Two Arrive But Lu Changqing Is Absent

The two arrived but did not see Lu Changqing's figure, and were astonished.

They wondered in their hearts.

In the vast Wuji Heaven, there wasn't a single Saint?

Where did Saint Changqing go?

He's actually not home!

Did Saint Changqing perhaps go traveling in the Primordial World?

If that's the case, we'll have a hard time finding him!

Hong Yun sighed, holding his forehead.

The Primordial World was now boundless and vast. Although the Hunyuan Heaven and Earth Great Array was present, they didn't know Lu Changqing's whereabouts.

Without being able to use the great array to search for him, they could only look slowly.

Buzhou Mountain.

Lu Changqing passed by Buzhou Mountain and found the area below the mountain to be exceptionally lively.

It turned out the Witch Clan was holding a celebration banquet.

In recent years, the Witch Clan had participated in the creation of worlds and expeditions, and their overall strength had advanced by leaps and bounds!

The morale within the clan was soaring uncontrollably.

The cultivation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches had all surpassed the peak of Quasi-Saint!

But there was still a long road ahead before they could achieve Dao and become Hunyuan.

They hadn't even touched the threshold of Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Because the Witch and Demon clans had not yet begun their decisive battle, Buzhou Mountain still stood tall and majestic.

It supported the heavens and the earth, piercing straight into the clouds.

It contained countless profound mysteries.

The Pangu pressure on the mountain was still as heavy as an abyss.

As Lu Changqing took a step, myriad auspicious clouds naturally swirled around his body.

Countless rays of purple energy surged from the sky.

They transformed into a rainbow bridge, paving the way beneath his feet.

Such an extraordinary phenomenon immediately alerted the members of the Witch Clan.

Seeing that the visitor was Lu Changqing, the entire place erupted in excitement.

Saint Changqing!

Saint Changqing has arrived at the Witch Clan!

It's Saint Changqing!

Welcome, Saint Changqing!

Numerous beings of the Witch Clan shouted in unison.

They deeply admired and were full of gratitude for Lu Changqing's meritorious deed of establishing the supreme great array.

Therefore, upon seeing Lu Changqing arrive at the Witch Clan, they cheered and rejoiced as if they had seen a worshipped idol.

Upon hearing the news, the Twelve Ancestral Witches also appeared one after another.

Di Jiang walked at the forefront and said enthusiastically, "Welcome, Saint, to the Witch Clan!"

The eleven Ancestral Witches behind him bowed in unison.

Di Jiang's expression was fervent. He had originally planned to lead his clan to visit Wuji Heaven, but he hadn't expected Lu Changqing to arrive at the Witch Clan first.

This was truly a grand event for the Witch Clan.

"Saint Changqing, it's been many years!"

Houtu said softly.

Lu Changqing responded with a smile, "Indeed!"

"I remember when I first met fellow Daoist Houtu, you had just achieved Quasi-Saint."

"And now you have reached such a realm!"

Houtu smiled, "This is all thanks to the Saint. Otherwise, how could our Witch Clan have achieved today's accomplishments!"

As they conversed, everyone walked further inside.

Di Jiang extended an invitation, "It is rare for Saint Changqing to visit the Witch Clan."

"Please join us in the celebration!"

Lu Changqing readily agreed. He had come to observe because the Witch Clan was so lively.

The hosts and guests enjoyed themselves.

"I see all of you, my brothers and sisters, have cultivated to the peak of Quasi-Saint."

"You are only one step away from achieving Dao and becoming a Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal. Do you have any plans?"

Lu Changqing inquired.

He sensed that the cultivation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches had all surpassed the peak of Quasi-Saint.

This realm was merely a final push away from achieving Dao.

Houtu shook her head with a wry smile, "How could it be that easy!

We haven't not tried."

"But we have always found it difficult to take that final step, and instead, we have consumed a considerable amount of Merit."

The Merit they, the twelve of them, obtained from creating worlds, if gathered together, would have offered a glimmer of hope.

However, they lacked the Primordial Violet Qi.

To become a Saint was as difficult as ascending to heaven!

"I've heard that Wuji Heaven has the ability to help people achieve Dao and become Saints?

I wonder if this is true?"

Di Jiang asked curiously at this moment.

The successive emergence of Saints from Wuji Heaven had already made them yearn for it.

Lu Changqing chuckled, "Of course, it's true!

But you must sign a contract and be incorporated under my Wuji Heaven."

When it came to the topic of becoming a Saint, Lu Changqing's spirits immediately lifted.

However, after hearing his words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches fell into silence.

Buzhou Mountain.

Inside the great hall.

Hearing Lu Changqing's words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches remained silent.

Sign a contract and submit to Wuji Heaven!

For them, this matter was truly difficult to decide.

Once they joined Wuji Heaven, it would mean submitting to someone else's authority.

