"The taste of this Savage Qi is truly awful!" Houtu knitted her brows tightly together, her face full of distaste as she slowly stuffed a strand of Savage Qi into her mouth.
By now, the other Ancestral Witches had long since stopped reacting strongly to Houtu eating Savage Qi.
Over the years, Houtu had no idea how much Savage Qi she had devoured.
At first, they had tried their best to stop her. But after seeing her eat it so many times without anything going seriously wrong, they had gradually stopped trying to dissuade her.
At that moment, they had just gone through an intense battle and successfully wiped out all the Three Clans forces that had been pursuing them.
After the battle, everyone was resting briefly where they stood. Even while resting, Houtu did not forget to continue studying that revolting Savage Qi.
"What do you think is wrong with our little sister? Why is she so fixated on eating this Savage Qi? Just touching it makes us feel unbearably uncomfortable, let alone eating it like she does." Zhurong lowered his voice and whispered into Gonggong's ear, his eyes filled with confusion.
"I don't know why our little sister is so obsessed with eating Savage Qi either. But I should warn you—if you're still secretly sneaking bites of Xuanming's True Dragon meat, you're going to be in trouble." The corners of Gonggong's mouth lifted slightly as he spoke with a teasing smile.
"That girl Xuanming is incredibly dumb. She'll never notice me. Besides, I saw that she kept refusing to eat that True Dragon. I was worried the rare thing would go to waste if it sat around too long, so I thought I'd help her deal with it. By the time she realizes what happened, I'll have eaten most of the True Dragon. Without any proof, what can she do to me?" Zhurong spoke with a hint of pride, as though he had come up with a brilliant plan.
"Why don't you try looking behind you before you keep talking?" Just then, a cold voice came from behind Zhurong.
"Zhurong, you've gotten quite bold. You even dared to touch my prey. I think you're tired of living!" Xuanming's face was covered in frost, and her eyes burned with fury.
Zhurong had still been completely unconcerned, but the instant he heard that voice, his entire body stiffened. The smug look vanished from his face without a trace.
Immediately afterward, a bone-chilling force of extreme cold surged toward Zhurong like a raging tide.
"Xuanming, I'm innocent! How would I dare steal your prey? This is all really just a misunderstanding!" Zhurong was no weaker than Xuanming, but since he was clearly in the wrong this time, he could only beg for mercy loudly while fleeing in a sorry state.
"Zhurong, if you had the guts to sneak bites, then have the guts not to run!" Xuanming shouted angrily as she chased after him relentlessly.
"Only an idiot wouldn't run!" Zhurong did not even turn his head. He simply ran forward for his life.
"Hahahaha!" Seeing Zhurong chased all over the place by Xuanming, the other Ancestral Witches could not help bursting into laughter. Their hearty laughter echoed across the empty battlefield.
The chase continued for quite some time, but Xuanming's fury did not lessen in the slightest. Zhurong, meanwhile, was exhausted from running and gradually became enraged.
"Xuanming, don't think I'm running because I'm afraid of you! If you keep chasing me like this, I'll really fight back!" Zhurong turned his head viciously, his eyes bloodshot as he roared at Xuanming behind him.
Hearing Zhurong's roar, Xuanming's expression darkened further, and her fury nearly devoured her. The attacks in her hands grew increasingly fierce, streams of cold air slicing toward Zhurong like sharp blades.
"You brought this on yourself, so don't blame me for being rude!" Zhurong gritted his teeth. After speaking, he abruptly turned around and charged straight at Xuanming. The two collided in an instant, and powerful energy ripples spread outward from them.
"Damn it, Zhurong, what the hell are you doing? If you want to fight, then fight, but why drag me into it?" By then, Zhurong and Xuanming had somehow fought their way beside Gonggong. Zhurong's latest attack had been deftly dodged by Xuanming, and the blazing True Fire flew straight toward Gonggong. Caught completely off guard, Gonggong took the sudden blast of True Fire right in the face and was left in a wretched state.
Hearing Gonggong's complaint and seeing his face covered in soot, Zhurong showed not the slightest trace of guilt. Instead, he burst into gleeful laughter. Seeing this, the surrounding Ancestral Witches also joined in, and the scene became utterly chaotic.
