Using Nuwa to Refine Pills

Pangu Hall.

The Ancestral Wu gathered together, but the atmosphere inside the hall was completely different from the tense atmosphere outside. Instead, it exuded a relaxed feeling of enjoying the excitement.

Zhu Rong grinned widely, laughing heartily. He slapped his thigh and shouted gleefully.

"That felt great! That really felt great!"

"Those hairy bastards have finally met their match!"

"I wonder who came up with this idea, to use Demon Clan to refine pills and magical Magic Treasure! They're truly a genius!"

"He is indeed a talented person."

Gong Gong stroked his chin, unusually not arguing with Zhu Rong, but instead showing agreement.

"Now, those two guys, Di Jun and Taiyi, are probably going to be in a real mess."

"Serves them right! Who told them to swagger around in the Primordial Wilderness all day long?"

"From now on, the Demon Clan will have to live in constant fear when they go out, lest some cultivator ambush them and skin them alive!"

The other Ancestral Wu in the hall also wore expressions of joy, discussing amongst themselves, their words filled with anticipation for the impending troubles facing the Demon Clan.

Only Houtu frowned slightly, a hint of reluctance showing in her eyes.

"In that case, the Primordial Wilderness will once again descend into chaos."

"I wonder how many more innocent lives will be lost in this conflict."

Zhu Rong's smile froze, but she waved her hand dismissively.

"Oh dear, Sister Houtu, you're just too soft-hearted!"

"What does this have to do with our Wu Clan? It wasn't one of our Wu Clan's sons who died!"

"Exactly!" Qiang Liang voice.

"We can just watch the fight between those Rogue cultivator cultivators and Demon Clan. You're just too soft-hearted; why bother with all that?"

"Good!"

"Sister Houtu, you're just too kind."

The Ancestral Wu all spoke up, and although their words contained no malice, their indifference and schadenfreude were unmistakable.

Zhou Ming sat upright on the High Platform, taking in the expressions of everyone present.

He glanced at Houtu and saw that she had her head down and looked forlorn, which stirred something within him.

Houtu's compassion is both her path and her tribulation.

It seems it's time to put some things on the agenda.

Just then, Zhu Rong, that restless big mouth, spoke up again.

Just then, Zhu Rong seemed to have thought of a brilliant idea, her eyes lit up, and she suddenly spoke.

"Hey! You all say that the higher the cultivation level of the Demon Clan, the better the quality of the pills and Magic Treasure they can refine, right?"

The Ancestral Wu nodded subconsciously.

Zhu Rong rubbed his hands together, determined to say something astonishing.

"Since the higher the cultivation level of the Demon Clan, the better the pills and Magic Treasure they can refine..."

"What if... what if we used Nuwa to refine pills?"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, completely unaware that the air in the hall had instantly frozen.

"What level of pills and Magic Treasure do you think can be refined from that?"

"Would it make someone instantly become a saint after eating it?"

"Or, could we directly forge a Chaos Supreme Treasure?"

Puff--!

Zhou Ming spat out the mouthful of tea he had just taken a sip of, splashing it all over the floor.

He froze, staring straight at Zhu Rong with disbelief in his eyes.

There was only one thought in my mind.

What's wrong with this guy's brain? How could he even think like that?

Using Nuwa to refine elixirs and magical Magic Treasure?

He probably has a death wish!

The entire Pangu Hall fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

The remaining eleven Ancestral Wu turned their heads in unison and stared intently at Zhu Rong with an expression that suggested they were looking at someone mentally challenged.

That look in his eyes was incredibly complex.

There was shock, bewilderment, and a touch of pity.

More than anything, it was a heartbreaking realization that "there really is a fool among our brothers."

Gong Gong even subconsciously shifted his position, trying to get away from this "fool".

Zhu Rong felt uneasy under their gazes, shrank back, and muttered somewhat hesitantly.

"I... I was just saying it casually, just kidding..."

"What kind of looks are you giving me? We're not really going to capture Nuwa to refine elixirs."

"Well said."

Zhou Ming finally came to his senses. He wiped the tea from the corner of his mouth and looked at Zhu Rong expressionlessly.

Don't say it again.

"I'm afraid Fellow Daoist Nuwa would hear this and personally descend from Wa Huang Heaven to kill you."

"Good!"

Di Jiang echoed this with a dark expression.

"Zhu Rong, next time you speak, use your brain that's been burned dry!"

Zhu Jiuyin was also speechless, and slowly spoke.

"Zhu Rong, I suggest you speak less in the future."

"Why?" Zhu Rong protested.

"I'm afraid you won't live to see the next Tribulation," Zhu Jiuyin added expressionlessly.

Seeing this, Zhou Ming decided to quickly change the subject to avoid Zhu Rong saying anything more shocking.

He cleared his throat and straightened his expression.

"Alright, let's leave the matter of the Demon Clan race aside for now."

"Di Jiang, you twelve, go to your respective tribes and select the thirteen most elite Great Witch."

"Tell them to come to the Pangu Hall to see me."

"Choosing Great Witch?"

Di Jiang was somewhat surprised and asked.

"Big brother, is there something you need them to do?"

"If anything happens, just give us brothers the order, and we'll take care of it perfectly!"

"It's not like we have something for them to do."

Zhou Ming shook his head and slowly revealed his plans.

"I asked you to select Great Witch so that each of us could contribute a drop of our Essence Blood for these Great Witch to refine."

Upon hearing this, all the Ancestral Wu were taken aback.

"Brother, why is this?" Zhu Jiuyin asked in a deep voice.

The Essence Blood of the Ancestral Wu are incredibly precious!

That is the Origin Essence of their power; even a single drop would cause them considerable loss.

Zhou Ming's gaze swept over everyone, and he explained in a deep voice.

"The reason we had the Great Witch refine our Essence Blood is so that they can do so when necessary."

"They can replace us and form the Twelve Divine Fiend Formation!"

"To replace us?"

The Ancestral Wu were even more puzzled.

Why is that?

Zhou Ming patiently explained, "We cannot guarantee that all thirteen of us will be able to fight together against the enemy every time."

"In case, due to some special circumstances, some of us are tied up or separated, making it impossible to gather the full thirteen."

"Then, these Great Witch who have refined our Essence Blood can fill our vacant positions and form the Twelve Divine Fiend Formation."

"Although the formation they form will be somewhat weaker than if we were to attack ourselves."

But it's definitely stronger than the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation, which can't be set up at all, or one composed of twelve people.

These words caused all the Ancestral Wu to fall into deep thought.

They had never thought about this question before.

Yes, what if someone gets separated from the group?

The power of the Du Tian Shen Sha Great Array will be greatly reduced!

This is taking precautions!

This is preparing a trump card for the Wu Clan to deal with unforeseen circumstances!

"I see!"

Di Jiang was the first to react and nodded solemnly.

"Brother's foresight is profound; it is we who have not considered things thoroughly enough."

"I'll go and choose the most suitable Great Witch right away!"