The Witch Clan's cooking competition? Damn it, Cao Cao's spirit is being carried forward in the Great Desolation?

Heh-ho...

Heh-ho...

"Witch, witch, witch..."

The bonfire was lively, like the life of shouting savages, with happy whispers, plus many people from the Witch Clan, each with powerful physical strength, eating meat in large mouthfuls, unable to hide their elation.

"Brothers and sisters... this is the happiness of our Witch Clan. From now on, let's have a bonfire party every once in a while! I control fire, so I'll organize the bonfire from now on..."

A shout of excitement came from a guy with a cockscomb and red hair, who enthusiastically announced.

"Get lost... On such an important day, Gonggong must be in charge. What status do you have, you red guy?" Gonggong jumped out.

"Damn... I have a bad temper. Let's fight. When have I ever been afraid of you wet guy? The winner will control the bonfire party."

"Bring it on... Who's afraid of you? Don't cry for mercy when I beat you. I'll make you cry this time."

One fire and one water, naturally formed, but their attributes were opposed, so naturally they were incompatible. The two Innate Great Gods were eager to collide head-on, just one step away from throwing punches.

Bang, bang...

Two collisions came, and the two big shots were caught off guard and sent flying, crashing onto a giant rock in a sorry state. A woman in white, with a look of disappointment, retracted her fist and said unhappily, "Since Sister Houtu is not here, don't think no one can manage you. I, Xuanming, can handle it..."

"Oh my... Sister Xuanming, are you getting a little too bold? Daring to attack your two older brothers? With your abilities, you really can't control us."

Zhurong was very unconvinced. His own sister needed to be indulged, so he could only grit his teeth and use his strength to intimidate them. He didn't believe she could still control him.

"Haha... Not bad, Sister Xuanming... Don't bother with us. This time, we'll definitely cripple the fire-spitting guy." Gonggong laughed to the sky, his mouth unforgiving.

"You... I'll tell Sister Houtu." Xuanming stomped her foot. Having two mischievous older brothers who were constantly causing trouble every day, who could understand!

"We don't admit it anyway, haha..." Zhurong and Gonggong said in unison, smugly. They had always been incompatible, and their tacit understanding had long been formed.

The Ancestral Witches in front of the bonfire calmly ate their barbecue, too lazy to bother with their two mischievous brothers, as long as they didn't cause too much of a commotion.

"Is that so? I saw it?" A heavenly voice echoed in all directions, making everyone excited. They all looked forward and instantly flashed over.

"Houtu..."

"Our little sister is back..."

"Sister Houtu... they're bullying me!"

It had to be said that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had deep feelings for each other, especially for Houtu, filled with joy. They quickly surrounded her, cheering and jumping.

"Who was laughing the loudest just now? Watch how I beat them..." Houtu didn't forget to tease the two, raising her fists and unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks. The two remaining guys lay on the ground, motionless.

"Alright..."

"Everyone, keep eating and dancing. Today is a great day for our Witch Clan. We must have plenty of meat and good food. I brought some Happy Fat House Water back, one bottle for each person..."

Now it was Ancestral Witch Houtu's show. A large pile of snacks and Happy Fat House Water, and everyone was chatting and laughing around the bonfire, with happy whispers filling the air.

Outside, the world was turned upside down, the sun and moon lost their light, and the universe was in chaos. It didn't affect the Witch Clan's territory at all. They had also developed quite a bit. In the past, the Twelve Ancestral Witches used their own vital blood to cultivate descendants of their own lineage within the Pangu Temple...

Now, the Witch Clan had given birth to many clan members, as many as tens of thousands. Each had a powerful physique and formidable strength, not inferior to True Immortals, which was shocking, as they had only been born for about ten thousand years...

Among them were Hou Yi, Kuafu, Xing Tian, and Jiu Feng...

"Here you go..." A strong man handed over a piece of meat, its aroma filling the air.

"Is this phoenix meat? It's truly a delicacy from the mortal world, the best of the best..."

Chen Xuan also enjoyed the phoenix meat, which was the last piece. This was because the Dragon-Han Calamity had entered its later stages, and the war between the Three Clans had caused too much impact. Even the Witch Clan dared not act recklessly.

"I am Hou Yi. Are you Chen Xuan, the one who abducted my Ancestral Witch?" Hou Yi glared, looking unfriendly. When the big shot of their Houtu tribe heard that she had run off with someone, they had really wanted to kill Chen Xuan at the time.

