Pangu's Last Drop of Essence Blood!

Nan Ji lay on the ground, stunned.

I really want to shout: The Great Desolation's schemes are too deep, I want to go back to the countryside.

Houtu crossed her arms and glared at Zhurong in front of her. "I don't care, my newly acknowledged brother was beaten up like this by you!"

Despite Zhurong's bad temper and impatience with others, he doted on his youngest sister immensely.

At this moment, Zhurong looked at Houtu helplessly. "Sister, tell me, how should I compensate him!"

The eldest, Dijiang, watched the scene unfold, his head aching.

He tried to ease the atmosphere, saying, "Little sister, there was a reason for this."

"Yeah! We saw you hadn't returned and were afraid the Three Pure Ones had captured you..."

Gonggong, who was naturally loud, trailed off, his voice getting quieter as if he were afraid of disturbing Houtu.

On the other side, the Three Pure Ones, who were secretly watching, looked helpless. They hadn't revealed themselves not only because they were recovering their cultivation, but also because they trusted that with Houtu and the Queen Mother of the West present, Nan Ji would definitely not suffer any losses.

Zhurong, who had been feeling a bit guilty, immediately slapped his thigh upon hearing Gonggong's explanation. "That's right! That brat just said he wouldn't hand over the people!"

"Are you brainless!"

Houtu was so angry she wanted to point at Zhurong's forehead, but she couldn't reach, so she stood on tiptoe.

Seeing this, Zhurong tilted his body slightly.

Nan Ji watched this scene from the side and thought to himself: As expected, the youngest in the family is the most spoiled. Gonggong and Zhurong are both doting siblings!

Even though Houtu kept poking Zhurong's large head with her finger, Zhurong didn't seem angry at all.

If it were anyone else, Zhurong would have already thrown punches.

But now, Zhurong spoke softly, "Little sister, big brother didn't mean to! Big brother will apologize to him!"

"Apologies are useless, compensation!"

Houtu said with a feigned pout.

"Alright, alright! What compensation do you want, little sister? Just say the word."

Zhurong readily agreed in order to appease Houtu.

"Well, it doesn't have to be too valuable, just the last drop of Father God's essence blood!" Houtu said nonchalantly.

Holy crap!

Nan Ji heard this and felt tears welling up in his eyes.

This beating was worth it!

He also understood that Houtu hadn't come out to watch him get beaten for this very reason.

The Three Pure Ones, upon hearing this, were deeply shaken!

As everyone knew, after Pangu created the heavens and earth, his body transformed into the Twelve Ancestor Witches, leaving behind twelve drops of essence blood.

He never expected that Pangu had a hidden hand, and the information was wrong.

Niu Niu, who was the Queen Mother of the West, shook her head with her hands clasped behind her back. Houtu, after all these years I've spent with you, you never gave me any.

But the Queen Mother of the West then thought again, Nan Ji's foundation was indeed too poor.

Giving it to him wouldn't be a loss.

However, the other eleven Ancestor Witches were not happy about this.

The eldest, Dijiang, with a dark expression, tried to suppress his anger and said, "Little sister, that is Father God's essence blood!"

"Yes, little sister, this is not a matter to joke about," Xuanming also advised.

"Uh, can we not give it, little sister~" Gonggong said with some difficulty.

Although Zhurong was in the wrong, he still tried to negotiate. "How about, little sister, we exchange it for something else? Anything will do."

In any case, none of the eleven Ancestor Witches agreed.

Seeing this, Houtu's beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and she crossed her arms. "I don't care, I've never been so wronged!"

As Houtu spoke, her voice began to choke up. "If you all disagree, I'll take out my share and never return to Buzhou Mountain again."

Saying this, Houtu glared at Dijiang. "As for the Houtu tribe, you can handle it yourselves from now on."

In fact, the reason the eleven Ancestor Witches had come to find Houtu together this time was because Houtu had disappeared again without a trace.

