Di Jiang: Could Houtu Have Someone She Loved?

Houtu returned to the Witch Clan and carefully examined the cultivation method recorded within her mind.

After sensing it slightly, she felt that it seemed viable, yet she still did not know whether this Mind Intent Method would truly work.

She could only return to the clan for now. If it truly worked, then Senior's kindness toward them would be immeasurable.

When she returned to the Pangu Great Hall, eleven people were seated within, each absorbing the baleful qi of heaven and earth to cultivate their bodies.

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

Xuan Ming rose to her feet with some concern.

"Little Sister, are you all right?"

Houtu shook her head. Naturally, she was fine.

Gong Gong also rose and spoke.

"Little Sister, it is good that you are all right. Elder brother said you had been on Mount Buzhou some time ago, but we searched everywhere and could not find you. Where did you go?"

Houtu thought about it, but she could not reveal Senior's matter. After pondering for a while, she could only sit down and speak.

"I am fine. I merely went out for a while and encountered some opportunities, which is why I returned a little late."

Opportunities?

Upon hearing this, the Ancestor Witches did not understand what it meant.

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

After all, the Witch Clan did not cultivate Primordial Spirits and possessed only methods for cultivating the physical body. They could not control or wield Divine Treasures, so they naturally had far fewer opportunities.

Not to mention Spiritual Fruits and the like. Few of them were useful to the Witch Clan; when they encountered them, they generally just ate them as fruit. They could hardly be considered opportunities.

Now that their little sister had gone out and returned claiming to have encountered an opportunity, their attention was naturally drawn.

"Little Sister, what sort of opportunity delayed your return for so long? Could it be that old Daoist Hongjun told you the Method to Attain Dao for our Witch Clan?"

Houtu gently shook her head. After sitting down, she began to explain.

"The Sage does not possess a Method to Attain Dao for our Witch Clan, but after returning, I obtained a certain opportunity."

After saying this, she revealed the Mind and Will Cultivation Method she had obtained.

Once she had explained it all, everyone was greatly shocked.

Could the power of mind, spirit, and will truly be so strong?

Di Jiang was immediately overjoyed and stood up as he spoke.

"Our Ancestor Witches do not cultivate Primordial Spirits. Now that we have this Mind and Will Cultivation Method to replace them, once we master it, our Witch Clan will also be able to control Divine Treasures. Then the Demon Race will no longer hold any advantage over us."

Houtu was stunned upon hearing this, then looked at them and asked.

"Elder Brother, could it be that you have already started fighting?"

Di Jiang shook his head and sat there as he spoke.

"Though we have not begun fighting, the clansmen below have had many conflicts with the Demon Race. If this continues, a battle will inevitably come."

"As descendants of Father God, matters such as ruling the Primordial World should naturally be handled by us. Yet the Demon Race actually seeks to control the Primordial World and even wants to swear an oath upon the Heavenly Dao. Have they no regard for us or Father God?"

"A battle between us and the Demon Race is inevitable!"

Yet what Houtu thought of was everything Cheng Yue had said.

If the Witch Clan and Demon Race went to war, could something terrible happen to the Witch Clan?

As she thought of this, her heart was filled with irritation.

Unfortunately, she had not asked everything clearly back then, and now she was only creating more worry for herself.

If I had asked about these matters clearly back then, perhaps I would not feel so troubled now.

But that Senior seemed extremely resistant to her identity as a member of the Witch Clan.

Seeing how excited her brothers were, she could not say anything discouraging.

She returned to her place, sat cross-legged, and prepared to cultivate.

Di Jiang suddenly spoke.

"Today, we have obtained this secret method. Tonight, summon the young men of the clan and celebrate together. We have also recently hunted quite a bit of Demon Race Blood Food."

The words "Blood Food" made Houtu frown.

Perhaps everything stemmed from those two words.

The Witch Clan had long hunted living beings of the Primordial World as Blood Food.

Even she had personally done so before, and the flesh and blood of those living beings did indeed benefit their cultivation to a certain extent.

She had never thought there was anything wrong with it before, but now she constantly felt that the key lay in this matter.

When she turned to look toward the sky, she saw the enormous gate standing atop Mount Buzhou. That was the Heavenly Court.

If war broke out, it would be fought near Mount Buzhou, and another scene of countless living beings dying would be unavoidable.

At that moment, Zhu Rong could not help asking from the side.

"Little Sister, did you gain anything from this trip to the Purple Dawn Palace?"

Houtu shook her head. If she had gained anything, it was probably getting to know Nuwa.

If not for Nuwa, she would not have met that Senior, nor would she have the cultivation method she was now practicing.

In that sense, it truly counted as an opportunity, but she could not speak of it now.

"I gained nothing. I did not understand what was taught, but I did sleep very well."

She then sat there and looked at her brother before glancing helplessly at Gong Gong beside him.

Gong Gong immediately spoke.

"What the hell do you know? Our Witch Clan cultivates without cultivating Primordial Spirits, so of course we could not understand it. Did you not see that Little Sister's opportunity was obtained in the Primordial World? It must have been a cultivation method left behind by Father God, specially prepared for our Witch Clan."

Houtu found it somewhat amusing, but she could not say so.

In the end, she could not help speaking directly.

"It was not left behind by Father God. As for the reason, I cannot explain it."

After saying this, she sat to one side and cultivated.

As for the other members of the Witch Clan, they were all thinking about the celebration. They rose one after another and headed outside.

Only Houtu remained behind.

"After meeting Senior once, I have become so timid. Why?"

"What secrets are hidden in all this? I still need to ask Senior."

"Senior is resistant toward my Witch Clan identity. Then perhaps Nuwa can help me ask?"

After saying this, she prepared to rise. She was somewhat anxious now.

Until she understood this matter, she would never be at ease.

But as soon as she left the Pangu Great Hall, she saw Di Jiang walking directly over to Houtu.

"Little Sister, are you here to help? It is all right. Go back and rest first. We can handle these matters."

Houtu shook her head and said.

"Elder Brother, I still have some matters to attend to. I need to leave for a while."

Di Jiang was somewhat curious. She was leaving before they had even celebrated?

"What exactly is it? You have only just returned, and now you are leaving again?"

Ancestor Witch Houtu nodded, then flew straight outside.

As Di Jiang watched her departing figure, he could not help feeling curious.

Ju Mang also came out at that moment.

"What is Little Sister doing?"

A glint appeared in Di Jiang's eyes as though he were pondering something. He then stroked his chin and spoke.

"Little Sister said she had something to do, but she rushed off the moment she returned. Could she have met someone she loved? Otherwise, why would she be in such a hurry? Little Sister used to love gatherings the most, yet since returning this time, she has been absent-minded and seemed burdened with worries."