"So you're Hou Yi, tsk tsk..." Chen Xuan struck up a conversation with the big guy, showing an unfriendly smile.

"What do you mean by that? Why do I feel like you have ill intentions?" Hou Yi was very vigilant. If it weren't for Ancestral Witch Houtu bringing him, he would have shot him dead with an arrow long ago.

"No... I admire Boss Cao's culture and want to be brothers with you. You don't mind, do you!" Chen Xuan smiled.

"No... your smile is a bit wicked. I, Hou Yi, stand tall and upright, a future powerhouse of the Witch Clan. I don't make brothers with guys weaker than me, and you definitely have ill intentions." Hou Yi directly refused...

"No... I'm f*cking..." Chen Xuan was on the verge of tears and said, "Sister Houtu... the people of your lineage are too much."

Ancestral Witch Houtu snorted and said, "Heh heh... Boss Cao's civilization? Don't think I don't know. And you're saying others are bullying you? Have you gotten too arrogant, kid?"

Chen Xuan touched his nose. It was just a joke, why was it being blown out of proportion? After all, with two goddesses present, how could he dare to act recklessly?

"Pfft... you filial impudent grandson..." Houtu spat and then discussed with the other Ancestral Witches, what good suggestions they had for the future development of the Witch Clan?

"Good sister... you should listen to me first." Zhurong, who had been lying down, sprang up like a carp and landed in front of Houtu, extremely excited, as it was his plan for the future.

"Me too..." Gonggong was not to be outdone.

"Brother Zhurong, you go first..." Houtu was speechless. As a powerful sister, she could still suppress the two of them.

"Haha..." Zhurong was extremely excited and said, "Since we learned to roast meat with fire, our Witch Clan has ushered in a brand new leap. Our quality of life has improved, we've started bonfire parties, and there's endless joy..."

"So... after the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin finish fighting, our Witch Clan will make arrangements throughout the Primordial World, sing praises to Father God, strengthen the Witch Clan, and spread the food culture to every corner, so that everyone can eat delicious food..."

"Also... I want to hold a barbecue competition, inviting all the myriad races of the Primordial World to participate. From now on, our Witch Clan will be the representative of cuisine..."

Chen Xuan listened with his mouth agape...

Aren't you guys from the Witch Clan supposed to be warlike? Why are you engaging in cultural output and even organizing a food competition? You're going to be chefs!

Is this still the Primordial World I know?

Where did things go wrong?

"This... this..." Houtu was stunned...

"Awesome..." Lady Nuwa gave a thumbs-up.

She had originally been worried about the Witch Clan's development. Because the Witch Clan was powerful and boring, after being schemed against by others, one shot birds and another chased birds, which led to the Witch-Demon Great Tribulation. Now, everyone was going to cook, which seemed pretty good.

But food also needs ingredients. Would they end up shooting Golden Crows for roasted chicken wings?

"What's wrong? Isn't this plan great? I feel like a genius. The Primordial World is boring, only food is worth looking forward to..." Zhurong said smugly.

Chen Xuan once again gave a thumbs-up. This was too right...

In the future, the conflict between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan would be a joke, settled by a cooking competition. I, Chen Xuan, will found a new Oriental culinary school...

"Sister Nuwa... this way of playing has confused me..." Houtu glanced at Lady Nuwa. The two had watched a lot of TV dramas, novels, and myths, and had prepared for the worst. Now they were having a cooking competition?

Is this still the Primordial World of cultivation?

"Anyway, it's internal culture for your Witch Clan. The general trend is irreversible, but the minor trends can be changed. It all depends on your discussions. The future of the Witch Clan is truly uncertain," Lady Nuwa sighed, and the same applied to the Demon Clan.

"I think you're worrying too early. Let's deal with the Dragon-Han Calamity first. Before it truly erupts, we should take Duobao for a few strolls..." Chen Xuan glanced at the Treasure Seeking Rat, which was dancing excitedly in front of a fire.

"Let's go, let's go... We must find more treasures. There are many adventures in the Primordial World. I really want to rob the Three Pure Ones, the two Golden Crows on the Sun Star, and sneak into Wuzhuang Temple to steal the Ginseng Baby."

Lady Nuwa was excited, unable to suppress her thrill as a great thief of the Primordial World.

"Okay... Let's go out treasure hunting, heading west," Houtu said, glancing at the Witch Clan, and then set off.