Ancestor Witches Depart, Three Pure Ones Emerge

Seeing Dijiang about to use space law to grab another large gulp, and the other Ancestor Witches stirring restlessly, Nan Ji couldn't stand it.

He quickly said, "Brothers, wait, wait! We can drink more later!"

"Ah, just a sip!" Zhurong looked at Nan Ji, then held his big head and said, "Brother just spent a lot of effort tempering with seven kinds of flames, I'm so tired and thirsty. Twelfth brother, just one sip."

"Right, I'm exhausted from using these laws, I need a sip."

The nine Ancestor Witches vied with each other to appear weak, then each took a large gulp from the long river of wine.

Even Xuanming, without a word, secretly took a sip.

Dijiang swayed precariously, saying, "Not good, I'm exhausted from using laws from Kunlun Mountain to Buzhou Mountain, I need to replenish!"

Seeing this scene, Nan Ji was left speechless, torn between laughter and tears by the eleven Ancestor Witches.

Were these the Ancestor Witches he remembered? How could they all be... so cute.

However, he knew in his heart that the Ancestor Witches only acted like this towards their true siblings, so he decided to let them be.

"Hmph, you all drink, I'll drink too!"

Watching the Ancestor Witches drink heartily, Nan Ji casually scooped up a fist-sized amount of wine and, mimicking Dijiang, poured it into his mouth.

Seeing Nan Ji do this, the Ancestor Witches stopped their actions for a moment and all looked at him.

As the wine entered his mouth, Nan Ji felt a sensation that was both icy and fiery spread through him, more potent and pure than any baijiu from later generations.

He desperately wanted to spit it out, but seeing the smiling eyes of his elder brothers and sisters, Nan Ji forced himself to swallow it.

As Nan Ji swallowed the wine, he discovered that this baijiu contained the power of ten different laws.

Sometimes it flowed like a babbling brook, sometimes like a surging ocean, drawing Nan Ji into its depths.

It should be known that for cultivators practicing the Dao, encountering laws requires reaching the Quasi-Saint realm.

However, Nan Ji, being in the middle stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal, clearly lacked the cultivation. This caused him to be simultaneously attracted by the laws and numbed by the wine's purity.

After a long while, when Houtu and Niu Niu had prepared the ingredients, Nan Ji finally emerged from his intoxicated state.

"Truly, a great wine!"

Nan Ji exclaimed after waking up.

Its taste and flavor far surpassed any baijiu from later generations, and its effects caused Nan Ji's understanding of the ten laws, such as water and fire, to slowly grow.

"Another..." Nan Ji was about to ask for more when he noticed that the river of wine had disappeared.

Sensing Nan Ji's question, Dijiang explained, "I've asked my little sister to seal the wine in the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil to nurture it. I've also used space law to accelerate its maturation, so we'll have to wait a bit longer."

Seeing that he couldn't drink any more wine for the time being, Nan Ji felt a bit dejected, but the strong sense of intoxication told him he couldn't drink anymore.

So, he began to teach the Ancestor Witches how to eat hot pot.

This time, Houtu, Duo Duo, Queen Mother of the West, and Niu Niu were all rapidly moving their chopsticks, their speed rivaling even Dijiang, the Ancestor Witch who mastered space law.

In a short while, all the ingredients in the hot pot were gone.

"I say, little sister, you didn't prepare enough," Zhurong said helplessly, poking around in the pot with his chopsticks.

Houtu smiled but said nothing.

Nan Ji then had to explain the essence of eating.

After that, Nan Ji also taught the Ancestor Witches games like Mahjong and Monopoly.

Several months passed in a flash, and the Ancestor Witches played from morning till night, from night till dawn, having a great time.

"Hahaha, I finally understand why little sister didn't want to go back. I don't want to go back to Buzhou Mountain either," Zhurong said proudly after winning against everyone.

Dijiang, however, looked thoughtful. After a moment, he slowly said, "It's time for us to go back too."

The cheerful atmosphere was instantly silenced by Dijiang's words.

"No, let's play more!"

