No need for elder brother, I will personally reclaim this place.

Not to mention the startled neighbors, the Witch Clan side was in quite a stir!

Zhurong's booming shout snapped Houtu out of her reverie, and she looked up to see the Witch Clan disciples frantically showing off their muscles.

Houtu looked bewildered: "Elder Brother, what's going on? Did an enemy break in?" Her gentle, puzzled voice instantly pulled the raging Ancestral Witches back to their senses.

Xuan Ming was the first to respond: "Sister Houtu, what was wrong with you just now? You looked so distracted and lost, your sisters and brothers were worried sick. Tell me, did someone bully you out there? If so, just say the word, and I'll go teach them a proper lesson."

Liu Feng: Ah-choo! Ah-choo!

He sneezed several times in his sleep but didn't wake up, just shifted positions and kept snoozing.

"Exactly, little sister, did someone mess with you? Tell your brother, I'll go settle the score right now, make that scoundrel vanish into thin air and ease your anger!"

"Yeah! Daring to touch our little sister, they've got a death wish!"

In an instant, the other Ancestral Witches got riled up too, clamoring to drag the culprit out and tear them limb from limb.

Good thing Liu Feng didn't hear that, or he'd probably be cowering under his blanket, trembling! No way! I never bullied Goddess Houtu! And with my tiny frame, how could I dare bully her? Are you Big Shots overestimating me or what?

Houtu quickly waved her hands: "Oh, come on! How could that be? I'm at least a Grand Golden Immortal—who could bully me? Nothing like that, don't jump to conclusions, brothers. And tell them to rein in their auras—this is our own tribe, what kind of spectacle is this? Don't make people think the Witch Clan has gone mad."

The other Ancestral Witches were left speechless, their mouths twitching. We're just worried about you!

And you call it madness—doesn't your conscience hurt saying that?

"Enough, everyone disperse!"

Dijiang, the Witch Clan's Elder Brother, gave the order, and the entire clan fell silent instantly.

"Little sister, come with us." Dijiang led the group back to the Ancestral Witch Hall and cut straight to the chase: "Little sister, are you really okay?"

"Yeah, little sister, if something's bothering you, just say it. If it weren't a tough problem, you'd never look like this."

Faced with her brothers' relentless questioning, Houtu didn't hold back. She told them everything—from the heart-throb that sent her investigating, to the fight with Nuwa over a disciple, and how Liu Feng turned her down.

"What? Sister Houtu, you're saying some brat named Liu Feng is that clueless? He chose Nuwa over you? I'll go drag him over here right now! How ungrateful!"

"Yeah, that's outrageous, daring to reject our little sister! A clueless punk like that, I'll slap him to death!"

Hot-tempered Zhurong, barely finishing his words, was about to charge to Nuwa's dojo halfway up Mount Buzhou to grab Liu Feng.

"Brothers, wait! Don't be like that—I'll handle my own affairs. Besides, he's just a little fellow who just underwent Transformation. If you go grab him and others find out, they'll say we're bullying the weak—how bad would that look!" Houtu quickly called out to stop them.

"Hmph, who'd dare talk nonsense!"

"Exactly, the Witch Clan's business isn't for anyone to meddle in!"

"Oh, brothers, if you keep this up, I'll really get angry." Houtu, seeing she couldn't persuade them, put on a stern face with a hint of displeasure.

"Uh..."

The two immediately backed down—they feared nothing except Houtu's anger.

"Fine, we won't go. But if I ever see that kid, I'll make sure he gets a taste of my wrath!" Zhurong still grumbled as he dropped the line.

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"I know, I won't let him off easy either," Houtu replied vaguely.

Liu Feng sneezed twice more in his sleep: Ah-choo! Ah-choo!

This made him wonder if someone really had it out for him. In this Primordial World, he hadn't offended anyone—except Goddess Houtu!

Ha... no way, right?

Women, such petty creatures.

"Little sister, can you tell us more about this little fellow named Liu Feng? Why would a kid who just underwent Transformation stir both your and Nuwa's Dao hearts, while we feel nothing? Is there something off about this?"

Dijiang, as the Elder Brother, asked with a serious face.

The Primordial World was far from peaceful at this time. Dijiang had just received news that the war among the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans was escalating, reaching a point of no return.

Though the Witch Clan hadn't been dragged in yet, Dijiang wasn't taking any chances. If this Liu Feng's identity was suspicious, he'd have to be ruthless and nip this potential threat in the bud.

"Elder Brother, I can't really explain it. I was cultivating in the tribe when my Dao heart suddenly wavered. I focused and sensed the source not far from Mount Buzhou, so I went to check it out. The moment I saw him, a voice in my heart told me I had to keep him close—he carries a great opportunity for me, maybe even a huge benefit for our entire Witch Clan! So I wanted to take him as my disciple and keep him by my side. But then Nuwa had the same idea and wanted to take him as her disciple too. Not only that, she had no martial honor—she tempted him with the Bao Lian Deng, saying she'd give it to him if he became her disciple. And just like that, Liu Feng was lured away by Nuwa!" Houtu pouted as she recounted the story.

The Witch Clan had always trained only their physical strength, never their Primordial Spirit, so they had no use for artifacts. The entire clan barely had a few decent artifacts to show for it. And because of that, she'd lost Liu Feng—one of the reasons she couldn't stand Nuwa.

"That little brat has no backbone, huh? Bowing to a master for a single artifact—someone so greedy doesn't deserve to be your disciple, Sister Houtu!"

"Exactly, exactly! How could someone like that be your disciple?" Zhurong and Gonggong were once again making a ruckus on the sidelines.

These two hotheads had always been like this—they couldn't stand each other, but they were even worse toward outsiders, especially anyone who dared to provoke their beloved little sister. They'd gladly grind their bones to dust.

"Both of you, shut up!" Dijiang barked, then turned to Houtu. "Little sister, you say a little fellow who just passed the Transformation Tribulation could benefit the entire Witch Clan. Could your intuition be wrong?"

"It shouldn't be wrong, elder brother. Even if our Witch Clan doesn't cultivate the Primordial Spirit, we still have that instinctive sense from the unseen.

At that moment, it felt like I'd received an oracle from Father God himself. That's why I'm so upset that I didn't let Liu Feng become my disciple!"

At this, the other Ancestral Witches fell silent.

A mere willow spirit at the Transformation Tribulation stage, capable of benefiting the entire Witch Clan? That was nothing short of a fairy tale!

But if it was an oracle from Father God, that changed everything.

They might doubt anyone, but never Father God. Since it was His oracle, they needed to find a chance to meet this little fellow named Liu Feng and see just what he was capable of.