Heart-to-Heart, Departure

After the Witch Race officially recognized Qing Xuan as the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, the Ancestral Witch of Strength, Qing Xuan felt a vast fortune bestowed upon him – the fortune of the Witch Race.

Qing Xuan had gained the recognition of all members of the Witch Race, so it was only natural that their fortune would be added to his.

As the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, the fortune he received was now on par with that of the other Ancestral Witches.

Under the influence of this fortune, Qing Xuan instantly felt that his Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique was on the verge of breaking through to the sixth revolution.

This filled him with immense joy. The sixth revolution of the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique corresponded to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm. With his magical treasures and abilities, Qing Xuan felt confident he could contend with anyone, as long as they weren't a Sage.

After establishing his authority before the Witch Race and receiving their fortune, Qing Xuan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches returned to Pangu Hall.

Qing Xuan pondered for a long time and decided to pass on the Three Styles of Heaven Opening, which he had obtained, to the Witch Race.

After all, he had solidified his position as the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch and received the blessings of the Witch Race's fortune.

The stronger the Witch Race became, the more benefits he would receive.

Under these circumstances, Qing Xuan naturally had to do his utmost to help the Witch Race grow stronger.

Upon receiving the Three Styles of Heaven Opening from Qing Xuan, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were rendered speechless.

The Father God's bloodline, the Great Dao of Strength, and now the Three Styles of Heaven Opening – if anyone dared to claim Qing Xuan wasn't the Father God's heir, the Ancestral Witches would beat them senseless.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged glances and made an important decision.

"Brother Qing, from now on, you are the Clan Leader of the Witch Race. We and the entire Witch Race will follow your command."

"That's right, Thirteenth Brother. From now on, whoever you say we should fight, we'll fight."

"Brother, Sister believes you can lead the Witch Race to develop even better."

This decision by the Twelve Ancestral Witches was not a spur-of-the-moment whim. It was because of everything Qing Xuan had done for them that they felt unable to repay him. Furthermore, Qing Xuan had inherited the Father God's legacy, which led them to make this decision.

He had helped the Witch Race find a method for the birth of their Primordial Spirits, offered them counsel, and even passed on the Father God's Three Styles of Heaven Opening to them.

If any one of these feats could be accomplished by someone, they would be considered an honored guest among the Witch Race. Now, Qing Xuan had achieved all of them.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were aware of the Witch Race's shortcomings. When it came to fighting, none of them were afraid. They would even dare to draw their weapons against the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun.

However, when it came to planning and scheming, the Witch Race was completely blind.

With Qing Xuan now present, the Witch Race's final weakness had been addressed.

Qing Xuan waved his hand. He still preferred the peaceful life of a slacker and declined the position of Clan Leader.

"Brother Di Jiang, please take the position of Clan Leader. I will notify you when there are matters to attend to."

Seeing Qing Xuan's firm stance, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had no choice but to relent.

"Alright, apart from Sister Houtu who needs to focus on cultivating her Primordial Spirit, everyone else must return and ensure their respective tribes are disciplined. The first major battle is likely coming soon."

Qing Xuan's gaze seemed to pierce through Pangu Hall and reach the Demon Race on the Sun Star.

The Ancestral Witches nodded, their eyes filled with anticipation for the upcoming battle.

They all departed, and in the blink of an eye, only Houtu and Qing Xuan remained in Pangu Hall.

Houtu's eyes held a hint of reluctance as she spoke softly.

"Brother, are you leaving?"

Qing Xuan nodded. He had been away for a long time and it was indeed time to go back and see.

He wondered if his Master missed him.

Seeing the tenderness and longing in Qing Xuan's eyes, Houtu felt a pang of sadness for some reason.

"Brother, who are you thinking about?"

Qing Xuan looked at Houtu with slight confusion and explained.

"My Master, Nuwa."

Houtu was taken aback. She truly didn't know Qing Xuan had a Master, let alone that it was Nuwa.

As one of the top female cultivators in the Great Desolation, Houtu was naturally familiar with Nuwa, and they were even quite acquainted.

"Ah... Brother, you took Nuwa as your Master?"

"Yes, why?"

Qing Xuan was a little curious about Houtu's reaction.

Houtu stammered, "Then... then wouldn't I be one generation lower than Nuwa from now on?"

Seeing that Houtu's concern was about this, Qing Xuan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Sister Houtu, let's just address each other as we always have."

What Qing Xuan didn't say was that perhaps in the future, Nuwa might have to call her older sister.

Seeing that everything had been arranged, Qing Xuan prepared to leave.

As Qing Xuan was about to depart, Houtu impulsively stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

Her soft lips gently kissed Qing Xuan's cheek.

Qing Xuan didn't expect Houtu's actions. After reacting, he smiled and patted Houtu's head.

Although Houtu always called herself older, in Qing Xuan's eyes, she was still a somewhat naive younger sister.

"Good sister, cultivate well. A great opportunity awaits you later. After we resolve the Witch-Demon Tribulation, you'll stay with me forever, alright?"

Hearing Qing Xuan's words, Houtu immediately felt at ease, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

"Really?"

"Of course, it's true."

Houtu watched Qing Xuan's departing figure with satisfaction.

Outside of Pangu Hall, Qing Xuan's face was still beaming.

Eager to return, Qing Xuan didn't slowly drift on clouds this time but transformed into a beam of light heading towards his Dao Field on Fengqi Mountain.

As he passed over a lush forest, Qing Xuan sensed fluctuations of battle below.

Curiosity piqued, he looked down.

A great demon at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, along with a group of lesser demons, was threatening an old man.

"Old man, His Majesty the Demon Emperor has decreed that all sentient beings are part of the Demon Race. You, spirits of plants, must also join the Demon Race after taking form."

Although the old man was also at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, plant spirits were naturally disinclined to fight and were no match for the great demon.

"We plant spirits are weak in combat. Even if we join the Demon Race, we won't be of much use. Please, immortal, show mercy and spare my kin."

Golden light flashed in Qing Xuan's eyes, and he instantly saw the old man's true form: a ten-thousand-year-old cypress.

So, this forest was the ancestral land of the ten-thousand-year-old cypress.

When he had tricked Nuwa back then, he had also claimed his origins were from a ten-thousand-year-old cypress.

"Forget it, we have a connection."

Qing Xuan descended from the clouds.

"Old fellow, you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. If you don't join the Demon Race, your clan has no need to exist."

As he spoke, the great demon spat out demonic fire, intending to directly ignite the ancestral land of the ten-thousand-year-old cypress.

At the critical moment, a pair of well-defined hands clamped onto the great demon's mouth, forcefully shutting it.

Terror flashed in the great demon's eyes as it fearfully looked at the Daoist who had suddenly appeared.

It was Qing Xuan.

Perhaps because Qing Xuan's own true form was also a plant spirit, seeing the great demon's actions towards the ten-thousand-year-old cypress, another plant spirit, made Qing Xuan very unhappy.

Since Qing Xuan was unhappy, he could only make the person who displeased him even more unhappy!