98: Obedient Ancestral Witch

Not long ago, within the Pangu Shrine.

Zhu Rong and the Jumang were responsible for the reinforcement and renovation of the Blood Pool.

The Blood Pool had recently undergone changes once more, with members of the Witch Tribe being born from it one after another.

Many Great Witches and Lesser Witches were being nurtured and born, making the Witch Tribe much more lively.

But not all Witches could adapt to the concentration of the Blood Pool that nurtured Ancestral Witches.

After many Great Witches were born, various problems would always arise; either their arms were too thin, or their lower halves were too large.

As for those Lesser Witches, some were even swallowed back by the Blood Pool the moment they were born.

For this reason, the renovation of the Blood Pool had to be carried out.

Ever since Zhu Rong and the Jumang had faked the Father God's instructions last time, such tasks had been assigned to the two of them.

Beside them was Gonggong, who loved watching the drama and never thought it was big enough, constantly mocking the two.

Gonggong leaned against a stone pillar, arms crossed over his chest, watching the sweat-drenched Zhu Rong and Jumang with a playful look.

"Aren't these the two 'Great Ancestral Witches'? You still have to work hard."

The Jumang wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but snap back, "Gonggong, stop making those sarcastic remarks!"

Zhu Rong didn't even look up as he continued to reinforce the edge of the Blood Pool, but his mouth didn't yield an inch. "Get lost! Can't you see we're busy? Otherwise, I'll shove your head into the Blood Pool and rub it in a bit."

Gonggong actually did "roll" over and lay down next to the two, but his mouth didn't stop for a moment.

"I thought that after becoming a 'Great Ancestral Witch,' one wouldn't have to be so busy. Unlike me, who can only lie down and rest."

His repeated use of "Great Ancestral Witch" was extremely mocking.

Zhu Rong finally couldn't take it anymore and straightened up. "Are you done yet? Or should we test things out?"

"I wouldn't dare," Gonggong said, waving his hands repeatedly, though his face bore a smile that begged for a punch.

His current state was exactly like a piece of taffy that was impossible to chew and stuck to one's teeth.

Being stuck with him was truly a stroke of terrible luck.

Seeing that the two were ignoring him, Gonggong became even more energetic. "Hey, don't stop talking! Shouldn't a 'Great Ancestral Witch' be awe-inspiring? Why do you look like drowned dogs now?"

Zhu Rong spun around abruptly, about to explode, but was held back by the Jumang.

The two exchanged a glance and reached an agreement once more.

Taking advantage of Gonggong's inattention, the two lifted him by his head and feet and threw him into the Blood Pool.

Zhu Rong was a man of his word; he shoved Gonggong's head into the Blood Pool and rubbed it around.

Afterward, the two of them rushed off in a certain direction.

"Jumang, did you sense that Senior's aura?"

"There's absolutely no mistake. Would I lie to you?"

Zhu Rong let out a loud laugh. "Good! With that Senior backing us, there's hope for us to become 'Great Ancestral Witches' after all."

The two moved like a whirlwind, knocking aside countless unknown Cultivators along the way until they saw Qing Wu standing atop a stone platform.

At this moment, when Fuxi saw these two reckless hulks, his heart sank.

They really were Ancestral Witches, and two of them at once.

He subconsciously took half a step back, his hand already pressed against the Heavenly Secret Plate, ready to activate it at any moment.

The baleful qi emanating from these two brutes made him, a Cultivator specializing in heavenly secret deduction, instinctively feel uncomfortable.

He lowered his voice, his eyes warily fixed on the approaching Ancestral Witches. "Fellow Daoist Qing Wu, I fear these two Ancestral Witches have come with ill intent."

The raging flames surrounding Zhu Rong's body scorched the air until it distorted, and with every step the Jumang took, thorns automatically sprouted from the ground.

Such a display of power was clearly not for drinking tea or a Dao Discussion.

From the corner of his eye, Fuxi saw that Qing Wu was still standing there calmly, and he couldn't help but feel secretly anxious.

Why is this Fellow Daoist still so composed?

