Demon Clan Heavenly Court: What Shenanigans Are Those Barbarians from the Witch Tribe Up To?

Xuanzheng's "Father God's Care and Pangu Hall Construction Vanguard Inspection Team" was having an absolute blast roaming the Primordial World.

Under the guise of "archaeology," they were actually fixing bugs wherever they found them, and paying "friendly visits" to any "stubborn holdouts."

Bug fixed for the deviation between a certain spiritual vein and the earth vein dragon energy on the East Sea coast! Manual reward: 'Trace Merit' and 'Water Affinity +0.1%'!

Xuanzheng's inner monologue: Not bad, not bad. Even a mosquito's leg is meat. Every little bit counts. Next!

After traveling several hundred more li, a dark mountain peak loomed ahead, emitting faint demonic energy.

"Report! An unknown demonic creature has occupied the mountain ahead, suspected to be a 'Taiyi Golden Immortal level stubborn holdout.' A sign hangs at the entrance to its cave dwelling: 'Private Property, Witch Clan and dogs not allowed!'"

A trace of "construction team captain" professional light flashed in Xuanzheng's "innocent" eyes: "Oh? So arrogant? Come on, brothers, let's go give him a good lesson on the Primordial Demolition Law and the Witch-Demon Peaceful Coexistence Principles, and make sure he deeply understands the spirit of 'Harmonious Primordial World, Everyone's Responsibility.'"

Half an hour later, the bruised and battered "stubborn holdout" demon king, crying and begging, "voluntarily donated" the accumulated "junk" in his cave dwelling – which Xuanzheng saw as scrap materials for repairing Pangu Hall – to the Witch Clan's construction efforts. He also vowed to repent and become a good demon civilized in the Primordial World.

Xuanzheng and his team continued like this, "picking up scraps" and "begging for alms." Wherever they went, either the laws of heaven and earth became a tiny bit smoother, or some ignorant fellows understood what "physical persuasion" meant. Although the commotion was kept to a minimum, always just a small skirmish, the sheer number of times it happened was undeniable!

These scattered "small acts of kindness" accumulated, and the first place to show a change was naturally the Witch Clan's base – Pangu Hall.

Originally, due to the erosion of time and innate defects, the Primordial Ancestral Qi inside Pangu Hall dissipated at a considerable rate, like a leaky sieve.

But after receiving the first batch of basic materials "crowdfunded" by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and with Xuanzheng fixing a few "leaky corners" and "aging circuits" – "corner bugs" that only he could find with the [Primordial World Bug Fixing Manual] – the situation quietly changed.

The old witches responsible for sweeping and cleaning inside the hall had recently felt the air was much fresher. The efficiency of Pangu Hall in gathering the Father God's blessings and Primordial Ancestral Qi had visibly increased by a tiny bit. Although it was just a tiny bit, for the entire Witch Clan, that intangible destiny seemed to have solidified by a sliver as well.

This kind of change would be practically imperceptible to ordinary beings. But to some existences at the top of the Primordial World's food chain, even a ripple on a calm lake could be precisely detected.

Deep within Zixiao Palace, amidst the eternally unchanging chaotic airflow, Hongjun was communing with the void, sorting through the Heavenly Dao's meridians. Suddenly, within the River of Destiny, which represented the destiny of countless beings in the Primordial World, the usually turbid and unruly tributary symbolizing the Witch Clan seemed... a little off?

Normally, this tributary was either "passionately colliding" with the Demon Clan's tributary, splashing up a "mudslide," or growing wildly and chaotically on its own. But today, it seemed... slightly clearer? And its flow rate had... grown by a tiny bit?

Hongjun silently counted on his fingers.

A moment later, his fingertips paused. The secrets of heaven were chaotic, as if pixilated. The specific situation within the Witch Clan could not be deduced.

"Hmm?" Hongjun's eternally unchanging expression showed a subtle fluctuation for the first time, his eyebrows twitching almost imperceptibly.

Had these Witches, who didn't cultivate their Primordial Spirits, didn't respect the Heavenly Dao, and relied solely on brute force to roam the Primordial World, taken some new brand of tonic recently? Or had they collectively achieved enlightenment on profound principles like "using chopsticks to eat"?

He frowned slightly, feeling that this matter was beyond his previous understanding of the Witch Clan. However, he had not yet fully merged with the Dao, and his deduction abilities were indeed limited.