But after all, there was the Houtu tribe among the Witch Clan, and the eleven Ancestor Witches couldn't possibly look after everyone. Thus, they had no choice but to come find Houtu.

"This... this... aren't you making things difficult for big brother!"

Dijiang was now pacing back and forth like a hen about to lay an egg, hesitating.

Ever since they had taken form, Houtu, as the youngest, had been doted on by her elder brothers and sisters.

The warriors of the Witch Clan valued integrity and uprightness, so their elder brothers and sisters always stepped up to handle matters.

Xuanming, as another female among the Twelve Ancestor Witches, identified the key issue and asked, "Then why was there a misunderstanding! Little sister, you should tell us."

Houtu looked over the eleven Ancestor Witches, then clasped her hands and said, "I gave him a Ren Water Immortal Peach. I said I stole it, and he thought you were sent by the Queen Mother of the West to arrest me. It's that simple."

"Ah?"

Upon hearing Houtu's explanation, the eleven Ancestor Witches were all dumbfounded.

"And then, you didn't clarify anything! You just beat him up!" Houtu said, pointing her finger at Zhurong.

Zhurong had initially only submitted because of Houtu, but upon hearing this, he subconsciously looked towards Nan Ji.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bruised black, his face was swollen, and he had even lost two teeth...

Thinking that it was mainly to protect their sister, Zhurong bravely stepped forward to Nan Ji. "Little brother, it was my fault, Zhurong. I'm sorry!"

Although Nan Ji had been beaten badly, they were all superficial wounds. Hearing Zhurong's words, he widened his eyes in disbelief.

Was this still the hot-tempered God of Fire, Zhurong?

This...

Gonggong also stepped forward, cupped his fists, and bowed. "It was my fault, Gonggong. I'm sorry."

"Sorry!"

"Little brother, we're sorry."

Nan Ji once again became the only one in the Great Desolation to receive apologies from the eleven Ancestor Witches.

Thinking of this, Nan Ji couldn't help but grin foolishly. "It's fine, it's fine. It turns out the Dragon King's temple was flooded by the dragon king himself. We're all family! Heh heh, ouch..."

Nan Ji, who had been laughing, accidentally pulled at the wound on his lip, letting out a yelp of pain.

"What does the Dragon Clan have to do with this!"

Gonggong said quietly upon hearing Nan Ji's words.

Houtu, listening to Nan Ji, put her hands on her hips and said, "You guys... did you hear that? Brother Nan Ji said we're family. I don't care, I'm not leaving if you don't give it to me."

Looking at Houtu before them, the eleven Ancestor Witches were truly at a loss.

Dijiang, as the eldest brother, was silent for a long time before making up his mind and speaking. "Then give it to him! You all wait here!"

Dijiang was also a man of action. Since he had agreed, he had to go back to Pangu Hall to get it.

With a wave of Dijiang's hand, a spatial rift appeared before everyone. He then plunged headfirst into it.

Huh?

When Nan Ji heard that he could actually get it, his eyes lit up.

Seeing their leader Dijiang agree, Houtu jumped up happily. "Hooray!"

Then, Houtu quickly touched Zhurong's forehead. "Second brother, does your head still hurt? I'll blow on it for you... whoosh..."

She then went to Gonggong. "Third brother, was I too fierce just now? Did I scare you?"

In this way, Houtu coaxed the remaining ten Ancestor Witches one after another.

And these ten Ancestor Witches fell for it, looking utterly pleased as Houtu coaxed them.

Seeing this scene, Nan Ji also wanted to show a warm expression, but Houtu's voice was like a "clamp"!

It was terrifying, but they didn't seem to feel anything at all. The Ancestor Witches were exceptionally united and happy.

Nan Ji suddenly thought that their self-destruction later, and perhaps Houtu's transformation into reincarnation, along with Gonggong's enraged collision with Buzhou Mountain and his subsequent demise, might be related.