A Family Should Be Neat and Tidy

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were stunned by Xuanxiao's words, extreme shock instantly flashing across their faces, followed by rage blazing like a raging inferno in their hearts.

Deep within them, Pangu was not only their Father God but also their supreme, inviolable faith—sacred and beyond any trace of insult.

Yet now, someone had the audacity to claim he was their Second Uncle. In their eyes, this was a blatant attempt to take advantage of them and a desecration of Father God Pangu.

How could such an act not make their hair stand on end with fury?

"You're asking for death!"

"I'll tear your head off right now!"

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, even Houtu, usually the gentlest, was now filled with violent rage, her eyes practically spitting fire.

Seeing the Ancestral Witches so enraged, Gou Chen's heart tightened. He quickly stepped to their side, trying to stop them from acting rashly.

He urged anxiously, "Junior Brothers and Sisters, please calm down! If you just settle your minds and carefully deduce, you'll understand the relationship between Master and yourselves."

But by now, the Ancestral Witches were completely blinded by anger, devoid of reason.

Gou Chen's words fell on deaf ears, as if carried away by the wind.

Not only that, but his plea turned them against him as well.

Without a word, they turned and launched a fierce assault on Gou Chen.

Caught off guard, Gou Chen—though stronger than any single Ancestral Witch—couldn't dodge in time against their sudden, coordinated attack.

In an instant, he was struck by the storm of blows and sent flying by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Seeing Gou Chen injured, Xuanxiao's expression turned cold. He said solemnly, "It seems you won't listen to reason now. In that case, let me help you—clear your heads and wake you up!"

Before his words faded, Xuanxiao's hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Zhurong's blazing Divine Fire.

The Divine Fire in Xuanxiao's hand became as docile as a lamb, completely under his control.

Then, with a light squeeze of his hand, the scorching Divine Fire was snuffed out instantly, dissipating into a wisp of smoke.

As for the other Ancestral Witches' attacks, Xuanxiao handled them with ease, replicating the same method and neutralizing them in the blink of an eye.

"He's a tough one—everyone be careful!" Dijiang, seeing Xuanxiao effortlessly counter their attacks, was inwardly shocked. He quickly turned to his siblings and shouted a warning.

The Ancestral Witches nodded in unison at Dijiang's reminder. Though their rage hadn't subsided, wariness crept into their eyes.

Hearing Dijiang's words, Xuanxiao merely chuckled, paying them no mind.

The next moment, his form flickered, appearing before Dijiang like a ghost.

"You!" Dijiang started to speak, but Xuanxiao cut him off.

"Stay put!" Xuanxiao said, slapping Dijiang hard.

The slap seemed casual but carried boundless force.

Dijiang, powerless to resist, was driven straight into the ground.

Not stopping there, Xuanxiao casually added a powerful seal, trapping Dijiang firmly so he couldn't break free.

"Damn it!" Dijiang cursed, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape.

Xuanxiao repeated the same method, slapping the other Ancestral Witches into the ground one by one.

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Even Xuanming and Houtu, the two female Ancestral Witches, received no mercy from Xuanxiao.

But when it came to Gonggong, a flicker of hesitation crossed Xuanxiao's face.

Gonggong watched his brothers' miserable fates, a chill running through him as he swallowed nervously.

Xuanxiao raised his hand, pretending to strike Gonggong's head, and said, "Let's see just how hard this filial son's head really is. You dared to smash Buzhou Mountain, so your skull must be something special." With that, ignoring Gonggong's struggles, he shoved him headfirst into the ground.

Gonggong's head hit the earth with a crisp, clear sound, jarringly loud in the silent space.

Hearing it, Xuanxiao nodded in satisfaction and teased, "A head that can break Buzhou Mountain really is extraordinary—even the sound is unique."

"Done!" Xuanxiao looked at the twelve pits before him, clapped his hands with satisfaction, and smirked proudly. "A family should always stay together, neat and tidy."

At that moment, the eleven Ancestral Witches trapped in the pits, even with their power sealed, still glared at Xuanxiao with burning fury.

As for Gonggong, it wasn't that he didn't want to glare—stuck upside down in the earth, he couldn't turn his head and could only helplessly maintain that pose.

Watching the Ancestral Witches still cursing, Xuanxiao curled his lips and said coldly.

"Looks like you haven't fully remembered yet. Today, I'll have to teach you brats what electroshock therapy means."

Then, he lightly pointed a finger at the void.

In an instant, the sky shifted, and countless bolts of lightning materialized out of thin air.

Each flash of lightning blazed with dazzling light, rumbling as if to tear the space apart.

Sensing the terrifying power of the lightning in the void, even the usually dim-witted and enraged Twelve Ancestral Witches froze for a moment.

They clearly felt that every single bolt of lightning held enough force to annihilate them.

In that life-or-death moment, the overwhelming threat finally brought some clarity back to the Twelve Ancestral Witches' minds.

After calming down and deducing, they finally understood their connection to Xuanxiao.

"This Daoist really does seem to be our Second Uncle." The Twelve Ancestral Witches' hearts were in turmoil, their faces full of disbelief.

Yet Xuanxiao gave them no time to think.

He waved both hands, and countless bolts of lightning rained down directly onto the heads of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Ah!!!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches let out a continuous chorus of screams, the sound piercing the clouds, filled with pain and terror.

"Second Uncle, we're your own nephews! Are you trying to murder your own flesh and blood?" Zhurong wailed loudly, his voice dripping with grievance and pleading.

The other Ancestral Witches joined in the wailing, with Houtu and Xuanming's voices carrying a hint of sobbing. Their pitiful state would move any listener to sorrow and tears.

Seeing this, Gou Chen quickly interceded: "Master, my Junior Brothers and Sisters didn't mean to harm me. Please, be magnanimous and spare them this once."

"That's right, Second Uncle, we know we were wrong!" The Ancestral Witches seized the chance to beg for mercy.

Hearing Gou Chen's plea and seeing the Ancestral Witches' wretched appearance, Xuanxiao finally withdrew the lightning and released them from the pit.

Xuanxiao looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches before him and asked calmly, "Do you know who I am now?"

At Xuanxiao's words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches nodded frantically, their heads bobbing like rattling drums.

By now, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had long retracted their imposing Ancestral Witch True Forms. Like schoolchildren who had done wrong, they stood obediently before Xuanxiao, not daring to breathe too loudly.