"Never mind," Hongjun quickly calmed his mind. The Witches, after all, had nothing but muscles in their heads. They probably got lucky and hunted a particularly fat ferocious beast, and the whole clan ate their fill, hence the slight increase in destiny. It was ultimately a variable, but the Calamity had not yet arrived, so it wouldn't cause any major waves. Once he merged with the Dao, everything would be under his control.

Hongjun closed his eyes and continued his communion with the void, as if everything just now had been an illusion.

However, while Hongjun could "temporarily ignore" it, Di Jun of the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan was not so calm.

Above the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, Di Jun sat high on his throne. The River Diagram and Luo Script rotated slowly before him, and the brilliance of the Myriad Stars Array flowed within the hall, reflecting the various changes in the Primordial World's destiny.

Suddenly, Di Jun's gaze fixed on the area representing the Witch Clan's destiny.

"Hmm?" he let out a soft sound of surprise.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who was next to him wiping the Eastern Emperor Bell, asked casually upon hearing this, "Elder Brother, what's wrong now? Have those Witch Clan barbarians pooped and peed somewhere again, polluting the Primordial World's feng shui and causing a fluctuation in destiny?" In his opinion, that was about all the Witch Clan was capable of.

Di Jun shook his head, his expression somewhat solemn: "No. Although the Witch Clan's destiny has increased, it is extremely weak, almost imperceptible. However, within it... there is a trace of stability and vitality that has never been seen before. It's not like their usual violent growth from fighting and hunting ferocious beasts, but more like... like they are strengthening their foundation and cultivating their essence?"

"Strengthening their foundation and cultivating their essence?" Taiyi stopped wiping the bell. "What is that? Those guys with developed limbs and simple minds understand this? Shouldn't they not even be able to count the strokes in the character 'essence'?" Elder Brother, are you mistaken? Perhaps they've eaten some particularly nourishing ferocious beasts recently, so they appear 'full of vitality'?"

Di Jun ignored Taiyi's banter. The more he deduced, the tighter his brow furrowed. The Witch Clan, the biggest destabilizing factor in the Primordial World, if they truly began to understand "sustainable development," it would not be good news for the Demon Clan.

"Elder Brother, in my opinion, those dullards of the Witch Clan must have dug up some treasure that Great God Pangu hid back then and taken a few bites, which is why they seem more energetic," Taiyi was still trying to explain with his simple logic. "Or, should your younger brother take a few demon gods down to take a look? If there's really something good, we can snatch it and replenish Elder Brother?"

"Enough, Taiyi," Di Jun said sternly, turning his gaze to the Demon Master Kunpeng, who had remained silent beside him.

A sinister glint flashed in Kunpeng's eyes, and he spoke at the opportune moment: "Your Majesty, what His Highness the Eastern Emperor said is crude, but not without reason. The Witch Clan is powerful and a major threat to our Demon Clan. Any slight movement from them deserves our highest vigilance. A thousand-li dike can be breached by an ant's nest. If they truly have any unknown changes, we cannot be too careful."

Di Jun nodded slightly. Kunpeng's words struck a chord with him. The Calamity was approaching, and any small variable could affect the Demon Clan's grand plan to unify the Primordial World.

"The Demon Master is absolutely correct," Di Jun said, looking at the assembled demon gods below. "This matter will be entrusted to Bai Ze."

Bai Ze, known for his wisdom among the Ten Great Demon Sages of the Demon Clan, stepped forward and bowed to receive the order: "This subject obeys your command."

Di Jun's gaze was profound as he slowly said, "Bai Ze, you will immediately lead a team of elites to secretly investigate what abnormalities the Witch Clan has had recently. Be sure to find out exactly where this sudden 'vitality' of theirs comes from. Remember, only investigate secretly, do not alert the snake."

"This subject understands!" Bai Ze replied again.

A secret investigation targeting the Witch Clan thus quietly began under the command of the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan.

Di Jun looked at the rolling sea of clouds outside the hall and thought to himself: Witch Clan, you barbarians, I hope it's just your luck, otherwise... Hmph!

Meanwhile, at this very moment, Xuanzheng, who was directing his subordinate Great Witches to apply "bug fixing patches" to a collapsing mountainside in some mountain gully in the Primordial World, suddenly felt his nose itch.

"Achoo!" Xuanzheng rubbed his nose and muttered, "Who's talking about me? Could it be that some Elder Brother has found me some good materials again?"