The Witch Clan's Cooking Competition? Damn, Boss Cao's Spirit Is Flourishing in the Primordial World?

"Hey, yo..."

"Hey, yo..."

"Wuwuwu..."

The bonfire was lively, like the life of shouting, hollering savages, yet also filled with cheerful murmurs. Many members of the Witch Clan were there, each possessing an incomparably powerful physique. They were gulping down meat, their wild delight impossible to conceal.

"Brothers and sisters... this is the happiness of our Witch Clan! From now on, how about we hold a bonfire party every so often? I control fire, so I'll organize the bonfires from now on..."

The excited shout came from a red-haired man with a cockscomb hairstyle. He announced it enthusiastically.

"Shoo, shoo... On such an important day, you have to let me, Gonggong, take charge. What status do you have, you red-faced fellow?" Gonggong jumped out.

"Damn... My temper's flaring. Let's fight! When have I ever been afraid of a soggy fellow like you? The winner gets to control the bonfire parties."

"Come on, then... Who's afraid of you? Don't let me beat you until you're crying and begging for mercy. I guarantee I'll make you cry this time."

Fire and water had been naturally formed, but their attributes opposed one another. Naturally, they were incompatible. Two Innate Great Gods were eager to settle things by smashing their iron-hard heads together, only one step away from swinging their fists.

Bang, bang...

Two collisions came crashing down. The two great figures were caught off guard and sent flying, slamming miserably into a huge rock. A woman in fluttering white robes withdrew her fist in exasperation, clearly displeased. "With Sister Houtu away, don't think no one can control you. I, Xuanming, can do it..."

"Oh, ouch... Sister Xuanming, have you gotten a little too bold? You dare attack your two older brothers? With your ability, you really can't control us."

Zhurong was extremely dissatisfied. His little sister needed to be indulged, but he could only grit his teeth and intimidate her with his strength. He refused to believe she could actually control him.

"Hahaha... That's right, Sister Xuanming... Don't bother with us. This time, I'll definitely beat the fire-spouting fellow half to death." Gonggong threw back his head and laughed, his mouth refusing to yield.

"You two... I'm going to tell Sister Houtu." Xuanming stomped her foot. With two mischievous older brothers causing trouble nonstop every day, who could understand her pain?

"We won't admit it anyway, hahaha..." Zhurong and Gonggong said in unison, both looking smug. They had always been incompatible as fire and water, but their tacit understanding had long since formed.

The Ancestral Witches gathered before the bonfire calmly ate their barbecue. They had long since grown too lazy to bother with the two mischievous brothers. As long as they did not cause too much trouble, that was enough.

"Is that so? I saw it, you know?"

A heavenly voice rang out in all directions, exciting everyone. They all looked toward the front and instantly flashed over.

"Houtu..."

"Our youngest sister is back..."

"Sister Houtu... They bullied me!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches truly had deep feelings for one another, especially for Houtu. Their joy was overflowing, and they quickly surrounded her, cheering excitedly.

"Who was laughing the loudest just now? Watch how I beat you..." Houtu did not forget to show off before the two men. She raised her fists and went at them, pummeling them with punches and kicks until the two miserable fellows were left lying motionless on the ground.

"That's enough..."

"Everyone, keep eating and start dancing again. Today is a great day for our Witch Clan. We must have plenty of meat and delicious dishes. I brought back some Happy Fat House Water. One bottle for everyone..."

Now that it was Ancestral Witch Houtu's home turf, a huge pile of snacks and Happy Fat House Water appeared. Everyone chatted and laughed before the bonfire, their cheerful voices filling the air.

The outside world was being turned upside down, with the sun and moon losing their light and Heaven and Earth Upside Down, but it did not affect the Witch Clan's territory in the slightest. Instead, the clan had continued to grow. In the past, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had used their own vital essence in Pangu Temple to nurture descendants belonging to their respective lineages...

By now, the Witch Clan had given birth to many members, more than ten thousand in total. Every one of them possessed a powerful physique and mighty strength, rivaling True Immortals. It was astonishing, considering they had only been born for roughly ten thousand years...

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

"Here you go..." A burly man brought over a piece of meat, its fragrance wafting through the air.

"Is this Phoenix meat? It's truly the finest delicacy in the world, a battle chicken among the ultimate delicacies..."

Chen Xuan also enjoyed some Phoenix meat, and it was the last piece. The Dragon-Han Calamity had reached its later stages, and the conflict among the three clans had spread too widely. Even the Witch Clan did not dare act recklessly.

