Laozi is Your Second Uncle!

"This Killing Intent really tastes awful!" Houtu's brow furrowed tightly as she reluctantly stuffed a wisp of Killing Intent into her mouth.

By now, the other Ancestral Witches had long stopped reacting much to Houtu eating Killing Intent.

Over the years, Houtu had devoured who knew how much Killing Intent.

At first, they'd tried their best to stop her, but seeing her eat it so many times without any major trouble, they gradually stopped trying to talk her out of it.

Just now, they'd finished a fierce battle, successfully slaughtering every last member of the Three Clans who had been hunting them.

After the fight, everyone was resting on the spot, yet even during the break, Houtu never stopped studying that loathsome Killing Intent.

"What do you make of Little Sister's deal? Why is she so dead set on eating this Killing Intent? Just touching it makes us feel awful all over, let alone swallowing it like she does." Zhurong lowered his voice, muttering in Gonggong's ear, his eyes full of confusion.

"I don't know why Little Sister is so obsessed with eating Killing Intent either. But I've got to warn you—if you're still sneaking bites of Xuanming's True Dragon meat, you're in for trouble." Gonggong's lips curled slightly, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"That girl Xuanming is pretty clueless; she won't catch me. Besides, I noticed she never eats that True Dragon, and I figured such a rare treat would go to waste if left too long, so I thought I'd help her out. By the time she realizes it, I'll have eaten most of the True Dragon. Without proof, what can she do to me?" Zhurong said, puffing up with a hint of pride, as if he'd come up with a brilliant plan.

"Why don't you check behind you before you keep talking?" Just then, an icy voice came from behind Zhurong.

"Zhurong, you've grown bold, daring to touch my prey. Looks like you've got a death wish!" Xuanming's face was frosty, her eyes blazing with fury.

The previously carefree Zhurong froze instantly at the voice, his smug expression vanishing without a trace.

In the next moment, a bone-chilling force of extreme cold surged toward him like a tidal wave.

"Xuanming, you've got it wrong! I'd never dare steal your prey—it's all a misunderstanding!" Though Zhurong was no weaker than Xuanming, he was in the wrong this time, so he could only plead loudly while scrambling away in disgrace.

"Zhurong, if you've got the guts to steal, then have the guts to stand still!" Xuanming chased relentlessly, shouting in anger.

"Only a fool would stand still!" Zhurong didn't look back, just ran for his life.

"Hahaha!" Seeing Zhurong chased all over by Xuanming, the other Ancestral Witches burst into laughter, their hearty chuckles echoing across the empty battlefield.

The chase went on for a while, with Xuanming's rage showing no sign of fading. Zhurong, exhausted from fleeing, was gradually getting riled up too.

"Xuanming, don't think I'm scared of you! If you keep this up, I'll really fight back!" Zhurong turned his head viciously, eyes bloodshot, roaring at Xuanming behind him.

Hearing his roar, Xuanming's face darkened further, fury nearly consuming her. Her attacks grew fiercer, streaks of chilling energy slicing toward Zhurong like sharp blades.

"You asked for this—don't blame me!" Zhurong gritted his teeth, then spun around and charged straight at Xuanming. The two collided instantly, a powerful wave of energy radiating outward from their clash.

"Damn it, Zhurong, what the hell are you doing? If you two want to fight, fine, but why drag me into it?" By now, Zhurong and Xuanming had somehow ended up near Gonggong. A blast of scorching true fire from Zhurong, dodged by Xuanming, flew straight at Gonggong. Caught off guard, he took the fire full in the face, leaving him a mess.

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Hearing Gonggong's complaint and seeing his soot-blackened face, Zhurong felt no guilt—only gleeful laughter. The surrounding Ancestral Witches joined in, the scene descending into chaos.

"Damn it!" Gonggong's anger flared at his Brothers' mockery. Eyes blazing, he spotted Jumang's uncontrollable grin nearby and, without a word, hurled a stream of true water straight at Jumang's face.

"You!" Jumang, drenched without warning, flew into a rage. Unable to swallow the insult, he bellowed and lunged at Gonggong.

Before long, even the usually steady Dijiang and the cool-headed Zhu Jiuyin got swept up in the chaos, their tempers ignited. The battlefield erupted into a cacophony of shouts and roars.

The only one not caught in the melee was Houtu, still focused on pondering the Killing Intent. On one hand, she had no desire to fight; on the other, the other Ancestral Witches deliberately avoided dragging her into it.

But the battlefield was unpredictable, and in the heat of battle, slips were inevitable. Soon, Tianwu missed a strike, sending a blast of fierce wind toward Houtu. Caught off guard, she was hit and stunned, momentarily at a loss.

Then, before she could recover, a mighty divine thunderbolt howled toward her. Houtu took another heavy blow, staggering. Gone was her usual gentle demeanor—her eyes now blazed with fury.

With a thunderous roar, Houtu transformed into her Ancestral Witch True Form and charged into the fray. In an instant, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were in utter chaos, the battlefield spiraling into uncontrolled madness.

Above the battlefield, in the void, two figures watched the scene below with complicated expressions.

"So my earlier belief that the Ancestral Witches' temperaments were shaped by Turbid Qi and Killing Intent was wrong. These Twelve Ancestral Witches are naturally a bit simple-minded—it has little to do with corruption." Xuanxiao shook his head helplessly, looking down at the mess with exasperation.

Gou Chen watched the Twelve Ancestral Witches below, a hesitant look on his face, his eyes full of doubt.

"These are the Twelve Ancestral Witches Master said were born from Great God Pangu's heart blood? They don't seem... very bright," Gou Chen thought to himself, though his expression gave him away.

Xuanxiao caught the look on Gou Chen's face and guessed his thoughts, silently wry-smiling: "Good thing it's only Gou Chen here. If outsiders were around, I'd be too embarrassed to claim kinship with them."

"Gou Chen, wait here for me. I'll go down and sort this out—be back soon." With that, Xuanxiao flew down toward the battlefield.

Gou Chen nodded obediently, knowing his Master was about to teach these Brothers he hadn't yet met a lesson.

"Everyone, stop right now!" Xuanxiao, once at the center of the battlefield, waved his hand, and a thick bolt of Purple Firmament Divine Thunder roared down like a furious dragon, blanketing the entire field.

"Aah!!!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches, struck by the sudden Purple Firmament Divine Thunder, let out agonized screams. The powerful thunderbolt left them powerless, sprawled across the ground, unable to move.

"Who are you!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches stared blankly at Xuanxiao above them, their eyes full of confusion and wariness.

"Why do I sense a hint of closeness from this Daoist? And the moment I see him, I can't help trembling all over, with no urge to fight him at all." Houtu stared at Xuanxiao, her mind racing.

In truth, this wasn't just Houtu's thought—it was what all the Ancestral Witches felt.

"I am your Second Uncle!" Xuanxiao declared, his voice booming across the empty battlefield.

At his words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' faces were a picture of utter bewilderment.

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