Houtu Was Scared Crying

The twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, their eyes tinged with hesitation and conflict, before they began shoving each other back and forth.

After some fuss, Dijiang, as the Big Brother, was pushed to the front by the others with a flurry of hands.

Dijiang looked cautiously at Xuanxiao, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness as he asked, "Second Uncle, what brings you to us this time?"

Hearing Dijiang's question, Xuanxiao turned his gaze toward Houtu and said, "Well, that depends on your little sister."

"Me!" Houtu was taken aback at Xuanxiao's words, then her heart skipped a beat as she panicked inwardly: "Oh no, did I accidentally offend Second Uncle somehow?"

The other Ancestral Witches looked at Houtu with pity, sighing, "Ah, looks like Little Sister is in for it. If anyone else wanted to teach her a lesson, we brothers and sisters would stand up to protect her without hesitation. But now that Second Uncle is asking, Little Sister, don't blame us for standing by."

Though Xuanxiao wore a gentle, jade-like smile on his face, the Ancestral Witches vividly remembered his brutal methods from moments ago, still shaken by the memory.

Houtu was terrified, trembling as she stepped before Xuanxiao, her voice choked with tears as she sobbed, "Second Uncle, you... what do you want with me? Please don't electrocute me again."

Seeing Houtu so frightened, the other Ancestral Witches instantly put on expressions of facing death without flinching, stepping resolutely in front of Xuanxiao to shield Houtu tightly behind them, shouting, "Second Uncle, if you want to strike, come at us! Little Sister is still young and can't take this kind of torment!"

Xuanxiao looked at the scene before him, filled with helplessness, and thought to himself: "I just smiled—was it really enough to scare these kids like this? Was I really that terrifying just now?"

If the Ancestral Witches could know what Xuanxiao was thinking, they would likely nod frantically and say in unison, "Yes, you were exactly that terrifying!"

After all, not long ago, they had been charred black by Xuanxiao's thunderous power, their bodies giving off a meaty aroma, and the horrifying sensation of their Primordial Spirits nearly being jolted out of their flesh still lingered in their minds.

Standing beside Xuanxiao, Gou Chen found the Ancestral Witches' behavior somewhat amusing and mused to himself: "It seems Master really did scare these Junior Brothers and Sisters just now. But Master probably did it to temper their fiery tempers."

Xuanxiao's thoughts aligned with Gou Chen's—he wanted to use this chance to refine the Ancestral Witches' nature.

As things stood, the Ancestral Witches acted too recklessly. During the tribulation period, they might barely manage, but once it passed, their current state of unrestrained behavior and casual entanglement with karma would surely bring trouble one after another.

Even as descendants of Pangu, they might struggle to withstand it.

The reason Xuanxiao hadn't used similar tactics on the Three Pure Ones was that they knew how to think and acted more cautiously, avoiding excessive entanglement with karma.

Still, the Three Pure Ones weren't without issues—they were too stubborn in their pursuit of the Dao, especially Yuanshi and Tongtian, whose paths were diametrically opposed, which would become a major headache later.

At that moment, Xuanxiao gently placed his hand on Houtu's head.

Seeing this, all the Ancestral Witches' hearts leaped into their throats, tense with anxiety.

They silently prayed for Houtu, hoping Xuanxiao wouldn't do anything drastic.

But Xuanxiao didn't act as brutally as they feared. He simply ruffled Houtu's hair softly and said in a gentle tone, "Don't worry, I'm not here to blame you."

Feeling the light touch on her head and hearing Xuanxiao's tender voice, Houtu froze, a strange sensation rising in her heart: "Maybe Second Uncle isn't so fierce after all... and this feeling is so nice, I wish I could stay by his side forever." Her expression gradually returned to normal, and she looked at Xuanxiao with a hint of attachment.

Dijiang and the others, seeing that Xuanxiao only ruffled Houtu's hair and did nothing else, finally sighed in relief.

"What's wrong with Little Sister? Did Second Uncle use some Divine Ability? Her expression looks odd," Xuanming said, eyeing Houtu's strange look.

But when Xuanming glanced at Xuanxiao, her face stiffened: "Forget it, I'm not going to try that. Second Uncle looks way too scary."

Xuanxiao gently wiped the lingering tears from Houtu's face and asked curiously, "Houtu, I've always wondered. I set the Thunder Nightmare Heart Curse inside you all, so normally, you should despise Killing Intent. Why do you still go around devouring the world's Killing Intent?"

Realizing Xuanxiao wasn't as terrifying as she'd imagined, Houtu grew bolder.

She answered earnestly, "Second Uncle, I think this Killing Intent does far more harm than good to the Primordial World. And I can sense that our Witch Clan has some close connection to it. I'm devouring it to find a way to purify it."

Hearing Houtu's explanation, Xuanxiao nodded and said, "So that's it. You're quite clever, child. Your bodies can indeed absorb Killing Intent. Without my intervention, before you were conceived, you would have absorbed too much of the world's Killing Intent and Turbid Qi, fusing spirit and flesh, and ultimately failing to develop a Primordial Spirit."

"Moreover, precisely because I considered that you might uncontrollably absorb Killing Intent, I set the Thunder Nightmare Heart Curse within you, making you instinctively averse to it."

"But your current method of directly devouring Killing Intent is wrong. If you keep this up, it will only harm you, not help." Xuanxiao looked at Houtu and shook his head gently.

At Xuanxiao's words, Houtu, Dijiang, and Zhu Jiuyin—three of the Ancestral Witches—showed expressions of sudden realization.

They were the more intelligent among the Ancestral Witches, while the rest still looked clueless, their eyes holding a clear, foolish innocence like that of college students.

Seeing this, Xuanxiao couldn't help but show a pained expression, sighing inwardly: "This group is really hard to lead. With brains like theirs, even if they gained a Primordial Spirit, anyone scheming against them would succeed every time."

Houtu looked at Xuanxiao with eager anticipation and asked, "Then, Second Uncle, do you have a way to purify this Killing Intent?"

Xuanxiao pondered for a moment before saying, "I set the Thunder Nightmare Heart Curse before because you hadn't yet developed consciousness and couldn't resist the urge to absorb Killing Intent. Now that you've been born, the curse is no longer useful to you."

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