It was rare to encounter a primordial spirit cultivator who practiced the path of the flesh and held no prejudice against the Witch Race, so Jiu Feng was willing to befriend him.
Although Cihang had only just broken through to the Golden Immortal realm, Jiu Feng thought very highly of his future.
"Go back and recover as quickly as you can. Tomorrow, quite a few clansmen will probably challenge you!"
Seeing that Cihang looked somewhat disheveled, Jiu Feng did not delay his recovery any longer and turned to leave first.
After watching Jiu Feng depart, Cihang returned to his temporary cultivation grounds.
Because of his battle with Ming Yan, Cihang looked somewhat disheveled, but he did not seem weak.
The previous battle had looked intense, but it had not pushed him to his limits.
Though he had only just entered the Golden Immortal realm, his mana was nearly twice that of experts at the same level, comparable to someone at the peak of the early Golden Immortal realm.
That was the benefit of having sufficient reserves and a deep foundation.
In just a short while, Cihang's body and mana had fully recovered.
After recovering, Cihang began reflecting on the gains from this battle, continuously refining the Azure Dragon Battle Skill.
Because he had previously focused on primordial spirit cultivation, although his body had also broken through to the Golden Immortal realm,
his battle techniques had been too crude to fully display their proper power.
A night passed in the blink of an eye. As the first light appeared on the horizon, many members of the Witch Race had already gathered below Cihang's spirit mountain.
Some clansmen who had not seen Cihang undergo his tribulation had also come by reputation, hoping to witness the body-tempering methods of a primordial spirit cultivator.
Cihang, inside the cave abode, also noticed the bustling scene outside.
"These Witch Race members really are warlike, but that is precisely what I need!"
Cihang smiled faintly before stepping out of the cave abode.
The moment Cihang emerged, he received an enthusiastic welcome from the Witch Race cultivators.
There was no need to say more. What followed was naturally one exciting sparring match after another.
Cihang remained with the Witch Race for a full hundred years.
During those hundred years, he did not enter seclusion again. Other than recovering his mana, he spent his time battling different Witch Race cultivators.
Even with his abundant reserves, he found it somewhat hard to endure.
However, the benefits were equally obvious. Cihang had now completely mastered the power of his body, and the Azure Dragon Battle Skill had become increasingly refined and powerful.
Even his primordial spirit cultivation had become more solid and profound through battle after battle.
After a hundred years of fighting, Cihang had grown increasingly familiar with these Witch Race members. To repay them, he refined some pills and talismans for them.
They were pills and talismans for recovering from injuries and restoring mana, as well as improving the body's origin.
The primordial world was far from peaceful now, and the Witch Race had a great demand for pills and talismans.
For that reason, Cihang became even more popular among the Witch Race.
Witch Race members from other tribes would often come to Cihang to exchange for pills and talismans as well.
Likewise, to repay Cihang, the Witch Race collected many spirit roots and medicinal herbs for him. Though they were not innate, each had its own wondrous use.
Cihang transplanted all these spirit roots into the Glazed Grotto-Heaven.
After a hundred years, the Glazed Grotto-Heaven had also changed greatly.
Not only had Cihang transplanted spirit roots there, the grotto-heaven itself had also produced trees and spiritual vegetation brimming with vitality.
Everything was developing in a favorable direction.
Now that I have completely mastered the power of my body, there is little point in staying any longer!
Cihang suddenly considered leaving.
The atmosphere of the Witch Race was good, but it did not ultimately belong to him.
"Cihang, Cihang, do you still have any pills for treating injuries?"
A sudden commotion came from outside the cave abode.
Cihang walked out and saw Ming Yan and several others, all seriously injured.
"What happened?"
Cihang formed hand seals, gathering the surrounding life force and sending it into the bodies of the severely wounded people.
Nourished by that vitality, their injuries instantly recovered by more than half.
Just as they had recovered somewhat, several more severely injured Witch Race cultivators arrived one after another.
Cihang used the Spirit Nurturing Technique to heal their injuries one by one.
Looking at these heavily wounded Witch Race members, Cihang could not help but feel weighed down.
"Thank you. If not for you, our injuries would have taken a hundred years or more to recover from!"
After his injuries recovered, Ming Yan's voice was no longer as weak as before.
"What exactly happened? How did you suffer such serious injuries? Did war break out with the Demon Clan?"
Although the Witch Race and Demon Clan had always been at odds, a full-scale war had not yet erupted.
Could it be that the conflict between the Witch and Demon Clans had truly escalated?
"No one knows what happened to that Bi Fang, but he actually brought a group of Demon Clan members to provoke us near the tribe.
"Hmph. They dared provoke our Witch Race like this. How could we possibly let them go?
"Do not just look at our injuries. The Demon Clan suffered even greater casualties.
"It is just a pity that I cannot continue killing Demon Clan members!"
A regretful expression appeared on Ming Yan's face.
Although his injuries were no longer a serious issue, continuing to fight was out of the question.
"Demon God Bi Fang? Great Witch Jiu Feng did not make a move?"
Cihang hurriedly asked.
"Of course Great Witch did. Though Bi Fang is also a Demon God, he is absolutely no match for Great Witch."
Ming Yan had blind confidence in Jiu Feng.
It was not just Ming Yan. The other Witch Race members all nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
Bi Fang is probably here for revenge this time!
These Witch Race members did not know, but Cihang understood clearly.
Although he did not know why Bi Fang had waited so long to act, the only reason Bi Fang would rashly make a move was likely Chiyu.
In the end, this matter had begun because of him.
"Stay here and focus on healing. If any more clansmen return injured, just have them take these Spirit Recovery Pills!"
After handing the pills to Ming Yan, Cihang turned into a streak of light and flew directly beyond the Witch Race territory.
Before Ming Yan could even speak to stop him, Cihang had already vanished from sight.
The moment he left the Witch Race territory, Cihang sensed the disturbance of a great battle in the distance.
Without pausing in the slightest, Cihang rushed straight toward the battlefield.
He should not have involved himself in the conflict between the Witch and Demon Clans, but this time was different. Since it had begun because of him, he could not remain entirely detached.
Moreover, after being pursued by Chiyu for more than a hundred thousand li, Cihang had been deeply indignant. Now it was time for these Demon Clan members to pay the price.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Before he even approached the battlefield, Cihang could already feel the terrifying aftermath of the battle.
The center of Jiu Feng and Bi Fang's battle had already been razed to the ground. Even cultivators from both clans were doing their utmost to avoid it, lest they be caught in the fallout.
Cihang did not overestimate himself by trying to interfere in that kind of battle. Instead, he plunged into the Demon Clan forces.
Though it was only for an instant, Cihang could tell that Jiu Feng had not fallen into a disadvantage.
Compared with Jiu Feng, the other Witch Race members were in far less favorable circumstances.
Although the Witch Race was not weak in individual combat, they held no advantage in numbers.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With a movement of his palms, an azure dragon manifested and instantly killed several Demon Clan Profound Immortals.
The Jade Divine Seal also transformed into a green mountain and smashed down upon the Demon Clan.
He had not used spiritual treasures while sparring with the Witch Race, but he would not show the Demon Clan the same restraint.
Each of these Demon Clan members was burdened with Karmic Debt, so Cihang felt no psychological burden in attacking them.
With spiritual treasures and battle techniques unleashed together, no one could resist Cihang for a time.
In only a short while, nearly a hundred Demon Clan members had fallen at Cihang's hands.
Cihang showed no sign of stopping, forcefully killing one Demon Clan member after another.
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