Although Fellow Daoist Qing Wu's cultivation was profound, even though only two Ancestral Witches had come, if a fight really broke out, the other ten would surely catch the scent and arrive in no time.

Powerful, arrogant, unreasonable, and prone to ganging up on others—this was why the Witch Tribe was the most difficult to deal with.

He just didn't know why these Ancestral Witches would come out to fight for treasures.

But the best way to preserve the treasure was still to avoid their direct brunt for now.

"Fellow Daoist, how about we retreat for now? Once we return to Phoenix Perch Valley, even the Ancestral Witches won't be able to do anything to us."

Fuxi's fingers were already formed into an Escape Seal, ready to leave at any moment.

In his mind, he had envisioned several response plans: fleeing directly, showing courtesy before using force, or even flattering them... Just then, a scene occurred that left him dumbfounded.

The two fierce and malevolent Ancestral Witches suddenly skidded to a halt a few zhang away from Qing Wu, and then—

"Senior, we finally found you!" An ingratiating smile actually piled onto Zhu Rong's fierce face.

"We have kept the Opportunity you previously granted us in our hearts, and we have yet to express our thanks."

The Jumang was even more exaggerated, bowing his body with a fawning expression. "Junior Jumang pays his respects to Senior!"

Fuxi's jaw nearly hit the ground.

He turned his head stiffly toward Qing Wu, only to see a faint smile on the other's lips, as if he had anticipated this scene long ago.

In truth, Qing Wu didn't believe he had any real friendship with the Ancestral Witches.

It was true that he had gone to the Pangu Shrine with Yuan Feng, but at that time, the Ancestral Witches were still just embryos.

In the end, he had merely given them a bit of three lights divine water in passing, treating it as a small compensation for disturbing them, yet he hadn't expected it would make them respect him so much.

Seeing two Ancestral Witches being so fawning was indeed extremely rare.

Qing Wu spoke indifferently, "It was just a small thing given in passing; there is no need for this."

"What business do you have with me this time?"

Zhu Rong rubbed his hands together, calculating in his heart. "This... this Junior would like to invite Senior to sit a while at the Pangu Shrine. Our brothers and sisters all miss you very much."

Fuxi listened from the side, his heart pounding with fear.

Go to the Pangu Shrine?

What kind of place was that? The Ancestral Witches' headquarters. Wouldn't going there be like walking into a trap?

What made Fuxi's scalp tingle even more was that the Heavenly Secret Plate was rotating within his sleeve, and the calculation for this trip actually turned out to be auspicious.

This meant there wouldn't be any danger, and there might even be an Opportunity to be gained.

Fuxi kept signaling with his eyes, wishing he could immediately ask exactly what was going on.

Qing Wu only returned a reassuring glance before continuing to ponder.

The Pangu Shrine indeed had value in visiting again. He felt that the method of transcendence—crossing the Boundless Calamity and avoiding the predestined destruction—was very likely within the Pangu Shrine.

But now was not yet the time.

Not to mention, his current strength was still insufficient; he was certainly unable to change that predestined destruction.

Even if such a thing existed, he would have to accomplish some real deeds before he could gain recognition.

Qing Wu raised his gaze and happened to meet the slightly expectant looks of the two Ancestral Witches.

Directly refusing probably wouldn't be appropriate; he had to find a reason to fool them.

With this in mind, Qing Wu spoke slowly, "I'm afraid I cannot agree to your request this time."

"Why?" Both Ancestral Witches were stunned.

"Do you remember that there was another who went with me last time?"

The two Ancestral Witches scratched their heads; it was indeed so.

Otherwise, the relationship between the two of them wouldn't be so solid.

They had both been influenced by those two.

"We wonder where that other Senior is now?"

Qing Wu shook his head and said seriously, "She and I had a bit of a dispute. Once I have persuaded her to return, we shall go together to pay a visit. How about that?"

"Oh!" The two Ancestral Witches agreed and turned to walk back.

Watching their departing figures, Qing Wu couldn't help but sigh. These blockheads really were so easy to fool.

Fuxi was already dazed. Since when did the hot-tempered Ancestral Witches become so obedient?

Just what had Fellow Daoist Qing Wu done to them!