"Demons, halt!"
Just as Nan Ji discovered traces of the Witch Clan, a witch blocked his path.
Nan Ji looked at the witch before him. Though the other party's attitude was poor, he did not get angry and said with a grin, "May I ask which Witch Clan tribe this is? Nan Ji has come to visit. Please inform the Ancestor Witch for me, brother."
The witch's expression changed when he heard that. Then he said, "Ancestor Witch Houtu does not see demons. If you have something to say, tell me, Kuafu."
Kuafu?
Nan Ji's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he hurriedly asked Kuafu for confirmation. "So, are you the only Kuafu in the Witch Clan, or...?"
Kuafu found Nan Ji's expression strange and said irritably, "Naturally, there is only one Kuafu. I advise you not to seek out Ancestor Witch Houtu, lest you lose your life."
This guy was actually pretty nice!
Upon hearing that, Nan Ji realized this was the Kuafu who would later become part of the myths.
So Nan Ji looked him up and down and thought, The present-day Kuafu doesn't seem as mature as he is portrayed in later television dramas.
Nan Ji rubbed his chin and immediately lost interest in Kuafu. "I'm very familiar with your Ancestor Witch Houtu. Help me pass on the message."
Kuafu felt it was difficult to communicate with Nan Ji and said impatiently, "I already said that Ancestor Witch Houtu is in a bad mood. She won't see anyone—"
Before he could finish, a goose-yellow figure suddenly threw herself into Nan Ji's arms.
"Big Brother!"
Feeling that familiar embrace, Nan Ji knew Houtu had arrived.
Out of habit, he rubbed her head and asked, "How did you know I was here?"
Kuafu looked into Nan Ji's arms and saw an unfamiliar little girl. Instinctively displeased, he said, "How come you even have—"
But upon sensing the powerful Ancestor Witch aura emanating from Houtu, Kuafu was so shocked that he hurriedly dropped to one knee. "Ancestor Witch Houtu!"
Houtu ignored Kuafu. Raising her head and revealing her flushed little face, she said, "You carry the aura of Father God's essence blood. They can't sense it, but I can."
"So? Am I amazing?"
As she spoke, Houtu lifted her chin, looking like she was waiting for praise.
Just as Nan Ji was about to say something, deafening booms suddenly rang out from both the sky and the earth.
"Twelfth Brother!"
"Little Brother Nan Ji!"
"Little Nan Ji!"
When he saw who had arrived, Kuafu, still kneeling on one knee, could not help but gape. "Ancestor Witch Dijiang, Ancestor Witch Zhurong, Gonggong..."
Good heavens, all Twelve Ancestor Witches had gathered.
What the hell? Ancestor Witch Houtu from his own tribe had always disappeared without warning.
So why had every single Ancestor Witch appeared now?
Dijiang first looked at Kuafu and waved his hand. "Get up."
When Nan Ji saw this spectacle, he was first startled, then his heart warmed.
"Big Brother..."
"Twelfth Brother, come. Your brothers will take you to Pangu Hall."
Nan Ji had just wanted to say something when Zhurong suddenly cut him off.
Before Nan Ji could recover, Zhurong strode away on his huge feet, dragging Nan Ji along as they ran through the Great Desolation.
The other Ancestor Witches followed suit. Some leaped into space, while others glided through the air, all rushing toward Pangu Hall.
They left behind only a cloud of dust and a stunned Kuafu. He muttered, "Pangu Hall... Aside from the Ancestor Witch lords, not even Great Witches can enter... He's a demon. Impossible... Impossible..."
When the Ancestor Witches brought Nan Ji before a mysterious, ancient hall, Dijiang whispered something to it, and the doors opened.
When Nan Ji entered Pangu Hall with the Ancestor Witches, he found that the space inside was not large, enough to hold only a few dozen people at most.
However, half the hall was occupied by a pool filled with dark crimson liquid.