It was Nan Ji who said this. Over the past few months, he felt like he had returned to his student days, carefree with over a dozen friends, playing from morning till night.

There was another feeling, the bit-by-bit care the Ancestor Witches showed him.

Although the Ancestor Witches were usually boisterous, they knew he loved wine and would often brew it for Nan Ji. Then, the eldest brother would use space law to compress the wine into wine crystals.

A small wine crystal could condense into a river of wine.

That river was no small stream like in later generations, as the Ancestor Witches' use of laws could shake the heavens and earth.

Nan Ji had received more than a thousand such wine crystals.

In fact, if not for the extreme preciousness of these wine crystals, Nan Ji would have even considered using them to smash his opponents if he couldn't defeat them in the future.

Not only did they possess the power of a river, but they also contained a vast amount of the twelve laws.

Of course, this was just Nan Ji's fleeting thought. He had only ever seen people hit with wine bottles; who would be willing to use wine?

Although the time spent with the Ancestor Witches was short, it made Nan Ji extremely attached to this life.

However, the other Ancestor Witches nodded upon hearing Dijiang's words.

"Alright, let's go, let's go!" Zhurong's impatient nature had him stand up and speak directly.

Seeing that Dijiang and Zhurong had both stood up, the other Ancestor Witches silently rose as well. Even Houtu began to pack her things.

"No... let's play a little longer, just a little..." Nan Ji said reluctantly.

"Twelfth Brother, I'll come visit you again next time!" Gonggong said frankly, patting Nan Ji's shoulder.

"After all, we still have the Witch Clan!" Dijiang, the eldest, explained to the reluctant Nan Ji.

"If you're bored, come find us on Buzhou Mountain. We'll take you to Pangu Hall, which Father God left us!"

"If you finish your wine, come find us."

"Big Brother, Duo Duo has to go back..."

The twelve Ancestor Witches said their goodbyes to Nan Ji.

Suddenly, Nan Ji felt as if he had sand in his eyes. He ran into the hall and brought out the barbecue grill, the mandarin duck pot, and everything else for the Ancestor Witches.

"Take these with you!"

Nan Ji knew the Ancestor Witches' responsibilities and mission, so he no longer tried to keep them.

"Alright, let's go!"

As Dijiang, the eldest, finished speaking, he once again slashed through the air, and a rift appeared before them.

Then, after the twelve Ancestor Witches jumped in one by one, the spatial rift slowly closed.

Nan Ji stared blankly at the rift, then forcefully shook his head, casting the feeling of reluctance aside.

Although the Ancestor Witches' stay was short, the lively and heartwarming feeling made him particularly attached.

It was also thanks to Niu Niu that Nan Ji wasn't too sad.

In the days that followed, Nan Ji and Niu Niu lived their lives while cultivating.

Until one day, Nan Ji, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and said to Niu Niu, "My Masters have come out of seclusion!"

As soon as Nan Ji finished speaking, three beams of pure light flew from Kirin Cliff, and the Three Pure Ones appeared before Nan Ji.

"Greetings, Martial Uncle, Master, Martial Uncle. Have your injuries recovered?"

Nan Ji looked up at the Three Pure Ones, wondering if the vital blood they had forced out over the past hundred years had recovered.

Laozi stroked his beard as usual and said with a smile, "Don't worry, we've all recovered."

"This past century, you've done very well," Yuanshi also said with a smile.

Tongtian had been smiling at Nan Ji, secretly anticipating something. Upon hearing Yuanshi's words, Tongtian couldn't help but ask, "Is that all? Second Brother, didn't you say..."

Tongtian felt extremely wronged.

The smile Yuanshi had on his face when looking at Nan Ji completely vanished when he turned to look at Tongtian.

Tongtian was intimidated by Yuanshi's gaze and, with a jolt, quickly changed the subject, "Little Nan Ji, where's the wine the Ancestor Witches gave you? Uncle Master is really craving it."

Slap!

"Second Brother, why did you hit me?"

"You're coveting Nan Ji's wine too? Don't you have any shame as an Uncle Master!"