Ranking Twelfth Among the Twelve Ancestor Witches

Nan Ji turned his gaze toward Niu Niu.

Sensing Nan Ji's scrutiny, Niu Niu quickly looked at Houtu, exclaiming dramatically, "Duo Duo, so you're actually Ancestor Witch Houtu!"

Then, Niu Niu practically skipped over to Nan Ji, acting demurely. "Brother, we've both been tricked by Duo Duo! We're not playing with her anymore."

Houtu shot Niu Niu a resentful look, but Niu Niu inadvertently clenched her fist.

The first time was when Xiao Sheng tricked her on Wuyi Mountain.

The second time was when Houtu tricked her on her own Xuanqing Peak.

Nan Ji felt that the Great Desolation's schemes ran deep, so he squinted at Niu Niu and asked, "You're not some Great Desolation powerhouse trying to trick me, are you?"

Queen Mother of the West, Niu Niu, widened her big, watery eyes and shook her head vigorously.

Nan Ji looked at the innocent and pure Niu Niu before him and believed her.

His first thought was, Where did so many powerful women come from in the Great Desolation?

He completely forgot the words of Wu Ji's mother from later generations.

"Fine, I'll trust you for now!" Nan Ji didn't dwell too much on things that hadn't happened. Instead, he looked at the sky and said, "It's time!"

Niu Niu was familiar with these words. It was time to eat!

So she asked, "Brother, are we having roast meat or hot pot?"

Nan Ji looked at the Ten Ancestor Witches before him. He mentally counted the numbers and realized there were quite a few. "Then let's have hot pot!"

As soon as he said this, Niu Niu seemed to feel guilty and quickly went to prepare the ingredients.

Nan Ji saw Duo Duo standing to the side, looking like she'd done something wrong. He suddenly thought of this girl's future fate and his heart softened.

He said, "Duo Duo, hurry up and get ready!"

Duo Duo, who had been looking like she'd made a mistake, brightened up at his words. "Okay!"

She then quickly went to hunt spirit beasts around the mountain.

Meanwhile, the Ten Ancestor Witches on the side watched this scene, their eyes widening.

If this were in the Witch Clan's tribe, none of the Eleven Ancestor Witches would have treated Houtu like this.

Zhurong frowned and looked at Nan Ji. "Nan Ji, my sister..."

Houtu, who hadn't gone far, heard Zhurong's voice and knew what he wanted to say.

Houtu glared at him, and Zhurong seemed to have his sound cut off. He opened and closed his mouth but couldn't utter a single word.

Nan Ji watched the scene before him, finding it quite amusing, but he held back his laughter.

Doesn't Zhurong care about his reputation?

However, Nan Ji put an arm around Zhurong. "Second Brother, we have something big to do!"

With the excuse Nan Ji provided, and especially with Zhurong finding the address "Second Brother" extremely pleasant, Zhurong quickly replied, "Little Nan Ji, just tell Second Brother what you need!"

"We... hmm, does Brother Zhu Jiuyin have a mastery of the laws of time?"

As he spoke, Nan Ji pulled Zhurong along.

The main reason was that there were so many Ancestor Witches present that Nan Ji couldn't identify them all.

He could only distinguish Gonggong, Zhurong, and Xuanming.

Zhurong replied, "Your eleventh brother does indeed have a mastery of the laws of time. What's up?"

As he spoke, Zhurong gestured to someone in the crowd. "Old Eleven, come here. Twelfth Brother needs your help."

Zhurong's words essentially placed Nan Ji in the position of the Twelfth Ancestor Witch.

Although the Ancestor Witches were all rough around the edges, they knew that having given Pangu's essence blood to Nan Ji, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the Thirteenth Ancestor Witch.

However, Houtu also called him brother, so the Ancestor Witches privately ranked Nan Ji twelfth.

Furthermore, with the eldest, Dijiang, the second, Zhurong, and the twelfth, Houtu, all having expressed their stance, the other Ancestor Witches naturally wouldn't say anything.

