Education of Love

Xuanxiao, meanwhile, remained blissfully unaware that his little "domestic abuse" scene had stirred up the entire Primordial World into a frenzy.

He gazed at the void with lingering fear, letting out a long sigh as he said:

"Ah, back then we agreed the Great Dao would retreat and stop meddling in the affairs of the Primordial World. But it's only been a short while, and the Great Dao has already shown up several times. How am I supposed to have any fun roaming the Primordial World like this?"

Xuanxiao looked around, observing for a good while, but found no valuable clues. He couldn't help shaking his head:

"It seems the Thirty-three Heavens in my memories haven't been born yet. I wonder if they'll be conceived by the Heavenly Dao, or if, as the legends say, they'll evolve from the original three heavens."

At this thought, a trace of regret flickered across Xuanxiao's face, and he gently shook his head.

Deep in Xuanxiao's memories, the summit of Buzhou Mountain once stood the Thirty-three Heavens, each one vast and boundless, its scale rivaling an independent great world—mysterious and magnificent.

But now, the peak of Buzhou Mountain before him was empty, with nothing at all.

Still, Xuanxiao didn't dwell too much on this matter.

To him, it was merely satisfying a bit of curiosity; he hadn't taken it to heart.

"Since I can't find the Thirty-three Heavens, I should go check on my 'not-so-bright' nephews and nieces."

Having failed to locate the Thirty-three Heavens, Xuanxiao decided not to linger on it.

"Finally found it! If it weren't for my close bond with Big Brother, allowing me to remain unaffected by his Aura, I doubt I could have located this place even if I'd broken through to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin realm." Xuanxiao gazed at the ancient and solemn hall before him, emotions welling up.

This hall was, of course, Pangu Hall.

And within Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were being nurtured—the very nephews and nieces Xuanxiao had called "brainless, only knowing brute force."

In truth, Xuanxiao understood that the Twelve Ancestral Witches couldn't be entirely blamed for developing such temperaments.

They were deeply corroded by Turbid Qi and Killing Intent, born with their spirit and flesh fused as one, leaving them without a Primordial Spirit and unable to sense the Heavenly Dao's mysteries.

Because of this, they acted recklessly, never bothering to think things through, blindly worshipping martial might—if they disagreed, they fought.

But in Xuanxiao's view, while the Ancestral Witches' personalities were tied to their fused spirit-and-flesh constitution, they were probably also influenced by Pangu.

Pangu, however, had transcendent power and the confidence to disdain scheming. The Twelve Ancestral Witches, on the other hand, merely copied his example without possessing his strength—at their core, they were just brainless.

Xuanxiao had come to Buzhou Mountain this time specifically for these twelve troublesome nephews and nieces.

He didn't want to see them act recklessly in the future, topple Buzhou Mountain, and end up with heavy casualties, leaving only Houtu alive, trapped in the Netherworld Underworld, effectively imprisoned.

Thanks to his connection with Pangu, Xuanxiao pushed open the doors of Pangu Hall without any effort.

Stepping inside, he immediately spotted the Blood Pool at the center of the hall, and above it, Pangu's Heart Phantom.

Sensing Xuanxiao's arrival, the heartbeat of the phantom grew even stronger, as if greeting him.

Surrounding the heart were twelve giant eggs, like Wombs of the Great Dao.

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At this moment, these giant eggs were not only greedily absorbing energy from the Blood Pool but also continuously drawing in Turbid Qi and Killing Intent rising from the ground.

"Jeez, these guys aren't just gluttons, are they?" Xuanxiao stared at the twelve giant eggs, utterly speechless.

In his memories, there were all sorts of theories about why the Twelve Ancestral Witches absorbed Turbid Qi and Killing Intent, including plenty of conspiracy theories.

He used to wonder—since his Big Brother Pangu was still alive and well—who would go to such lengths to scheme against his bloodline.

But now, seeing it with his own eyes, Xuanxiao suddenly realized: the Twelve Ancestral Witches weren't being schemed against at all; they were simply greedy eaters.

The Turbid Qi and Killing Intent here were actively drawn in by the twelve giant eggs themselves, then "devoured."

As for Houtu, the reason she retained a sliver of a Primordial Spirit after birth wasn't that she was smarter than the other eleven Ancestral Witches, but because she was the weakest among them and couldn't compete with her older siblings—thus, by sheer chance, she kept a bit of her Primordial Spirit.

Xuanxiao never expected them to push themselves down a dangerous path for such a ridiculous reason.

"I'm telling you, you big eaters, can't you at least tell what's edible and what's not? Gobbling everything down without restraint—if you ask me, you might as well stop calling yourselves the Twelve Ancestral Witches and change your name to the Twelve Ancestral Pigs." Xuanxiao looked at the twelve giant eggs and shook his head helplessly.

At this stage, the Twelve Ancestral Witches hadn't yet developed sentience, so they couldn't retort to Xuanxiao's teasing.

Still, Xuanxiao could faintly sense a trace of displeasure emanating from the giant eggs.

"Oh, what a temper! I'm your Second Uncle, and I can't even scold you a little without you getting upset? Today, I'm going to teach you a proper lesson!"

Sensing the displeasure from the giant eggs, Xuanxiao couldn't hold back. Adhering to his peculiar philosophy of "discipline your nephews early," he actually started kicking the twelve giant eggs around like balls.

Though his philosophy might have been applied a bit too early—after all, who in their right mind kicks their nephews around when they're still in an embryonic state?

After messing around for a good while, Xuanxiao finally stopped, panting as he said, "I'm exhausted. Didn't expect you little guys to be so sturdy." He patted a nearby giant egg with satisfaction.

The egg trembled violently at his touch, and the others reacted similarly.

Clearly, Xuanxiao's antics had left them with a profound "psychological shadow."

But after all that ruckus, the Turbid Qi and Killing Intent clinging to the giant eggs had completely vanished.

Obviously, Xuanxiao had been helping them get rid of those nuisances while kicking them around.

"Alright, your Second Uncle is leaving now. Remember from now on, don't shove everything into your mouths, especially that Turbid Qi and Killing Intent. If you end up with a stomachache, just wait till I come back to deal with you!" Xuanxiao shot the Twelve Ancestral Witches a mock glare, then turned and left Pangu Hall.

Seeing that the "demon" Xuanxiao had finally gone, the Twelve Ancestral Witches—though still without sentience—clearly felt their moods lighten.

From then on, whenever the Twelve Ancestral Witches sensed Turbid Qi or Killing Intent, they would quickly flee far away, terrified of touching even a trace.

After all, they had no desire to experience their Second Uncle's "iron-fist education" again.

"Now that I've seen all twelve of these nephews, I can't play favorites.

The Three Pure Ones side may not have any issues for now, but I still need to go check on them.

Can't be a biased Second Uncle—if they gain sentience and find out I only came to see the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they'll come crying to me, and that'd be a real headache."

Xuanxiao muttered to himself as he left Buzhou Mountain and flew toward Kunlun Mountain.

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