Di Jiang: Houtu, could it be you have someone you fancy?

Back in the Witch Clan, Houtu carefully examined the cultivation method recorded in her mind.

She gave it a brief sense, feeling it might work, yet uncertain whether this Mind Intent Method was truly viable.

For now, she could only return to the clan. If it proved effective, then the Senior's kindness to them would be immeasurable.

When she entered the Pangu Great Hall, eleven figures sat inside, each absorbing the Sha Qi of heaven and earth to temper their physical bodies.

The moment Houtu's aura appeared, Di Jiang and the others all opened their eyes.

Xuan Ming stood up with some concern.

"Little sister, are you alright?"

Houtu shook her head; she was naturally fine.

Gong Gong also rose and spoke.

"Little sister, it's good you're safe. Elder Brother said you were at Mount Buzhou recently, but we searched and couldn't find you. Where did you go?"

Houtu thought it over, unable to reveal the matter of the Senior. After some deliberation.

She finally sat down and began to speak.

"It's nothing. I just went out and encountered some opportunities, so I returned a bit late."

Opportunities?

Hearing this, the Ancestor Witches were all puzzled.

In the Primordial World, the word "opportunity" felt distant to them.

After all, the Witch Clan didn't cultivate the Primordial Spirit, only physical methods. As for Divine Treasures, they couldn't control or wield them, so opportunities for them were naturally scarce.

Not to mention Spiritual Fruits—few were useful to them, and they usually just ate them as ordinary fruit, hardly counting as opportunities.

Now that their little sister mentioned an opportunity upon returning, it caught their attention.

"Little sister, what opportunity made you so late? Could it be that old Daoist Hongjun told you the Witch Clan's Method to Attain Dao?"

Houtu gently shook her head, then sat down and began to explain.

"The Sage doesn't have a Method to Attain Dao for our Witch Clan, but I gained some opportunities after returning."

With that, she recounted the Mind and Will Cultivation Method she had obtained.

After explaining it all, everyone was greatly shocked.

Could the power of mind and will really be that strong?

Di Jiang's heart surged with joy, and he stood up to speak.

"Our Ancestor Witches don't cultivate the Primordial Spirit. Now that we have this Mind Intent Method to replace it, once we master it, our Witch Clan can control Divine Treasures. Then the Demon Race will have no advantage left."

Houtu was taken aback at this, then looked at the others and asked.

"Elder Brother, have you already started fighting?"

Di Jiang shook his head and sat down to speak.

"Though we haven't fought yet, our clansmen have had many clashes with the Demon Race. If this continues, a battle is inevitable."

"As the descendants of Father God, it's our duty to govern the Primordial World. That Demon Race dares to claim dominion over it and even swear oaths by the Heavenly Dao—do they not hold us and Father God in contempt?"

"There will be a war between us and the Demon Race!"

Houtu, hearing this, could only think of what Cheng Yue had said.

The war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race—would something terrible befall the Witch Clan?

At that thought, her heart was filled with unease.

Unfortunately, she hadn't asked for all the details back then, and now it only added to her worries.

She secretly thought that if she had clarified everything at the time, she might not be so troubled now.

But that Senior seemed very averse to her identity as a member of the Witch Clan.

Seeing her brothers all so excited, she couldn't say anything discouraging.

Returning to her seat, she sat cross-legged, ready to cultivate.

Di Jiang then spoke directly.

"Today, we've obtained this secret method. Tonight, let's summon the clan's warriors and celebrate together. We've just hunted quite a bit of Blood Food from the Demon Race."

The words "Blood Food" made Houtu frown involuntarily.

Everything might stem from those two words.

The Witch Clan hunting the living beings of the Primordial World as Blood Food had been going on for a long time.

Even she had done it herself, and the flesh and blood of these beings did help their cultivation.

She had never thought much of it before, but now she felt that this was the crux of the matter.

Turning her gaze to the sky, above Mount Buzhou stood a massive gate—the Heavenly Court.

If war broke out, it would be near Mount Buzhou, inevitably leading to widespread devastation.

Just then, Zhu Rong couldn't help but ask from the side.

"Little sister, this trip to Purple Cloud Palace—did you gain anything?"

Houtu shook her head at the question. If anything, the only gain might have been getting to know Nuwa.

Without Nuwa, she wouldn't have met that Senior, nor would she have the cultivation technique she now practiced.

Put that way, it was indeed a stroke of fortune, but she couldn't speak of it now.

"No gains. I didn't understand what was taught—I just had a good sleep."

Then she sat there, looking at her brother, then at Gong Gong with some helplessness.

Gong Gong spoke up directly.

"You don't know shit. We Witch Clan cultivate without Primordial Spirits, so of course you wouldn't get it. Didn't you see that little sister's fortune this time came from the Primordial World? It must be a cultivation method left by Father God, prepared specifically for our Witch Clan."

Houtu found it somewhat amusing inside, but she couldn't say it out loud.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak directly.

"It wasn't left by Father God. As for the reason, I can't explain it clearly."

After saying that, she sat aside to cultivate.

As for the other Witches, they were all thinking about the celebration and got up to head outside.

Only Houtu remained.

"After meeting that Senior once, I've become this timid—why is that?"

"What secret lies behind all this? I still need to go ask the Senior."

"The Senior has some aversion to my Witch Clan. What if I ask Fellow Daoist Nuwa to inquire for me?"

With that, she prepared to rise. She was somewhat anxious now.

Until she figured this out, she couldn't rest easy.

But just as she left the Pangu Great Hall, she saw Di Jiang walking straight over to her.

"Little sister, are you here to help? No need—go back and rest. We'll handle these matters."

Houtu shook her head, then said, "Elder Brother, I have some business to attend to. I need to leave for a while."

Di Jiang was a bit curious. Leaving before the celebration even started?

"What business is so urgent that you have to leave right after returning?"

Ancestor Witch Houtu nodded, then flew straight outward.

Watching her retreating figure, Di Jiang felt a twinge of curiosity.

Even Ju Mang came out at that moment.

"Little sister?"

A glint of light flickered in Di Jiang's eyes, as if he were pondering something. Then he rubbed his chin and said, "Little sister said she has business, but she rushed off the moment she got back. Could it be she's met someone she fancies, and that's why she's in such a hurry? Otherwise, the little sister I know loves gatherings the most. This time, she's been distracted the whole time—seems like she's carrying something heavy on her mind."