city. Economic contributors like your Cow Clan are most welcome," Li Qiwen said indifferently.
After a mental struggle, Niu Shaofang cautiously asked, "May I consult the elders of my clan about this?"
"Go ahead," Li Qiwen said generously.
As for whether the Cow Clan would agree, Li Qiwen had no concerns. In the Beastman Territory, the Cow Clan only had this mediocre-quality pasture of Spirit Grass as a food source. Each year, they were forced to relinquish a substantial amount of milk. This prevented their population from growing and even led to them suffering abuse from the envoys who came to collect the milk.