"My name is Hou Yi. Are you Chen Xuan, the one who abducted our Ancestral Witch?" Hou Yi glared at him with obvious hostility. Their Great Chief from the Houtu tribe had supposedly run off with a man, and at the time, everyone had truly wanted to kill Chen Xuan.

"So you're Hou Yi. Tsk, tsk..." Chen Xuan struck up a conversation with the large man, revealing an unfriendly smile.

"What do you mean by that? Why do I feel like you have ulterior motives?" Hou Yi was highly vigilant. If not for Ancestral Witch Houtu bringing Chen Xuan here, he would have shot him dead with an arrow long ago.

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

"No. Your smile looks a little sinister. I, Hou Yi, stand proudly between Heaven and Earth and am a future powerhouse of the Witch Clan. I won't become brothers with someone weaker than me, and you definitely have ulterior motives." Hou Yi refused him outright...

"No... Damn it..." Chen Xuan was so aggrieved that he nearly cried. "Sister Houtu... Your clansman is bullying me too much."

Ancestral Witch Houtu snorted. "Heh... Boss Cao's culture? Don't think I don't know. And you still claim others are bullying you? Have you gotten carried away, kid?"

Chen Xuan rubbed his nose. He had only been joking around. Why had things become so serious? Besides, with two great goddesses present, how could he dare act recklessly?

"Bah... You ungrateful traitor!" Houtu spat in disdain before discussing the future development of the Witch Clan with the other Ancestral Witches, asking whether they had any good suggestions.

"Good little sister... You have to listen to me about this." Zhurong, who had been lying motionless until now, sprang up and landed in front of Houtu, extremely excited. After all, he was the one who had planned this future.

"And me..." Gonggong was not to be outdone.

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

"Hahaha..." Zhurong was incredibly excited. "Ever since we learned to roast meat with fire, our Witch Clan has entered an entirely new era. Our quality of life has improved, and we've started holding bonfire parties. There's endless joy..."

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

"Also... I'm going to organize a grand competition for roasting meat with fire and invite the myriad races of the Primordial World to participate. From now on, our Witch Clan will be the representative of delicious food..."

Chen Xuan listened until his eyes widened in shock...

Weren't the members of the Witch Clan supposed to be warlike? Why were they exporting culture and even organizing a cooking competition? Damn it, were they going to become chefs?

Was this still the Primordial World he knew?

What exactly had gone wrong?

"This... This..." Even Houtu was stunned...

"Awesome..." Great God Nuwa gave him a thumbs-up.

She had originally been depressed about the Witch Clan's development. The Witch Clan was powerful but bored, and after being manipulated by others, one had shot a bird while another had chased the bird, eventually leading to the Witch-Demon Great Tribulation. Now that every one of them was focusing on food, it seemed pretty good.

However, food required ingredients too. Would they end up shooting the Golden Crows to roast chicken wings?

"What's wrong? Isn't this plan excellent? I feel like I'm a genius. The Primordial World is dull, and only delicious food must not be disappointed..." Zhurong looked extremely pleased with himself.

Chen Xuan gave him another thumbs-up. He was absolutely right...

In the future, when the Witch Clan and Demon Clan fought, they could simply turn it into a joke and compete through cooking. As for him, Chen Xuan, he would establish a New Oriental...

"Sister Nuwa... This has left me completely at a loss..." Houtu glanced at Great God Nuwa. The two of them had watched countless television dramas, novels, and myths and had prepared for the worst. Yet now a cooking competition had appeared?

Was this still the cultivation-based Primordial World?

"Since it's your Witch Clan's internal culture, the overall trend cannot be reversed, but minor trends can. It depends on how you discuss it. The future of the Witch Clan is truly unknown." Great God Nuwa sighed. The Demon Clan was the same.

"I think you're worrying too early. Deal with the Dragon-Han Calamity first. Before it truly erupts, we should take Duobao out for a few strolls..." Chen Xuan glanced at the Treasure Seeking Rat dancing wildly before the bonfire.

"Let's go, let's go... We have to find plenty of treasures. There are so many opportunities 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 take the Ginseng Baby."

Great God Nuwa was brimming with excitement. The thrill of being a great thief of the Primordial World was impossible to suppress.

"All right... We're heading out to seek treasures. We'll go west." Houtu glanced at the Witch Clan and set off.