The Eleven Ancestor Witches Arrive at Kunlun

Nan Ji feigned ignorance as best he could, asking the eleven people before him.

"Oh, where are the Three Pure Ones?"

The one at the head of the group asked Nan Ji.

"My Master and Martial Uncles are in seclusion and cannot receive guests. I hope you'll understand," Nan Ji said, cupping his hands toward the eleven.

The leader didn't seem to mind upon hearing this. He waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, it's fine if they aren't here."

A man engulfed in flames spoke directly, "Big Brother, why waste words with him? Just make him hand her over."

The leader thought this made sense and said, "Then please..."

Nan Ji saw that the situation could no longer be hidden.

Fine, I'll take responsibility for my actions.

So Nan Ji interrupted them directly, "You, you've come for her?"

"Hurry up and let her out, and come with us!" the fiery red man said menacingly.

"As soon as she comes out, we won't stay on your Xuanqing Peak!" another man surrounded by flowing water said.

Actually, Nan Ji was just feeling guilty. Otherwise, given these people's characteristics, he could have guessed they were Ancestor Witches.

However, there were few "normal" people in the Great Desolation, so Nan Ji just assumed they were subordinates of the Queen Mother of the West.

"Handing her over is impossible!"

Seeing their fiery tempers, Nan Ji responded forcefully.

He had been at a disadvantage before Di Jun and Tai Yi because his cultivation was too far behind then.

But now, he had the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda from his eldest Martial Uncle Laozi, as well as his own Soul Slaying Staff, and his cultivation had already reached the mid-stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

What's more, his Martial Uncles and Master were right behind him, so he couldn't just back down.

"Good kid!"

Upon hearing this, Zhurong immediately raised his sandbag-sized fist and swung it towards Nan Ji's face.

"Rise!"

Nan Ji reacted quickly. Seeing Zhurong's fist coming, he hurriedly summoned the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda.

Bang!

Zhurong's incoming fist slammed directly into the Mysterious Yellow Qi emanating from the pagoda.

Nan Ji, inside, was completely unharmed.

Seeing this, Nan Ji rejoiced in his heart: Indeed, sometimes treasures are more important than cultivation.

He then thought: Later, my junior martial uncle will rely on the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation to resist the Four Sages. Now, I, Nan Ji, can rely on this Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda to resist these eleven people.

Zhurong, seeing that his attack couldn't even harm a junior, blushed with embarrassment.

"Come out!"

Saying this, Zhurong swung his sandbag-sized fist, throwing one punch after another at Nan Ji.

His fists rained down like raindrops, but Nan Ji remained unharmed under the protection of the Mysterious Yellow Qi.

"What's the point of hiding in your turtle shell? If you have the guts, come out and fight me!"

Zhurong, sweat dripping from his forehead, cursed indignantly.

"Okay!"

Although Nan Ji knew he was in the wrong, he understood that if he didn't fight back today, these people would never leave.

It was hard to imagine what would happen if Duo Duo were captured.

So Nan Ji summoned his Soul Slaying Staff, holding the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, and gripping the Soul Slaying Staff with both hands, he fiercely smashed it at Zhurong. "Take this!"

Seeing this, Zhurong quickly raised his arm to block.

Smack!

A bloody red mark appeared on Zhurong's thick arm from Nan Ji's blow.

"What are you guys waiting for? Aren't you going to help?"

Zhurong felt a sharp pain in his arm and shouted loudly at the ten Ancestor Witches behind him.

Nan Ji, like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, saw that the Soul Slaying Staff could injure Zhurong and thought it would only worsen later, so he laughed loudly, "Is that all you've got!"

With that, Nan Ji quickly used his Soul Slaying Staff, whipping Zhurong again and again.

Soon, Zhurong was covered in bloody marks from the beating.

The other Ancestor Witches hadn't intended to gang up on Nan Ji, but after exchanging glances, they joined the fray.

As the eleven Ancestor Witches joined in, Nan Ji suddenly felt countless fists raining down on him.

"Ouch..."

"What the hell..."

At this moment, Nan Ji felt like his body was being rained on by fists, with kicks thrown in as well.

Even though he was protected by the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, he had no chance to retaliate.

After being beaten for half the day like this, Nan Ji's magic power finally couldn't sustain the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda.

Hummm~~~

With a mournful cry, the pagoda shrank to the size of a palm and retreated back into Nan Ji's body.

"Hey!"

"Stop! Stop! Don't hit me!"

But how could the eleven Ancestor Witches listen? They continued to beat Nan Ji.

However, since Xuanqing Peak belonged to the Three Pure Ones, they only intended to retrieve Houtu and didn't aim to kill.

But they didn't stop either, their fists and feet flying, making Nan Ji's limbs flail.

"Ouch, don't, don't hit my face!"

"Ouch..."

Before, the protective light shield formed by the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda had been shaking precariously from their attacks.

Now, Nan Ji was surrounded by the eleven Ancestor Witches, being beaten so hard he couldn't move.

After being beaten for a long time, Nan Ji, with his eyes swollen like a panda's, asked in confusion, "Wait... wait a moment, why isn't the Soul Slaying Staff corroding your Primordial Spirits?"

"You brat, your curses are too dirty, brothers, let's get him!"

Ancestor Witches?

At this moment, Nan Ji's anger surged, and he shouted, "Then, then why are you Ancestor Witches working for the Queen Mother of the West? Have you no shame?"

The Ancestor Witches stopped their attack upon hearing this and looked at each other.

Gonggong was the first to speak, "Who, who are you working for that woman?"

Nan Ji finally caught his breath, rolled over, and gasped for air, facing the sky. "I never expected that those who don't respect heaven and earth but respect Pangu would do such a thing! You've truly disgraced Pangu."

Nan Ji was genuinely in pain from the beating.

He couldn't help but think that even Di Jun and Tai Yi wouldn't receive this treatment from eleven Ancestor Witches attacking together.

So, he said the most hurtful things he could think of.

Zhurong looked at Nan Ji's words and couldn't understand what he meant.

He reached out and grabbed Nan Ji, lifting him up like a chick. "What do you mean, brat?"

Just then, Duo Duo, who was Houtu, appeared. She said, "What are you doing? How can you treat my brother like this?"

Nan Ji had already given up, but he didn't expect Duo Duo to jump out herself.

So, Nan Ji flipped over, grabbed Gonggong and Zhurong's feet, and shouted to Houtu, "Duo Duo, you stole the Ren Water Immortal Peach! These are Ancestor Witches sent by the Queen Mother of the West to capture you!"

"Run! Run!"

Although Nan Ji's eyes were bruised like a panda's, two of his teeth were knocked out, and his body was covered in bruises, with no part unscathed.

However, in Houtu's eyes, Nan Ji was shining.

The eleven Ancestor Witches stopped their attack when they saw Houtu appear.

"Little sister!"

"Little sister!"

They said, and the eleven Ancestor Witches rushed towards Houtu.

Nan Ji struggled to stop them but couldn't.

He was likely stepped on by one of the Ancestor Witches again.

"I thought you were locked up by the Three Pure Ones!" Zhurong said as he reached Houtu, intending to pat her head.

To his surprise, Houtu gave him a disgusted look and dodged.

Nan Ji saw this and was stunned!

What was going on?

How did Duo Duo become the little sister of the Ancestor Witches?

If she was the little sister of the eleven Ancestor Witches, wouldn't that make her an Ancestor Witch?

The youngest Ancestor Witch... wasn't that Houtu, the Ancestor Witch who transformed herself into the cycle of reincarnation!

It was... Duo Duo!