Zhurong: He Really Did It, I'm Crying My Eyes Out

"I mean no harm, I've come to make friends with you!"

Chu Feng shouted quickly, he didn't want to conflict with the Wu clan.

"Make friends, my ass! I am Zhurong, and I don't play games! Let's fight first!"

As soon as Zhurong finished speaking, her fist shot straight towards Chu Feng's face.

Holy crap!

It's Zhurong!

This one is known for her fiery temper. If other Wu were brutes, Zhurong was the brute among brutes!

He never dreamed he'd be so unlucky, running into this brute the moment he arrived in the Wu clan's territory.

No, a brute woman, a tigress!

Chu Feng couldn't care about anything else and instantly threw a punch, colliding with Zhurong's fist.

BOOM!

Suddenly, the space trembled as their auras swept outwards.

The sweeping auras sent the other Wu who were practicing their sparring flying.

"Huh? You can actually block one of my attacks?"

Zhurong was stunned. They, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, were formed from the Father God's blood essence and inherited the characteristics of Pangu's physical body.

In the entire Wu clan tribe, only another Ancestral Witch could fight her. Seeing a stranger who could block her casual attack, she was shocked.

"Who exactly are you?"

Zhurong asked, but her hands didn't stop as she continued to fight Chu Feng.

Chu Feng rolled his eyes, feeling speechless.

Who starts fighting without a word?

Asking questions while fighting, how could she even think of that?

"I've come to visit, and I mean no harm."

Chu Feng said while parrying Zhurong's attacks.

Although he didn't have the powerful physique of an Ancestral Witch, he had cultivated the complete version of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique to the second level.

Regarding physical strength, Chu Feng was confident he could compare with ordinary Wu.

Moreover, at this point in time, the Ancestral Witches were likely around the late stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

If Chu Feng used his techniques, with the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique and his advantage as a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, he could still heavily injure them.

"I don't care if you mean harm or not, let's fight first! As long as you can defeat me, I'll be your friend."

As soon as Zhurong finished speaking, her attacks became even fiercer.

"In that case, please forgive my offense!"

As soon as Chu Feng finished speaking, he unleashed his ultimate move: "Primordial Three Thousand Dao Laws, First Divine Ability, Sun Melting Heaven!"

Instantly, dense fire-attribute laws erupted from Chu Feng's body, like the rising sun, illuminating all directions.

"You want to play with fire? I'll play with you!"

Zhurong smirked. She was the Ancestral Witch of Fire, naturally controlling the laws of fire.

Zhurong let out a strange cry and charged directly at Chu Feng, allowing the technique to hit her.

"Ah~"

Zhurong felt a tingling sensation all over her body. Chu Feng's Dao technique was incredibly powerful, and when combined with the Extreme Yang Power, its might was astonishing.

"What are you doing? Are you still fighting?"

Chu Feng looked at Zhurong with a face full of confusion. Not only did she tank his divine ability head-on, but bizarrely, she also had an expression of enjoyment.

"Fight! Why wouldn't I fight? Your divine ability is very powerful, and it's a great supplement for me!"

Zhurong licked her lips, still not satisfied. She was extremely pleased. After absorbing Chu Feng's fire laws, her whole body felt relaxed, and her face was filled with enjoyment.

Chu Feng chuckled to himself, thinking, "I actually forgot that Zhurong is the Ancestral Witch of Fire. Fortunately, I've been in seclusion for many years and comprehended the sixth form of the Primordial Three Thousand Dao Laws' divine abilities. Otherwise, I would have been defeated by her today."

Since she was the Ancestral Witch of Fire, he would use water to counter fire.

Even with the Ancestral Witch's powerful physique, facing attribute suppression and realm suppression, she wouldn't be able to escape unscathed.

With this thought, Chu Feng's expression turned serious, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He instantly cast his spell: "Primordial Three Thousand Dao Laws, Third Divine Ability, Mysterious Ice Breaks Through the Void!"

Before his voice even fell, dark clouds churned in the sky, and a cold light descended from the heavens. In the next moment, countless mysterious ice crystals condensed out of thin air, pouring down like a torrential rain, heavily bombarding Zhurong.

"Not good!"

Zhurong's face sank. She didn't dare to be careless and swung her fists wildly.

However, under the dual suppression, she gradually began to lose, and was sealed by ice crystals, turning into a block of ice.

"Are you convinced?"

Chu Feng walked up to her with a smile and asked.

Just then, eleven figures arrived one after another. Dijiang glanced at Chu Feng and casually unleashed a strike, shattering the ice crystals.

After Zhurong emerged, she shivered and then laughed heartily, "That was exhilarating! Let's fight again!"

Dijiang shot her a glare and waved her hand to interrupt, "Zhurong, stop messing around!"

"I am Dijiang. Fellow Daoist, why have you come to my Witch Clan?" Dijiang spoke slowly.

Dijiang?

Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief. As the leader, Dijiang was more rational and wouldn't blindly attack like a brute.

Chu Feng examined her closely. Dijiang was clad in a dark robe with faint golden patterns, a jade belt cinched at her waist, adorned with dark purple beads.

The Twelve Witches before him were also beautiful when in human form, with curvaceous figures and distinct auras.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Dijiang. My name is Chu Feng. I was passing by and came to visit the Witch Clan."

Dijiang nodded slightly, not saying much, and warily observed Chu Feng.

Chu Feng didn't know what she was thinking. Dijiang's personality was completely different from what he had read in novels.

It seemed unrealistic to build a good relationship with them just by saying a few words.

With this thought, Chu Feng took out a drop of Pangu's Blood Essence from his System space and offered it to Zhurong, saying, "Fellow Daoist Zhurong, I mean no harm. We were sparring earlier, and I accidentally injured you. This is the blood essence of the great god Pangu, which I obtained by chance. Please accept it as an apology."

As soon as Chu Feng finished speaking, the witches' eyes widened.

"What! Father God's blood essence!"

"No way, let me see."

"It really is Father God's blood essence!"

The witches crowded around, speaking one after another, their impression of Chu Feng improving significantly.

After Zhurong took the Pangu's Blood Essence, she became as happy as a child. "Boohoo, Big Sister, I was the one who attacked Fellow Daoist Chu first. I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Chu not only to not be angry but also to take out Father God's blood essence. He really is… I'm crying."

The Ancestral Witches had no Primordial Spirit, or rather, their Primordial Spirits were eroded by malevolent energy and were very weak, so they weren't very sharp.

Zhurong was the most brutish among the brutes. If others were good to her, she would trust them.

Of course, if she was displeased, she would fight them at the slightest provocation, prioritizing immediate revenge with no grudges held overnight.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chu. Our Witch Clan accepts you as a friend." Dijiang smiled at Chu Feng.

Dijiang was the Spatial Ancestral Witch. Chu Feng had been detected by her as soon as he entered their territory.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were formed from Pangu's Blood Essence and were born carrying Pangu's will and bloodline. Anything related to Pangu could resonate with them.

"Big Sister, Father God's blood essence, should we enshrine it?"

Zhurong suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"Fellow Daoist Chu gave it to you, so you should absorb the Father God's blood essence yourself."

Dijiang immediately made her decision.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, I have an important matter to discuss with you," Chu Feng said, seeing that the time was right and getting straight to the point.