Nan Ji turned his gaze toward Niu Niu.
Noticing Nan Ji sizing her up, Niu Niu hurriedly looked at Houtu and said with an exaggerated expression, "Duo Duo, so you're Ancestor Witch Houtu!"
Then, Niu Niu hurried over to Nan Ji's side and leaned against him like a little bird. "Brother, we were both fooled by Duo Duo! We won't play with her anymore."
Houtu glanced at Niu Niu resentfully, only to see her casually clench her fist.
The first time, he had been tricked by Xiao Sheng at Wuyi Mountain.
The second time, he had been tricked by Houtu at his own home, Xuanqing Peak.
Nan Ji felt that the Great Desolation's tricks ran deep. He narrowed his eyes at Niu Niu and asked, "You're not some Great Desolation powerhouse here to trick me too, are you?"
Queen Mother of the West Niu Niu widened her watery eyes and shook her head desperately.
Looking at the innocent Niu Niu before him, Nan Ji believed her.
His first thought was that there couldn't possibly be that many powerful women in the Great Desolation.
He had completely forgotten Zhang Wuji's mother's words from his previous life.
"Fine, I'll believe you for now!" Nan Ji did not dwell too much on things that had yet to happen. Instead, he looked up at the sky. "The time has come!"
Niu Niu was very familiar with those words. It was time to eat!
So she asked, "Brother, are we having roasted meat or hotpot?"
Nan Ji looked at the ten ancestor witches before him and counted the number of people. There were quite a few, so he said, "Then let's have hotpot!"
As soon as he said that, Niu Niu seemed guilty and hurried off to prepare the ingredients.
Meanwhile, Nan Ji saw Duo Duo standing nearby as though she had done something wrong. Thinking of her future fate, his heart suddenly softened.
He said, "Duo Duo, hurry and help prepare!"
Duo Duo, who had looked like she had done something wrong, brightened at once when she heard that. "Alright!"
She hurried off to hunt spirit beasts around the mountain.
The ten ancestor witches beside them widened their eyes at the sight.
Back in the Witch Clan's tribe, the eleven ancestor witches would never have let Houtu do such things.
Zhurong frowned slightly and looked at Nan Ji. "Nan Ji, my little sister..."
Houtu, who had not gone far, heard Zhurong's voice and knew what he wanted to say.
So Houtu glared at him, and it was as if someone had muted Zhurong. His mouth opened and closed, but he could not say a word.
Nan Ji found the scene before him extremely amusing, but he still held back his laughter.
Did Zhurong not care about saving face?
However, Nan Ji threw an arm around Zhurong's shoulders. "Second Brother, we have something important to do!"
With Nan Ji giving him an out—and with that "Second Brother" making him feel especially pleased—Zhurong hurriedly replied, "Little Nan Ji, just tell your Second Brother whatever you need!"
"We... um, does Brother Zhu Jiuyin specialize in the Law of Time?"
As he spoke, Nan Ji pulled Zhurong over and asked.
There were simply too many ancestor witches before him for Nan Ji to tell them apart.
He could only distinguish Gonggong, Zhurong, and Xuanming.
Zhurong answered, "Your Eleventh Brother really does specialize in the Law of Time. What's up?"
As he spoke, Zhurong called out to someone in the crowd, "Eleventh, come here. Twelfth Brother needs your help."
With those words, Zhurong had effectively placed Nan Ji in the twelfth position among the ancestor witches.
Though the ancestor witches were all rather rough around the edges, they knew that since Pangu's essence blood had been given to Nan Ji, calling him the thirteenth ancestor witch would not have been excessive.
However, Houtu called him her brother, so the ancestor witches had privately ranked Nan Ji twelfth.
Besides, Dijiang, Zhurong, and Houtu—the eldest, second, and twelfth—had all made their positions clear. Naturally, the other ancestor witches had nothing to say.
Thus, none of the ancestor witches objected to Zhurong's words. Instead, one of them stepped forward and said, "Little Twelfth, what do you need? Just say it!"
That "Little Twelfth" made Nan Ji feel a pang of emotion.
Although everyone said that the ancestor witches of the Great Desolation were brainless brutes, the Twelve Ancestor Witches had indeed always been united.
Even the sight of the "main force" moving out together to find Houtu made Nan Ji, who had come from a later age, especially envious.
Nan Ji was not one to be overly sentimental, so he spoke directly. "I really do need Eleventh Brother's help!"
This was also one of Nan Ji's regrets. Though the Great Desolation had spirit brews and fine wines, their alcohol content was far too low. He deeply missed the high-proof baijiu of his previous life.
He especially missed sauce-aroma baijiu. With its whole 129... brewing process, after all, the Great Desolation lacked nothing but time.
Nan Ji told the ancestor witches about the brewing methods for high-proof baijiu from his previous life, and the ancestor witches immediately understood what it would taste like.
The ancestor witches all became interested in this "baijiu" and began offering ideas based on the laws they specialized in.
"Little Nan Ji, we have to use Nine Nether Weak Water. Only then will the taste be richer!" Gonggong, the Ancestor Witch of Water, said after some thought.
"We also need to add Undying Grass and Wushan Lingzhi..." said Jumang, who specialized in the Law of Wood.
"We must use Earth Vein True Fire to refine it!"
"I have Wind-Ceasing Fruit!"
The remaining ten ancestor witches all brought out what they believed to be their finest items according to the sensation Nan Ji had described.
Nan Ji had originally only been reminiscing about the baijiu of his past. But after hearing the ten ancestor witches' suggestions, he became even more curious about how it would taste.
The ancestor witches were all people of action. In an instant, they began brewing this one-of-a-kind precious liquor of the Great Desolation with great fanfare.
"Hey! Third Brother, that's enough water, enough!"
Nan Ji hurriedly shouted as he watched Gonggong bring over nearly an entire river of Nine Nether Weak Water.
But Gonggong merely waved his hand and ignored Nan Ji. "No, no, it's not enough yet. This isn't even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth."
Thus, when the liquor had just finished brewing, a rich fragrance spread from Kunlun throughout the Great Desolation.
"Ah, what an overbearing scent."
"Why does it smell fermented? It's disgusting, bleh!"
"Hiss, how can this scent confuse the divine soul?"
The living beings of the Great Desolation all exclaimed after smelling it.
Dijiang had only just arrived from Buzhou Mountain. As soon as he emerged from space, his nose twitched. "What is this? It smells so damn good!"
"Big Brother, this is the liquor Twelfth Brother mentioned! Have a drink!"
Gonggong controlled a long river of liquor that coiled through the air as he spoke to Dijiang.
Hearing that, Dijiang casually flung something to Nan Ji. "Here!"
Then, using the Law of Space, he drew out a huge mouthful of liquor and drank it in one gulp.
Nan Ji hurriedly caught that precious drop of Pangu's essence blood, his heart surging with excitement.
As he looked at the drop of essence blood, dark-red and golden halos alternated around it, while waves of heavy creation aura and destructive energy continuously spread outward.
But after thinking about it, Nan Ji did not consume it immediately. Instead, he temporarily stored it inside the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda.
As the large mouthful went down, Dijiang felt a burning heat from his mouth to his stomach, like roiling magma that nevertheless awakened every inch of his senses.
The aroma of the high-proof liquor instantly rushed straight to Dijiang's crown.
"Excellent!"
"Refreshing!"
"What is this called, liquor? This liquor is the good stuff Witch Clan men ought to drink!"
After downing that huge mouthful, Dijiang's cheeks began to flush as he spoke boldly.
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