So the Ancestor Witches didn't object to Zhurong's words. Instead, one of the Ancestor Witches stepped forward. "Little Twelve, what do you need? Just say it!"

This address, "Little Twelve," made Nan Ji's heart ache with a touch of bitterness.

Although it was said that the Ancestor Witches of the Great Desolation were all brainless brutes, these Twelve Ancestor Witches had always been very united.

Seeing the "main force" collectively mobilize to find Houtu made Nan Ji, who had come from later generations, extremely envious.

Nan Ji wasn't one to be overly sentimental, so he directly stated, "I do need Eleventh Brother's help!"

This was also Nan Ji's regret. Although there were spiritual liquids and fine wines in the Great Desolation, their alcohol content was too low. This made Nan Ji greatly miss the high-proof liquors of later generations.

Especially the sauce-aroma baijiu, with its 129... process. After all, time was the one thing the Great Desolation had no shortage of.

Nan Ji told the Ancestor Witches the method for making high-proof baijiu from his memory. The Ancestor Witches immediately understood its taste.

Thus, the Ancestor Witches became very interested in this "baijiu," and they discussed their ideas based on their respective mastered laws.

"Little Nan Ji, for the water, you must use Nine Nether Weak Water to give it a richer flavor!" said Gonggong, the Ancestor Witch of Water, after some thought.

"We also need to add Undying Grass, Wushan Lingzhi..." said Jumang, who had mastered the laws of wood.

"It must be refined with Earth Vein True Fire!"

"I have Wind-Ceasing Fruit here!"

The remaining ten Ancestor Witches, based on Nan Ji's description, each brought out what they considered the best ingredients.

Originally, Nan Ji was just reminiscing about the white spirits of the past. After the ten Ancestor Witches spoke, Nan Ji became even more curious about how it would taste.

The Ancestor Witches were also people of action. In an instant, they began to brew this unique delicacy of the Great Desolation with bold strokes.

"Hey! Third Brother, that's enough water, enough!"

Seeing Gonggong drawing nearly a river of Nine Nether Weak Water, Nan Ji quickly shouted.

Gonggong, however, waved his hand, completely ignoring Nan Ji's words. "No, no, it's not enough. This little bit isn't even enough to pick my teeth with."

Thus, as soon as the liquor was brewed, a rich aroma spread from Kunlun throughout the Great Desolation.

"Ah, what a potent smell."

"Why does it smell like dregs? So disgusting, ugh!"

"Hiss, this smell, how can it bewitch the soul!"

The beings of the Great Desolation who smelled it all exclaimed.

Dijiang had also just arrived from Buzhou Mountain. Emerging from space, he twitched his nose and said, "What is this? It smells so damn good!"

"Eldest Brother, this is the liquor the Twelfth Brother mentioned! Have a taste!"

Gonggong manipulated a long river of condensed liquor, making it swirl in the air, and said to the leader, Dijiang.

Upon hearing this, Dijiang casually tossed it to Nan Ji. "Here!"

Then, using spatial laws, he conjured a large mouthful of liquor and drank it down.

Nan Ji quickly caught the precious drop of Pangu's essence blood, his heart filled with excitement.

Looking at the drop of essence blood, dark red and golden-yellow halos alternated, and waves of profound creation energy and destructive aura continuously spread outwards.

But Nan Ji thought about it and didn't immediately consume it. Instead, he temporarily stored it in the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda.

With a large gulp, Dijiang felt a burning sensation from his throat to his stomach, like rolling lava, yet it awakened every inch of his senses.

The aroma of high-proof alcohol immediately reached the crown of Dijiang's head.

"Good!"

"Refreshing!"

"What do you call this, liquor? This is the kind of good stuff our Witch Clan warriors should be drinking!"

As the large mouthful went down, Dijiang's cheeks began to flush, and he declared heartily.