Primordial Era: Becoming Laozi's Disciple, I Forge Mythical Golden Elixirs

Luo Xuan's eyes showed a hint of panic as he said, "Yes, yes, yes, this junior didn't know the members of the Demon Race were here. I'll leave now."

The giant bird nodded in satisfaction, looking down with a hint of disdain and arrogantly saying, "It's good that you know. Get lost!"

Luo Xuan nodded repeatedly and said, "Fellow Daoist, Shouyang Mountain isn't far from here. Are you planning to do something to the Human Race?"

Listening to Luo Xuan's flattery, the giant bird became even more satisfied.

"It is the Demon Emperor's decree that we monitor the Human Race."

"I'm not afraid to tell you, besides us, there are hundreds of wild boar demons below. We'll make sure not a single person from Shouyang Mountain can escape our sight."

"So that's how it is..." Luo Xuan mused thoughtfully.

The giant bird's eyes showed impatience, "Since you know, hurry up and leave... Ah!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the giant bird saw flames filling the sky heading towards him.

Amidst his screams, the giant bird turned to ashes, leaving no corpse behind.

The Purple Gold Gourd hovered beside Luo Xuan, and the rolling purple-gold flames seemed endless.

The other bird demons were thrown into chaos upon seeing this.

In the mountain range below, a fat-headed, big-eared boar demon looked up at the sky.

Two large tusks protruded from his mouth, and he carried a Wolf Fang Club on his shoulder.

Behind him were hundreds of other boar demons.

The boar demon said impatiently, "What are those stinking birds arguing about now?"

The answer was a sky full of purple-gold flames.

The firelight rained down, but each cluster of flames seemed to have eyes, accurately finding each boar demon.

The strongest boar demon was also at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.

But the flames were like maggots on bone; even he couldn't do anything, only watching his companions turn into dust one by one.

As he fell to the ground, he saw a young man in a Taoist robe slowly descend from the clouds, then his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

Luo Xuan looked around, even closing his eyes to release his divine sense. Only when he confirmed that there were no more demonic auras around did he head towards the Human Race.

Shouyang Mountain.

The Three Ancestors were sitting inside, discussing something.

The space beside them distorted.

The three immediately became wary until they saw Luo Xuan's face and were stunned.

"Luo Xuan, you've returned from Kunlun?"

Suiren Shi and the others' expressions immediately became excited.

Luo Xuan nodded and, after a brief greeting, asked, "Old Ancestors, what about the Witch Clan in Shouyang Mountain?"

When he had just returned, Luo Xuan hadn't found Hou Yi's figure, and there were even very few members of the Witch Clan.

This made him realize why Shouyang Mountain had been monitored by the Demon Race for so long without them noticing.

The Three Ancestors sighed, "Recently, the Witch and Demon races have been at war, and the fighting is getting more intense."

"I figured the Demon Race might not be paying attention to the Human Race, so I let them go back."

Under the Three Ancestors' narration, Luo Xuan learned that the conflict between the Witch and Demon races had reached an irreconcilable point.

"It seems the great war between the Witches and Demons is also approaching."

Luo Xuan rubbed his chin, and combined with the Demon Race monitoring the Human Race, a thought flashed in his eyes.

Di Jun had found a method and was going to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword!

"Old Ancestors, you all stay in Shouyang Mountain and be vigilant about the Demon Race's every move. I'm going to the Witch Clan."

With that, without waiting for Suiren Shi and the others to speak, Luo Xuan disappeared before their eyes.

Pangu Temple.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches' eyes were heavy, and the great hall was silent.

After a long while, Zhu Rong's unwilling voice rang out, "That scoundrel Di Jun is truly cunning."

"He actually used the Heavenly Soul and borrowed the power of the Taiyin Star."

"Yes, that Di Jun is too shameless. This is clearly a matter between our two races, and he has no demonic virtue!"

With Zhu Rong starting, all the Ancestor Witches echoed his sentiments.

Di Jiang looked at Hou Tu and said, "Little sister, the Heavenly Court and our Witch Clan are locked in a protracted war with no end in sight. Do you have any solutions?"

Zhu Rong roared, "What can we do? Fight him! Can a mere scoundrel bird really overthrow him!"