"Damn it!" Hearing his brothers' mocking laughter, Gonggong's anger flared up in an instant. He glared furiously and noticed the irrepressible smile on Jumang's face nearby. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and splashed a surging wave of True Water straight into Jumang's face.
"You!" Jumang was doused without warning and immediately flew into a furious rage. How could he possibly swallow this insult? He shouted angrily and charged straight at Gonggong.
Before long, even Dijiang, who had originally been the most steady, and Zhu Jiuyin, who had been the calmest, were somehow inflamed by the chaotic battle. They joined in one after another. For a time, battle cries and furious roars interwove across the battlefield, plunging everything into chaos.
At that moment, the only one who had not been dragged into the melee was Houtu, who was focused on pondering the issue of Savage Qi nearby. On one hand, Houtu had no desire to fight in the first place. On the other, the other Ancestral Witches had intentionally or unintentionally avoided letting the battle spread to her.
However, the situation on the battlefield changed in an instant. As the Ancestral Witches fought fiercely, it was inevitable that they would make mistakes. Before long, Tianwu missed with an attack during the intense battle, and the powerful Dark Wind flew toward Houtu. Completely undefended, Houtu was struck by the Dark Wind and instantly froze in bewilderment, at a loss for what to do.
As if things were not bad enough, before Houtu could recover from the previous impact, a powerful bolt of divine thunder came roaring over. Houtu was struck heavily once again, and her entire body staggered from the blow. At that moment, the gentle expression she usually wore was gone, replaced by flames of fury in her eyes.
With a furious roar, Houtu immediately transformed into her Ancestral Witch True Form and charged aggressively into the melee. In the blink of an eye, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had descended into total chaos, and the battlefield plunged into an uncontrolled frenzy.
In the void above the battlefield, two figures silently watched the chaotic scene below, their expressions rather complicated.
"Sure enough, I was wrong to think that the Ancestral Witches' personalities were influenced by Turbid Qi and Savage Qi. These Twelve Ancestral Witches were naturally a little foolish to begin with. Whether they were corrupted or not really has little to do with it." Xuanxiao shook his head helplessly, staring speechlessly at the disorderly scene below.
Gou Chen watched the Twelve Ancestral Witches below from the side, an expression of hesitation on his face and confusion in his eyes.
"Are these the Twelve Ancestral Witches whom my master said were born from the heart's blood of Great God Pangu? Why do they look... a little unintelligent?" Gou Chen thought secretly. Although he did not say it aloud, the expression on his face had already betrayed his thoughts.
Seeing the expression on Gou Chen's face, Xuanxiao roughly guessed what he was thinking and smiled bitterly to himself. Thankfully, Gou Chen is the only one here this time. If there were outsiders present, I'd be too ashamed to admit knowing them.
"Gou Chen, wait here for me a moment. I'll go down and deal with this. I'll be right back." After speaking, Xuanxiao flew toward the battlefield below.
Gou Chen obediently nodded. He understood that his master was going to teach these senior fellow disciples, whom he had never met before, a lesson.
"All of you, stop right now!" The instant Xuanxiao arrived at the center of the battlefield, he waved his hand. A thick bolt of Purple Firmament Divine Thunder swept down like a roaring giant dragon, instantly covering the entire battlefield.
"Ah!!!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches were struck by the sudden Purple Firmament Divine Thunder and immediately let out a series of miserable screams. The powerful divine thunder robbed them of all ability to resist. At that moment, they lay sprawled across the ground in all directions, unable to move.
"Who are you?" The Twelve Ancestral Witches stared blankly at Xuanxiao, who had appeared above them, their eyes filled with confusion and wariness.
"Why can I sense a trace of familiarity from this Daoist? And why does my entire body tremble uncontrollably the moment I see him? I can't even summon the slightest thought of fighting him." Houtu stared at Xuanxiao, pondering this over and over in her mind.
In fact, this was not Houtu's thought alone. It was the shared feeling of every Ancestral Witch present.
"I'm your Second Uncle!" Xuanxiao shouted loudly, his voice especially deafening as it echoed across the empty battlefield.
After hearing Xuanxiao's words, the faces of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were filled with bewilderment.
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