Above the pool hung an enormous heart that beat slowly only after a long while.
As Nan Ji felt the heart's beat, the strength of his body gradually increased.
"This... this is..."
Feeling his body being strengthened, Nan Ji asked the Ancestor Witches in astonishment.
"This is Father God's heart."
After that, Nan Ji began catching up with the Ancestor Witches. With more than a dozen of them, they all scrambled to speak with him.
"Little Nan Ji, this is for you!"
Just as Gonggong and Zhurong were saying they would drag Nan Ji off for drinks, Dijiang carried a Spirit Plant from a corner of Pangu Hall.
When Nan Ji curiously looked at the thing in Dijiang's hand, he could not help but draw a sharp breath. A Supreme Innate Spirit Root—the Four Symbols Banana Tree.
"This..."
"Take it. Big Brother specifically found it for you on Buzhou Mountain," Xuanming explained from the side.
Although he had long regarded the Ancestor Witches as his brothers and sisters, being suddenly given a Supreme Innate Spirit Root left Nan Ji at a complete loss.
"Take it!" Dijiang said, casually tossing the banana tree to Nan Ji.
Zhurong slapped Nan Ji on the shoulder. "After Big Brother returned, he searched all over Buzhou Mountain. Just take it."
"It's just a pity that we can't use magic treasures, so we never cared about such things before," Zhu Jiuyin said.
"Why don't we go rob some more for Nan Ji?" Gonggong suggested.
"Fine, fine, I'll take it! I'll take it!"
Hearing them grow more and more outrageous, Nan Ji hurriedly accepted the Four Symbols Banana Tree.
Though the Ancestor Witches said it so casually, Nan Ji felt only touched by their words.
It did not merely feel like having brothers and sisters. It felt more like the older generation in a later-life family, always silently preparing the very best for him without asking for anything in return.
After that, Nan Ji spent another year playing around with the Ancestor Witches.
Later, the Ancestor Witches discovered that Nan Ji's body was truly too weak.
When they asked why Nan Ji did not use Pangu's essence blood, Nan Ji only said that he had not made up his mind yet.
The Ancestor Witches did not force him to consume it immediately. Instead, they put the tempering of Nan Ji's body on the agenda. During the day, they sparred with him as training partners, and at night, they threw him into Pangu Hall, using the blood flowing from Pangu's heart to temper his body.
Seeing that the time was about right, Nan Ji said somewhat embarrassedly, "I also came to see my brothers and sisters this time because I wanted to ask you for a favor."
"You brat, there are times when you get embarrassed?"
As if he had heard something amusing, Zhurong laughed loudly at Nan Ji.
By now, the Witch Clan and Demon Clan had become major powers. Though they had not yet reached the point of vying for supremacy, they were already great factions.
Besides, if he wanted to plot against Di Jun, it had to be under circumstances where both sides were evenly matched in strength.
Thus, Nan Ji told them that he wanted the Ancestor Witches to accompany him in harvesting the Seven-Colored Gourd Vine, including his scheme against Di Jun.
Who would have thought that after hearing this, Gonggong would be the first to grab Nan Ji. "Let's go, let's go! How can this even count as a problem?"
"You're our brother. If your brothers don't help you, who will?"
"Di Jun actually bullied you like that before? Just watch your brothers and sisters beat it back out of him!"
Thus, under Nan Ji's lead, the Ancestor Witches once again returned in grand force to the place where numerous great powers had gathered.
Before they even arrived, Zhurong bellowed in his booming voice, "This treasure grows on our Buzhou Mountain! Those who do not wish to offend the Witch Clan should leave at once!"
For the emergence of this treasure, many independent cultivators had gathered here simply to try their luck.
With Zhurong's booming shout, quite a few independent cultivators left.
There was no other reason. Independent cultivators had no desire to provoke the Twelve Ancestor Witches, whose bodies were overwhelmingly powerful and who were adept in the power of laws.
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