Chu Feng: Is There Really Such a Good Deal?

"Mm, not bad."

"I think Fellow Daoist Chu is quite good. If we marry our little sister to Fellow Daoist Chu, we can rest easy."

The witches all chimed in, turning in unison to look at Chu Feng with the expressions of fathers-in-law sizing up a son-in-law.

Zhurong let out a wild laugh. "Our little sister is gentle, considerate, and understanding. Fellow Daoist Chu is calm, dependable, and quite powerful. Why wait for another day when today is as good as any? Let's settle the marriage!"

After pondering for a moment, Dijiang nodded with a grin. "Yes, yes, yes! I raise both hands in favor! Fellow Daoist Chu, since you like our little sister, you should get this done as soon as possible!"

Chu Feng was dumbfounded. Nothing had even begun, and they were already talking about marriage?

He had been visiting the Witch Clan for less than five days, yet they already wanted to arrange his life for him?

On second thought, this did fit the Witch Clan's temperament. They were straightforward and never dragged things out.

"Yes, yes, yes, eldest sister is right. Once Fellow Daoist Chu and our little sister are happily wed and have children, our Witch Clan can establish another tribe. I've decided—it shall be called the Fengtu Tribe." Zhurong said with a broad smile, as carefree as ever.

Houtu blushed crimson, lowering her head and not daring to look at the others before shooting Zhurong a glance. "Third Sister, stop egging them on. Fellow Daoist Chu has only just come to the Witch Clan as a guest. Don't scare him."

Zhurong was displeased. Looking solemnly at Houtu, she said, "Little sister, Fellow Daoist Chu gave us something as precious as Innate Primordial Spirits, and you are the most precious one in our Witch Clan. Precious for precious—wouldn't that be perfect?"

Zhurong was as reckless as ever, saying whatever came to her mind without any restraint.

Chu Feng could only marvel. Was she really selling off her own little sister just like that?

Houtu's pretty face reddened slightly, and she lowered her head without speaking.

Keeping a calm expression, Chu Feng hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Fellow Daoist Dijiang, Fellow Daoist Zhurong, let us discuss this matter another time."

The moment Zhurong heard that, rage flared within her. Her willow brows shot up as she shouted, "No! Fellow Daoist Chu, you refuse to agree, is that it? 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 her?

Chu Feng froze. Was there really such a good deal?

Still, why did this feel a little strange?

After hearing that, Houtu hurriedly raised her head. "Third Sister, how can you be like this..." Before she could finish, her cheeks had already turned as red as ripe apples, and her voice grew softer and softer.

At that moment, Gonggong looked at Zhurong and suddenly spoke. "You savage, stop stirring things up. If you have nothing better to do, why don't you marry Fellow Daoist Chu first?"

"Bullshit! You're clearly trying to start trouble! Do you dare fight me?"

Zhurong flew into a rage, rolling up her sleeves as she prepared to fight.

"If you want to fight, then fight! Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Gonggong did not back down in the slightest.

According to the course of prehistoric events, Zhurong and Gonggong did not get along and often argued.

Because of this, they were manipulated. During the later stages of the Witch-Demon Calamity, they were influenced and launched into a fierce battle.

Gonggong crashed into and broke Buzhou Mountain, bringing forth boundless Karma and greatly reducing the Witch Clan's fortune. The result was the Witch Clan's destruction.

"Enough. Stop arguing. We can discuss this matter later."

Dijiang spoke, and the witches all stopped as well, no longer arguing.

Chu Feng let out a long breath. Then, suddenly, inspiration struck him, and an idea entered his mind.

How could the Witch-Demon Calamity be broken? Only by attaining the Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm could one avoid karmic ties, transcend the calamity, and in essence, still use Breaking the Law with Power.

But the Witch Clan's situation was different from Nuwa and Fuxi's. It was far more complicated.

The Witch Clan had no primordial spirits. Even though he had given three of them Innate Primordial Spirits, nine witches still had not received one.

What if the system's future rewards no longer included Innate Primordial Spirits?

The system was dormant, and its rewards had been set in advance for automatic distribution. If it were not dormant, he could negotiate with it or ask it directly for rewards.

However, even Chu Feng himself had not figured out the system's recovery progress or what exactly he needed to do to increase it.

For example, Nuwa and Fuxi had not increased the system's recovery progress at all. Without knowing the rules, it was difficult for Chu Feng to act.

Under such circumstances, Chu Feng needed to make preparations against unforeseen developments and raise the Witch Clan's strength as quickly as possible.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, a calamity is about to arise. You must raise your strength as soon as possible," Chu Feng suddenly said.

A calamity?

What calamity?

The witches were filled with confusion and all looked toward Chu Feng.

"It is like this. You were formed from the essence blood of Great God Pangu..."

Chu Feng explained the matter of the Witch-Demon Calamity to them in full.

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 even the Hunyuan Grand Unity realm. Even if we attain the Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, the Heavenly Dao likely will not tolerate our Witch Clan surviving." The usually calm Xuanming suddenly spoke.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, only Xuanming and Houtu had suffered the least erosion from baleful energy. In other words, aside from Dijiang, who was a natural leader and relatively steady—

—and Zhujiuyin, who was naturally deep and reserved, only Xuanming and Houtu among the remaining witches were clever.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanming asks well!"

Chu Feng paused before saying, "Although Great God Pangu has perished, how could such a great being be so simple? His will still remains. We can seek his help and obtain his protection."

"How do we do that?" Dijiang asked.

"Cry poverty and play up your misery. You are Great God Pangu's descendants, his beloved little cotton-padded jackets. As long as you go to Pangu Hall and explain the situation, Great God Pangu will not simply watch as you come to harm."

Chu Feng coughed lightly and said slowly, "Your attitude must be sincere. Cry until you look like pear blossoms in the rain. The more pitiful, the better."

For a moment, every witch's face was filled with bewilderment.

"What kind of nonsense is crying and whining? The Witch Clan sheds blood, not tears. We fight to the death and never retreat. At worst, we'll have a fight with the Heavenly Dao!"

Zhurong spoke with utter disdain, craning her neck stubbornly.

After pondering for a moment, Dijiang's eyes shifted as she came up with an idea. Pointing at Zhurong, she immediately ordered, "Zhujiuyin, Gonggong, Qiangliang, Xuanming—the four of you attack together. Beat her up and make her clear her head."

Zhurong: ???

Before she could react, Gonggong let out a strange cry and struck first, with the other witches following right after.

In an instant, the witches were fighting in a tangled mass, while Zhurong's miserable screams echoed through Ancestral Witch Hall.

"Eldest Sister, I was wrong! I was wrong! I'm awake now! Spare me!"

Chu Feng stared wide-eyed in disbelief and grumbled inwardly, Holy shit! Is this the Witch Clan's style? They just start fighting the moment they say so?

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

Once the witches stopped, Dijiang looked at Zhurong, who was curled up on the ground, twitching, bruised and swollen. Quite satisfied, she curled her lips into a smile. "We'll do as Fellow Daoist Chu said. We will go together to Pangu Hall and pay respects to Father God."

Then she looked at Zhurong. "If you do not cry miserably enough later, I'll have them beat you until you do."

Zhurong: ...

"Come, let us go pay respects to Father God."

At Dijiang's command, Zhurong quickly got to her feet. The witches then took Chu Feng with them and headed for Pangu Hall...