This was something they could not accept.

Di Jiang's brows were tightly furrowed, he had long anticipated this.

There was no such thing as a free lunch in the world.

Wuji Heaven would not help others become Saints without seeking anything in return.

This was simply too unrealistic.

It was precisely because they had this suspicion in their hearts that they had not gone to Wuji Heaven all this time.

If it weren't for their concern for their reputation, given their eagerness to seek the Dao, they would have already been unable to restrain themselves and asked.

Seeing the Twelve Ancestral Witches' silence, Lu Changqing immediately understood their thoughts.

"It's not that you have to submit to Wuji Heaven forever."

"You only need to serve for ten thousand years, and you will regain your freedom once the term is up."

As soon as these words were spoken, a glint flashed in the eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Merely ten thousand years?

Not required to submit forever?

Looking at it this way, it wasn't entirely impossible to consider.

Their biggest headache was that although the accumulated Merit was barely enough.

But to achieve the Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal, they absolutely needed the assistance of the Primordial Violet Qi.

Otherwise, the hope of success would be too slim.

That was the Merit they had accumulated with all their heart and soul.

Without the Primordial Violet Qi, if they failed to achieve Dao, all their efforts would be in vain.

"Serve Wuji Heaven!

Serve for ten thousand years!"

Di Jiang's heart waged a fierce internal battle.

Ten thousand years was but a fleeting moment for them.

But the Witch Clan's nature was to revere unrestrained freedom.

To fight Heaven Dou, to contend with Saints.

When had they ever shown the slightest hesitation?

Lu Changqing said no more, flicking his sleeve.

Twelve strands of Primordial Violet Qi appeared one after another.

They intertwined and circled within the great hall.

Purple light flowed, illuminating the entire hall.

Seeing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' breathing involuntarily quickened.

A full twelve strands of Primordial Violet Qi!

This meant twelve opportunities to achieve Sainthood!

Saint Changqing was truly unfathomable; to be able to produce so much Primordial Violet Qi so casually, it was likely that even Heavenly Dao in the Primordial World couldn't do this!

"How is it? Are you satisfied?"

Lu Changqing asked with a smile.

He had displayed twelve strands of Primordial Violet Qi at once, intending to move the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches could all become Saints, that would be twelve Saints.

Whether it was expanding territory or opening up the world, their efficiency would double.

Moreover, the twelve of them could at least help him consume twelve billion Merit!

This deal was worthwhile no matter how you looked at it.

Struggle was written all over the faces of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

That was Primordial Violet Qi!

It was truly difficult to resist.

But compared to the opportunity to become a Saint, they valued their freedom more.

Di Jiang suppressed the longing in his heart and said solemnly, "Please allow us, Saint Changqing, a moment to discuss!"

"After we finish discussing, we will give you our answer."

Lu Changqing did not urge them further upon hearing this.

It didn't matter, as long as the Twelve Ancestral Witches wanted to achieve Dao and become Hunyuan, they would come to him sooner or later.

He didn't believe they could resist the allure of becoming a Saint.

Whoosh!

With a casual wave of his hand, the twelve strands of Primordial Violet Qi instantly vanished.

Looking at the empty great hall, a trace of loss surged in the hearts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

If they had agreed just now, Saint positions would have been almost within reach.

"Saint Changqing, may I ask if the Heaven-Opening Profound Scripture originates from Pangu's method of opening the heavens?"

Di Jiang turned to ask another question.

The other Ancestral Witches also cast their gazes over.

This was also what they cared about most.

The Heaven-Opening Profound Scripture was so profound, yet it had many similarities with Pangu's method of opening the heavens.

Could it be that Lu Changqing had some connection with Father God?

Lu Changqing nodded slightly and said calmly, "Pangu? He was my close friend."

"What?!"

Pangu was actually Saint Changqing's close friend?!

Could it be that Saint Changqing was also a being from the Chaos period?!

So his origin was this astonishing!

No wonder he possessed inexhaustible Merit.

As expected, he was someone with an extraordinary background.

"Since he is Father God's close friend, then Saint is also a friend of our Witch Clan!"

Di Jiang said solemnly, his gaze towards Lu Changqing becoming even more fervent.

So Saint Changqing had such a connection with Father God!

The attitude of the Ancestral Witches became even more intimate.

"That's right!"

"Since Saint Changqing knows Father God, our Witch Clan will be holding a grand ceremony to worship Father God in a hundred years."

"I hope you can grace us with your presence then, Saint!" Di Jiang said with a sincere invitation.

The Witch Clan holds a grand sacrificial ceremony every ten thousand years.

This is the source of the Witch Clan's strength—during the ceremony, they can pray for blessings from their Father God within Pangu Hall.

The Father God bestows all sorts of opportunities.

To the Witch Clan, this is of utmost importance.

