Expedition to the Odin Realm, the Witch Selection Proves Difficult

Gonggong replied directly, "With a head full of fire like yours, you still want to go to another realm? Don't let your anger cloud your mind and charge in alone, only to get butchered. I'd be better off going."

Zhurong chuckled. "You're the one with water in your brain. How are you any better than me? Everyone here can count as one—apart from Little Sister, is there anyone whose brain actually works? Why are you singling me out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fist slammed into Zhurong's head. Dijiang immediately shouted, "Brothers, forget about whether we're going to the other realm for now. This brat Zhurong is seriously asking for a beating. Get him!"

Xuanming and the other Ancestral Witches nodded, then subjected Zhurong to the most painful punishment in the Witch Clan—the Ancestral Witch circle kick. Even Pangu's brow twitched when he saw it. This child Zhurong never had any fatherly love growing up. No wonder his brain doesn't work. How could he say something like that? He's practically begging to be beaten.

At that moment, Zhu Jiuyin, whose brain worked best, said to Pangu, "Father God, Zhurong just said that everyone present counted as one. You're present too, so it seems he said you don't have a brain either."

Upon hearing that, Pangu roared, "Everyone, move aside. I'll make sure Zhurong has a complete childhood first." Then he launched into a bout of loving education, every punch landing solidly.

Before long, Zhurong had been beaten so badly that... well, how should it be put? Even Pangu, his Father God, could no longer recognize him as Zhurong. Dijiang coughed and said, "Zhurong can sit this expedition to the other realm out."

Pangu nodded. "Indeed. Dijiang, you know your younger brothers and sisters fairly well. Tell me, who