While the Twelve Ancestor Witches were arguing.

A minor witch walked into Pangu Temple.

Zhu Rong suddenly looked at the minor witch and asked in a rough voice, "What is it?"

The young Witch lowered their head quickly after Zhu Rong's shout.

"Reporting to the Ancestor Witch, outside..."

Chapter 36: The Black Tortoise

On the border of the Witch Clan.

Jagged rocks were piled haphazardly across the land.

Yellow sand blew everywhere, and scattered weeds swayed stubbornly in the wind.

A white cloud descended from the sky, revealing a young man in a daoist robe.

Luo Xuan extended his hand, and a gentle breeze carried the yellow sand through his palm, allowing him to feel a slight friction.

"I didn't expect the Witch Clan's territory to be so desolate. It seems the other myriad races of the Primordial Era aren't the only ones suffering from the great war between the two clans."

Lost in thought, Luo Xuan was about to head towards the Pangu Temple.

However, after walking only a short distance, Luo Xuan paused and turned to look in another direction.

In Luo Xuan's perception, a powerful aura was approaching from afar.

This aura seemed to be spreading unconsciously, not directed at Luo Xuan.

Yet, Luo Xuan frowned, "How can there be a Demon Race aura within the Witch Clan?"

Could there be demons lurking nearby?

With this thought, Luo Xuan immediately headed towards the direction the aura was emanating from.

As he got closer, the aura Luo Xuan sensed grew stronger and stronger.

"Come on! He's got an opening on his left!"

"Keep him down, he's running out of strength..."

Before long, Luo Xuan saw the figures of the Witch Clan.

But to Luo Xuan's surprise, these Witches showed no tension of facing demons.

Instead, they were excitedly gathered together, shouting loudly from time to time.

Luo Xuan moved closer and saw that the Witches had formed a circle.

Within the circle was a large open space, where two Witches were engaged in a wrestling match.

And the Demon Race aura he sensed was coming from the opposite side of the circle.

It was a massive Black Tortoise. Although it had lost its life, one could still sense its cultivation of Peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Through the explanations of the surrounding Witches, Luo Xuan finally understood.

Under Hou Tu's promotion, the Witch Clan would periodically hold competitions to hone their strength.

And these matches were not a waste of effort; the winner of each bout would receive a reward.

The giant tortoise corpse before him was the reward for this competition.

Luo Xuan carefully examined the giant tortoise's corpse, finding that it even faintly possessed Dragon Clan bloodline.

According to the other Witches, although this giant tortoise was at the Grand Unity peak, its defensive capabilities were comparable to a Quasi-Saint.

Furthermore, it was extremely cunning. It had taken the combined efforts of several Ancestor Witches and immense strength to finally kill it.

Luo Xuan, as if admiring a piece of art, examined the giant tortoise. "If a race other than the Witch Clan had won, would the reward still count?"

"Of course, it counts. As long as you can defeat our Witch Clan's warriors."

Standing beside Luo Xuan was a Witch warrior over two meters tall. When he heard Luo Xuan's words, he noticed a small figure had appeared beside him at some point.

However, upon realizing it was just a Human, his gaze became somewhat arrogant.

Luo Xuan nodded upon hearing this and said, "If this tortoise shell were refined, it would make for top-grade armor."

The light in his eyes flickered, clearly showing his interest in the giant tortoise.

"Kid, you've broadened your horizons, haven't you? You're lucky today."

The Witch warrior chuckled dismissively, clearly not believing a Human could defeat one of their own.

As they spoke, a Witch on the field had already been defeated.

The competition seemed to be nearing its end, with each match being exceptionally fierce.

Luo Xuan watched as one Witch was sent flying by another with a single punch, shaking his head and sighing.

"He rushed it."

"If he had defended against the opponent's whip kick just now, he could have blocked this punch."

"And at the beginning, he was too eager to show off, insisting on overpowering the opponent with Blood Essence, wasting a lot of energy."

The Witch warrior beside him looked at Luo Xuan in surprise. "Are you familiar with our Witch Clan's fighting style?"

Luo Xuan smiled and replied, "I made a friend from the Witch Clan before."