Lu Changqing's interest was piqued upon hearing this.

Pangu had already perished, yet he could still bestow blessings upon the Witch Clan every ten thousand years?

How did he manage that?

Lu Changqing also wished to witness it firsthand.

When Pangu created heaven and earth back then, his cultivation should have reached the Half-step Great Dao realm.

"Alright."

"I'll stay for a few more days to observe the sacrificial ceremony," Lu Changqing agreed.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were naturally overjoyed.

In the days that followed, Lu Changqing would chat and laugh with the Ancestral Witches.

The Witch Clan were naturally bold and unrestrained.

They spent their days indulging in pleasure, completely free of constraints.

However, as the twelve Ancestral Witches each led their own tribes, soon only Houtu remained to accompany Lu Changqing.

The two of them drank and chatted idly.

Houtu sighed, "Thinking back to when I first met the Saint, your every move shocked me."

Lu Changqing smiled faintly.

Speaking of which, Houtu was indeed the first person he had gained through Merit.

"The Saint was a Grand Unity Golden Immortal back then, but now you have achieved Dao and become a Saint."

"Such talent is truly unparalleled in the world!" Houtu expressed her admiration without any pretense.

Just then, someone entered the great hall—it was Xing Tian, a Great Witch from Houtu's tribe.

"Leader, Kuafu and Xiang Liu, a subordinate of Leader Zhurong, have started fighting!" Xing Tian reported in a hurry.

As for Lu Changqing, after staying as a guest in the Witch Clan for many years, he had long grown accustomed to such things.

Houtu frowned upon hearing this—they were fighting? Why would they start fighting for no reason?

"Let's go and see!"

She said in a deep voice, then left with Xing Tian.

Lu Changqing also got up to follow.

He might as well enjoy the spectacle.

When the three of them arrived, Zhurong was already present, roaring, "What are you two doing! Stop fighting immediately!"

"Saint Changqing is still a guest of the Witch Clan; these two fighting in public greatly damages the Witch Clan's reputation."

Xiang Liu's face was ashen; he had already been severely injured by Kuafu.

Zhurong, however, didn't seem to care much—this was too common among the Witch Clan.

The Witch Clan usually just brawled amongst themselves.

A wrong glance could lead to a fight.

It would start with: "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you, what about it!"

—And then they would fight.

Although Xiang Liu was severely injured, he was still unconvinced.

After all, he had lost.

Zhurong's anger began to rise.

Xiang Liu was a great general under him, and his defeat at Kuafu's hands caused Zhurong to lose face.

Houtu, with her gentle nature, did not wish to dwell on the matter and said softly, Big brother, how about we let this matter go?

Zhu Rong was even more displeased upon hearing this.

Seeing Xiang Liu's severe injuries, he flatly refused:

Absolutely not! We must fight another round, otherwise, as the leader, how can I maintain my dignity!

Let alone Kuafu, even if my little sister were to offend me, I, your elder brother, would absolutely not forgive you lightly!

Besides, your tribe's strength is already inferior.

Houtu could tolerate the first few sentences.

However, this last sentence touched her sensitive spot.

Why was her tribe inferior to Zhu Rong's tribe?

She immediately roared, "We are both Ancestral Witches, why should there be a distinction between high and low!"

Ancestral Witches detest being looked down upon by others, and this applies even to their own siblings!

Houtu said sternly, "Fine! Since elder brother insists, this little sister will personally seek your guidance!"

Zhu Rong had no reason to back down.

The two Ancestral Witches drew their swords, their hostility palpable, drawing the attention of their respective tribesmen who gathered to watch.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

The leader is mighty!

The leader is invincible!

The Witch Clan members shouted encouragement.

A battle between leaders is truly rare.

Lu Changqing also stopped to watch.

With a thunderous roar!

The two suddenly clashed.

Houtu, abandoning her usual gentle demeanor, attacked with fierce and sharp moves.

Still as a secluded orchid, moving like thunder, every strike was deadly!

She even manifested her Ancestral Witch true form, engaging in a fierce battle.

Zhu Rong grunted, and was actually pinned down by Houtu, his head held and dragged across the ground!

Her assault did not stop.

Houtu lifted him up and smashed him fiercely into a mountain.

The mountains crumbled and the earth split, the sun and moon lost their luster.

Do you submit or not?

Do you really think I'm easy to bully?!

Embedding Zhu Rong deeply into the mountainside, Houtu questioned him angrily.

Zhu Rong's face was bruised, and he repeatedly begged for mercy, "I submit, I submit... Little sister, quickly stop..."

Only then did Houtu release her grip.

Otherwise, Zhu Rong feared he would be permanently sealed within the mountain.

** Calm restored, Houtu resumed her serene appearance.

Turning around, she saw Lu Changqing gazing at her.

Her heart immediately fluttered.

Oh no!