Chu Feng: There's such a good thing?

"Mm, not bad."

"I think Fellow Daoist Chu is a good match. If we marry our little sister to Fellow Daoist Chu, we'll be at ease."

The other Witches chimed in, all looking at Chu Feng with the expression of a father sizing up his son-in-law.

Zhurong let out a hearty laugh, "Our little sister is gentle, considerate, and understanding. Fellow Daoist Chu is steady, reliable, and quite powerful. Why wait for a better day? Let's settle the marriage now!"

Dijiang pondered for a moment before nodding with a grin, "Yes, yes, yes! I second that with both hands! Fellow Daoist Chu, since you like our little sister, hurry up and make it official!"

Chu Feng was stunned. They were already talking about marriage when nothing had even begun?

He hadn't even been with the Witch Clan for five days, and they were already trying to marry him off?

Chu Feng thought about it. This was in line with the Witch Clan's personality. They were straightforward and didn't beat around the bush.

"Yes, yes, yes, eldest sister is right. Fellow Daoist Chu and little sister will be united in marriage.

Once they have offspring, our Witch Clan can have a new tribe.

I've decided, it will be called the Fengtu Tribe." Zhurong said with a smile, speaking boldly.

Houtu blushed, lowering her head and not daring to look at the Witches. She then glanced at Zhurong, "Third sister, stop teasing. Fellow Daoist Chu is just visiting the Witch Clan, don't scare him away."

Zhurong was displeased, looking at Houtu with a serious expression, "Little sister, Fellow Daoist Chu gave us such a precious gift, the Innate Primordial Spirit. You are also the most precious to our Witch Clan. Precious meets precious, isn't that wonderful?"

Zhurong was as blunt as ever, saying whatever came to mind without thinking.

Chu Feng exclaimed, "Good heavens, they're selling their own sister now?"

Houtu's pretty face flushed, and she remained silent with her head down.

Chu Feng, with a calm expression, quickly tried to defuse the situation, "Fellow Daoist Dijiang, Fellow Daoist Zhurong, let's discuss this later."

Upon hearing this, Zhurong's anger flared. Her eyebrows shot up, and she said furiously, "No! Fellow Daoist Chu, you won't agree, will you? Then don't blame me for being impolite! Sisters, tie him up and force him to marry our little sister!"

Huh?

Force him to marry?

Chu Feng was taken aback. Was there such a good thing?

But why did it feel a bit strange?

Houtu immediately looked up upon hearing this, "Third sister, why are you like this..." Before she could finish, her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and her voice grew smaller and smaller.

Just then, Gonggong looked at Zhurong and suddenly spoke, "You savage, stop causing trouble. If you're so bored, why don't you marry Fellow Daoist Chu yourself?"

"Nonsense! I think you're trying to pick a fight. Do you dare to fight me?"

Zhurong was enraged, rolling up her sleeves to fight.

"If you want to fight, then fight! I'm not afraid of you!" Gonggong was not intimidated at all.

According to the lore of the Primordial World, Zhurong and Gonggong were not on good terms and often argued.

This also led to them being ambushed and influenced during the later stages of the Witch-Demon Calamity, leading to a fierce battle.

Gonggong broke Buzhou Mountain, triggering boundless karma and causing the Witch Clan's fortune to plummet, resulting in their extinction.

"Alright, stop arguing. We'll discuss this later."

Dijiang spoke, and the other Witches stopped fighting and arguing.

Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

How to break the Witch-Demon Calamity? Only by proving oneself as a Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal could one avoid karma and escape the calamity. In essence, it was still Breaking the Law with Power.

But the Witch Clan's situation was different from Nuwa and Fuxi's; it was very complicated.

The Witch Clan had no Primordial Spirits. Even if he gave them three Innate Primordial Spirits, nine Witches still hadn't received one.

What if the System's next rewards were no longer Innate Primordial Spirits?

The System was dormant. The rewards were preset and automatically distributed. If the System wasn't dormant, he could negotiate with it or demand rewards.

However, he himself wasn't clear on the System's recovery progress or what specific actions were needed to advance it.

For instance, Nuwa and Fuxi hadn't contributed to the System's recovery progress. Without knowing the rules, Chu Feng found it difficult.

Under these circumstances, Chu Feng needed to make arrangements to prevent special situations and quickly enhance the Witch Clan's strength.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, the Calamity is approaching. You need to improve your strength as soon as possible," Chu Feng suddenly said.

Calamity?

What Calamity?

The Witches looked at Chu Feng with confusion.

"It's like this, you were all born from the essence blood of the Great God Pangu..."

Chu Feng recounted the events of the Witch-Demon Calamity to them one by one.

Three days later.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, although you can see the fate of our Witch Clan, how can we survive the Calamity?

The Heavenly Dao is surely above the Primordial Limitless Golden Immortal realm. Even if we prove ourselves as Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortals, the Heavenly Dao probably won't allow our Witch Clan to survive," said Xuanming, who had always been calm.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, only Xuanming and Houtu were least affected by the malevolent energy. In other words, besides Dijiang being a natural leader and more composed, and Zhujiuyin having a naturally deep personality, only Xuanming and Houtu were intelligent among the other witches.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanming asks a good question!"

Chu Feng paused and said, "Although Great God Pangu has passed away, a being as great as him wouldn't be that simple, would he? His will still remains, and we can seek his help and protection."

"How do we do that?" Dijiang asked.

"We'll play poor and pitiful. You are Great God Pangu's descendants, his darlings. As long as you explain your situation in Pangu Hall, Great God Pangu won't stand by and watch you meet misfortune."

Chu Feng coughed lightly and slowly spoke, "Your attitude must be sincere. Weep until you're heartbroken, be as pitiful as possible."

For a moment, the faces of the witches were filled with confusion.

"Crying and whimpering, what kind of talk is that? Our Witch Clan sheds blood but not tears, and we fight to the death without retreating. At worst, we'll fight the Heavenly Dao!" Zhurong said disdainfully, her neck stiff.

Dijiang pondered for a moment, her eyes rolled, and she had an idea. She pointed at Zhurong and immediately ordered, "Zhujiuyin, Gonggong, Qiangliang, Xuanming, the four of you go together and beat her up until she comes to her senses."

Zhurong: ???

Before she could react, Gonggong let out a strange cry and made the first move, with the other witches following closely behind.

Instantly, the witches devolved into a brawl, and Zhurong's screams echoed through the Ancestral Witch Hall.

"Big Sister, I was wrong, I was wrong! I've come to my senses, spare me!"

Chu Feng stared with disbelief, muttering to himself, "Holy crap! Is this the Witch Clan's style? They just start fighting without a word?"

After a long while, Dijiang waved her hand and ordered, "Alright, stop."

After the witches stopped, Dijiang looked at Zhurong, who was curled up on the ground, body trembling, and bruised and swollen. She was quite satisfied, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, "We'll do as Fellow Daoist Chu suggested. We'll all go to Pangu Hall together to pay our respects to Father God."

Immediately, she looked at Zhurong, "If you don't cry pitifully enough later, I'll have them beat you until you cry."

Zhurong: ...

"Let's go, we're going to pay our respects to Father God."

As Dijiang ordered, Zhurong quickly got up. The witches, along with Chu Feng, went to Pangu Hall