Four Symbols Banana Tree and Seven-Colored Gourd Vine

"Demon Clan, halt!"

Just as Haku discovered traces of the Witch Clan, he was blocked by one of them.

Haku looked at the Witch Clan member before him. Although the other party's attitude was poor, Haku wasn't angered. He grinned and said, "May I ask which tribe of the Witch Clan this is? Haku is visiting. Please inform the Ancestor Witch on my behalf."

The Witch Clan member's expression changed upon hearing this. He then said, "Ancestor Houtu does not see the Demon Clan. If you have something to say, just tell me, Kuafu."

Kuafu?

Haku's eyes lit up upon hearing the name. He quickly confirmed with Kuafu, "Is there only one Kuafu in the Witch Clan, or..."

Kuafu looked at Haku's expression strangely and said irritably, "Naturally, there's only one Kuafu. I advise you not to seek out our Ancestor Houtu, lest you lose your life."

This guy is surprisingly kind!

Haku heard this and realized this was the Kuafu who would later become part of a mythical story.

So Haku looked him up and down, thinking to himself, Kuafu now doesn't seem as mature as depicted in later TV dramas.

Haku stroked his chin, immediately losing interest in Kuafu. He then said, "I'm very familiar with your Ancestor Houtu. Please help me pass on the message."

Kuafu felt it was difficult to communicate with Haku and said with some impatience, "I've already said Ancestor Houtu is in a bad mood and isn't seeing anyone..."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure in goose-yellow suddenly lunged into Haku's arms.

"Big Brother!"

Feeling the familiar embrace, Haku knew Houtu had arrived.

He habitually stroked her head and asked, "How did you know I was here?"

Kuafu looked towards Haku's embrace and saw an unfamiliar young girl. He subconsciously said with some displeasure, "Why do you have..."

But upon sensing the powerful Ancestor Witch aura emanating from Houtu, Kuafu was so shocked that he quickly knelt on one knee. "Ancestor Houtu!"

Houtu ignored Kuafu. She looked up, her small face flushed red, and said, "You have the aura of Father God's essence blood. They can't sense it, but I can."

"How is it, am I amazing!"

With that, Houtu looked up, seeking praise.

Just as Haku was about to say something, sudden loud noises erupted from the sky and the ground.

"Twelfth Brother!"

"Little Brother Haku!"

"Little Haku!"

When he saw who had arrived, Kuafu, who was kneeling on one knee, gaped in astonishment. "Ancestor Dijiang, Ancestor Zhurong, Gonggong..."

Good heavens, all twelve Ancestor Witches are here.

This is truly bizarre. Ancestor Houtu, who used to disappear at the slightest provocation, is now appearing with all the Ancestor Witches.

Dijiang first looked at Kuafu and waved his hand. "You may rise."

Seeing this grand display, Haku was initially surprised, then felt a warmth spread through his heart.

"Big Brother..."

"Twelfth Brother, come, your brothers will take you to Pangu Hall."

Just as Haku was about to say something, Zhurong interrupted him.

Before Haku could react, Zhurong, with his large strides, grabbed Haku and ran across the Great Desolation.

The other Ancestor Witches, seeing this, either leaped into space or glided through the air, all heading towards Pangu Hall.

All that was left was a cloud of dust and a stunned Kuafu, who muttered, Pangu Hall. Besides the Ancestor Witches, even Great Witches aren't allowed in... He's from the Demon Clan, it's impossible... impossible...

As the Ancestor Witches led Haku to a mysterious and ancient hall, Dijiang whispered something to the hall, and its doors opened.

When Haku followed the Ancestor Witches into Pangu Hall, he saw that the space inside was not large, perhaps only able to accommodate a few dozen people at most.

However, half of the hall was occupied by a pool filled with dark red liquid.

Above the pool floated a massive heart, which beat slowly after a long interval.

As Haku felt the heartbeat, his physical body's strength gradually increased.

"This... this is..."

Haku, feeling his strengthened body, said in surprise to the Ancestor Witches.

"This is Father God's heart."

Afterward, Haku and the Ancestor Witches began to reminisce, with more than ten of them vying to speak with Haku.

"Little Haku, this is for you!"

Just as Gonggong and Zhurong were about to drag Haku off for a drink, Dijiang brought a Spirit Plant from a corner of Pangu Hall.

Haku looked curiously at what Dijiang held and couldn't help but gasp: 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 considered the Ancestor Witches his brothers and sisters in his heart, receiving a Supreme Innate Spirit Root so suddenly left Nan Ji flustered.

"Take it!" Dijiang said, tossing the banana tree to Nan Ji without a care.

Zhurong patted Nan Ji's shoulder, "When Big Brother returns, he'll find more on Buzhou Mountain. Just take this."

"It's just a shame we can't use magical treasures, we never bothered with them before," Zhu Jiuyin remarked.

"How about we go grab some more for Nan Ji?" Gonggong suggested.

"Okay, okay, I'll take it, I'll take it!"

Nan Ji quickly accepted the Four Symbols Banana Tree as the suggestions became increasingly outrageous.

Despite what the Ancestor Witches said, Nan Ji was deeply moved.

This feeling wasn't just like having brothers and sisters; it was more like the elders from generations past in later times, who would always selflessly prepare the best for you.

Afterward, Nan Ji spent another year playing and joking with the Ancestor Witches.

Then, the Ancestor Witches discovered that Nan Ji's physical body was far too weak.

When the Ancestor Witches asked why Nan Ji didn't use Pangu's essence blood, Nan Ji merely said he hadn't decided yet.

The Ancestor Witches didn't force him to consume it immediately. Instead, they prioritized refining Nan Ji's physical body. They sparred with Nan Ji during the day and threw him into Pangu Hall at night, using the blood flowing from Pangu's heart to temper his body.

Seeing that the time was about right, Nan Ji said with a hint of embarrassment, "I came to see my brothers and sisters this time because I wanted your help with something."

"You brat, you actually have moments where you're embarrassed?"

Zhurong laughed heartily at Nan Ji, as if he had heard something amusing.

The Witch and Demon clans had now formed powerful factions. While they hadn't reached the point of vying for dominance, they were already major groups.

Furthermore, if he wanted to scheme against Di Jun, it had to be when both sides were on equal footing.

Thus, Nan Ji expressed his desire for the Ancestor Witches to accompany him in harvesting the Seven-Colored Gourd Vine, including his plan to scheme against Di Jun.

Unexpectedly, when the Ancestor Witches heard this, Gonggong was the first to grab Nan Ji, "Let's go, let's go! What's there to hesitate about?"

"You're our brother. If your brothers don't help you, who will?"

"Di Jun actually bullied you like that before? Just watch as we brothers and sisters help you get revenge!"

And so, led by Nan Ji, a group of Ancestor Witches majestically returned to the place where many powerful beings had gathered.

Before they even arrived, Zhurong bellowed with his booming voice, "This treasure grew on my Buzhou Mountain. Those who don't wish to offend my Witch Clan, leave quickly!"

Originally, quite a few rogue cultivators had gathered here with a "give it a try" mentality for this treasure's emergence.

As Zhurong's loud voice echoed, many rogue cultivators departed.

There was no other reason than the fact that, for rogue cultivators, they certainly didn't want to provoke the Twelve Ancestor Witches, who possessed formidable physical bodies and were skilled in the laws of power.