Fellow Daoist, You Jest
The moment Xuanwei's figure appeared, the previously noisy hall suddenly fell silent.
The great shamans present all turned their heads in unison, their sharp gazes cutting through the air like blades, and terrifying malevolent energy burst forth from their bodies, condensing into streaks of Dao Blood smoke in the void.
The Xuanwei Daoist robe fluttered without wind, and the ground beneath his feet cracked silently.
His pupils contracted slightly, and he felt as if the space around him had frozen, with every inch of his skin bearing immense pressure.
This overwhelming pressure, formed purely from blood and qi, even gave him the feeling of facing the entire You Xiong Tribe alone.
Heavy and terrifying!
"Interesting." Jiufeng leaned lazily against the bronze pillar, a wisp of dark red malevolent energy swirling around her fingertips.
Her red lips curved slightly, but a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes. "How could a human appear so silently within our clan's ancestral hall..."
At this point, Jiufeng looked Xuanwei up and down.
"Among the entire human race, those with the cultivation of Quasi-Saint the Three Corpses are few and far between. Coupled with the Imperial Purple Qi and blazing heat emanating from you, you must be Xuanwei, right?"
Jiufeng's words immediately stunned all the great shamans present.
But soon, their gazes toward Xuanwei held a newfound curiosity.
Chiyou scrutinized Xuanwei and couldn't help but ask, "You are Xuanwei?!"
"You guys know me?!"
Xuanwei also looked at everyone with some curiosity.
He could sense that these people possessed terrifying power.
Even in terms of physical strength alone, no one is superior to him Quasi-Saint of the Three Corpses.
Its blood energy was terrifying to the extreme.
That was a terrifying level that could rival all the Myriad Races of the Great Desolation.
"The Witch Clan?!"
Xuanwei quickly deduced the identities of the group.
After all, in the entire Primordial Wilderness, only the Witch Clan and the Fierce Beast Clan probably possess such strength in terms of physical strength and blood energy.
The reason they are not among the Fierce Beast beasts is...
That's because the people in front of them, although their aura also revealed a fierce and murderous intent.
However, it still falls short of the legendary Fierce Beast clan, which is known for its ferocity.
However, it must be admitted that Xuanwei has been around for so long that many of the myriad Myriad Races of the Great Desolation have witnessed a great deal about it.
But this was the first time he had ever met someone from the Witch Clan.
"A candidate for the Human Emperor..."
Xing Tian laughed loudly, his voice booming like thunder. "In the entire Primordial Wilderness, who doesn't know your name, Xuanwei?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding air suddenly became heavy, as if an invisible pressure was pressing down on them.
"But why are you, a candidate for Human Emperor, not staying obediently in your human race, but trespassing into our Ancestral Witch Hall?"
As he spoke, he suddenly took a step forward, causing the earth to tremble violently. A surge of violent blood energy swept out like a raging torrent, heading straight for Xuanwei's face.
"If you don't give us a satisfactory explanation..."
Xing Tian grinned, revealing his menacing white teeth, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.
"Even if you're a candidate for Human Emperor, Laozi 'll show you what 'the hospitality of the Witch Clan ' really means!"
He felt the oppressive aura emanating from Xing Tian.
Xuanwei's gaze also narrowed, and he sighed inwardly:
"These great shamans... are indeed as rumored, utterly domineering!"
That's normal, though, since in the entire Primordial Wilderness, which race has the most saints?
That would undoubtedly belong to the Witch Clan, after all, the Witch Clan has a full twelve Heavenly Saints!
Such a quantity would be impossible if not because sages did not usually interfere in the affairs of the Primordial Wilderness world.
In addition, the number of people in the Witch Clan is small, and they do not often venture into the Primordial Wilderness.
It's likely that the title of the number one race in the Primordial Wilderness doesn't belong to the human race.
Besides, we're ultimately in the wrong.
Trespassing on someone else's territory!
Thinking of this, Xuanwei couldn't help but sigh.
With hands clasped in a humble gesture, he bowed to the assembled great shamans. "Fellow Daoists, if I have offended you in Xuanwei way, please forgive me."
His voice was clear and calm, neither humble nor arrogant, yet carrying a hint of sincerity.
"Xuanwei's sudden intrusion into the Witch Clan's territory was purely coincidental and not an intentional disturbance."
Having said that, he lightly touched his brow with his fingertip, and a mysterious purple-gold mark slowly emerged, hovering above his palm.
It was the mark that the Zi Qiao Ancestor had left on him before.
Upon seeing this mark, all the high priests in the hall were momentarily stunned, then their bodies gradually tensed, and they looked at Xuanwei with serious expressions.
Even the aura of blood and oppressive force that permeated the air vanished without a trace at this moment.
Sensing this scene, and having been observing the expressions of the great shamans, Xuanwei couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise and shock.
It seems this Ancestor Zi Qiao is... no simple character!
After briefly organizing her thoughts, Xuanwei continued speaking.
"Since you fellow Daoists know Xuanwei, you must also know the Xuanyuan Clan is vying with me for the throne of the Human Emperor!"
"Due to the struggle for the throne of the Human Emperor, Xuanwei had been fighting against Xuanyuan! However, although Xuanwei was eager to compete with Xuanyuan, Xuanwei was far inferior to Xuanyuan in both background and strength. Therefore, since the start of the great war, the Qingwu Tribe under Xuanwei had been struggling and suffered repeated defeats."
"However, at that moment, Xuanwei happened to meet a senior known as 'Ancestor Zi Qiao,' who gave Xuanwei a mark, saying that it could help him find a way to break the deadlock. That's how Xuanwei ended up here!"
"If there has been any abruptness, I hope my fellow Daoists will forgive me."
As he finished speaking, he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, humble yet dignified.
For a moment, silence fell over the area in the Ancestral Witch Hall, with only the surging of malevolent energy remaining.
After a long while, Jiufeng finally spoke.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, her red lips parted slightly, and her tone was playful.
"Ancestor Zi Qiao?"
"This name... is quite unfamiliar..."
Upon hearing this, Chiyou, Xing Tian, and the other great shamans were immediately taken aback.
They really wanted to ask a question.
Jiufeng, are you serious?
You don't recognize Sister Zi Qiao?!
But after thinking about it, they still didn't speak, only looking at Jiufeng with great curiosity.
I wondered what she wanted.
Faced with Jiufeng's clearly false words, Xuanwei's expression remained unchanged; he simply responded calmly:
"That senior's origins are mysterious, and even Xuanwei doesn't know her background. All that's known is that her Daoist techniques are profound, far surpassing those of ordinary powerful beings. Xuanwei had thought you, fellow Daoist, might know..."
Jiufeng simply chuckled and shook her head, then said with a solemn expression, "We really don't know him. However, considering that you did not intentionally trespass on our territory, our Witch Clan will not hold it against you. Let's let this matter rest."
Upon hearing this, Xuanwei frowned slightly, but still bowed and thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your generosity, fellow Daoist! But to be honest, fellow Daoists, Xuanwei have another request!"
In response to Xuanwei's request, Jiufeng simply chuckled.
"Fellow Daoist is joking. As Quasi-Saint of the Three Corpses and a candidate for the Human Emperor, if you cannot do it, how could we, a few oddballs, possibly accomplish it?"