Nine-Petal Bloom, Immeasurable Potential!

The Twelve Ancestor Witches had all arrived. Dijiang smiled and said, "Good brother, you called us all here. What's the good news?"

Whenever they visited Xuanyuan, they came away with plenty of good things. Xuanyuan was also easygoing and hospitable!

Whenever the Ancestor Witches had time, they liked to stop by Qianyuan Mountain.

Xuanyuan ushered Dijiang and the others into Qianyuan Palace and replied with a smile, "Big brother, it's been ages since we all got together, so I thought I'd invite everyone over for a visit!"

A huge redwood table stood in the center of the hall, laden with delicious dishes. Their enticing aroma filled the entire hall, making everyone's mouths water.

Zhurong leaned over for a look and spotted more than ten bottles of Maozi on the table. His eyes lit up, and he instinctively swallowed. Then he dashed over, dropped into a chair, and hugged two bottles of Maozi to his chest. He guffawed at Xuanyuan. "Good brother, you know how to treat us!"

He'd tried Maozi before and knew it was the good stuff. He'd been craving it badly, but the bottles Xuanyuan had given him were long gone. He'd even secretly asked Xuanyuan for more, but felt too embarrassed to bring it up again.

Now that he saw more than ten bottles sitting there, he was determined to drink his fill.

Gonggong hurried after him, also grabbing two bottles of Maozi and refusing to let go. He didn't forget to taunt Zhurong, either.

"Pathetic! You're nothing but a drunk!"

Zhurong wasn't about to back down. He slapped the table hard and shot back at Gonggong, "Before you talk, wipe the drool off your mouth!"

Gonggong glared, planted his right foot on a chair, gripped two bottles of Maozi in his left hand, and pounded the table with his right. "Are you looking for a fight?"

"Bring it on! You think I'm afraid of you?"

The two troublemakers pounded the table and kicked the chairs, making no effort to restrain themselves. Dijiang and the others watched with bated breath.

They weren't worried about Zhurong and Gonggong fighting. The two were as incompatible as fire and water, always at each other's throats whenever they met. They were used to it by now.

They were mainly worried the two would actually flip the table.

It was covered with all kinds of good food, after all.

It would be a shame if those two clowns wrecked it.

So!

A white orb appeared in Zhujiuyin's hand, brimming with the power of the Time Law. He was ready to act at any moment. If the two troublemakers flipped the table, he would use time reversal to restore it.

Green light blazed around Goumang as he urged the Wood Law to reinforce the redwood table.

Houtu urged the Earth Law, forming a wall of earth beneath the table to support it.

The remaining six rushed forward at their fastest speed and pulled Zhurong and Gonggong away from the table.

To enjoy the feast Xuanyuan had prepared, the Ancestor Witches were pulling out all the stops.

"Enough fooling around!"

Dijiang put on the airs of an eldest brother. "You two brutes need to show some restraint! Do you want to tear Qianyuan Palace down before you're satisfied?"

Xuanyuan watched them make a ruckus and waved a hand. "Big brother, it's fine. Qianyuan Palace isn't so easy to tear down!"

The system had awarded him Qianyuan Palace for signing in a hundred thousand years ago. It was a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, on the same level as Old Ancestor Hongjun's Zixiao Palace.

It looked ordinary, but contained an entire world within.

They were only at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. Even if the Twelve Ancestor Witches joined forces to form the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Array and summon Pangu's phantom, they still couldn't damage Qianyuan Palace in the slightest with their full strength.

As for the redwood table and chairs, and the plates and cups on the table, those were also rewards from the sign-in system.

Although they weren't Chaos Spiritual Treasures like Qianyuan Palace, every single one was at least a Houtian Spiritual Treasure.

A few slaps wouldn't be enough to break them.

Xuanyuan invited everyone to take their seats, raised his cup, and laughed heartily. "Come on, let's start with a toast!"

Everyone raised their cups. Inside each one, a dragon of Spiritual Power swirled and darted about, seemingly trying to break free and soar through the heavens.

Runes engraved on the cups flashed continuously, firmly suppressing the dragons of Spiritual Power.

"Bottoms up!"

Everyone clinked cups and drained them in one go, full of swagger.

Houtu and Xuanming, the two women, also drank every last drop, showing themselves every bit as bold as the men.

After one cup, everyone except Xuanyuan flushed instantly.

They didn't dare slack off. They hurriedly circulated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique to refine the Spiritual Power and temper their bodies.

Just one cup had made their bodies a little stronger.

Besides, Maozi went down smooth and left a lingering aftertaste. Even if it couldn't boost their strength, they all loved drinking it.

Among the Twelve Ancestor Witches, Dijiang was the strongest and the first to refine the Spiritual Power within him.

Sitting beside Xuanyuan, he patted him on the shoulder and burst into laughter. "What a fine wine! One cup is worth a hundred years of arduous cultivation!"

Xuanyuan nodded with a smile. "If you like it, drink up. There's plenty of Maozi to go around today!"

"Now that's what I like to hear! We won't stop until we're all drunk—let's drink our fill!"

Zhujiuyin laughed in reply.

He was second only to Dijiang in strength among the Twelve Ancestor Witches, and the second to refine the Spiritual Power within him.

Xuanming followed right after.

Even after refining all the Spiritual Power, her cheeks remained rosy, making her look especially lovely.

"Xuanyuan, it's a good thing you taught everyone the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique. This wine contains such powerful Spiritual Power that without the technique, we'd never be able to withstand it."

A moment later, everyone opened their eyes, beaming with delight.

They'd enjoyed fine wine, and their strength had advanced another step.

The wine was well worth it!

"Dig in!"

Xuanyuan picked up a piece of dragon meat and swallowed it whole. A faint golden light appeared around him at once.

The meat came from a Dragon Clan member at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. Even though Xuanyuan had already reached the early stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, it still had an effect on him.

Dijiang picked a piece of meat from a Kunpeng wing and ate it in one bite, too. The effect was even more pronounced for him than it had been for Xuanyuan.

Golden light blazed around him, his qi and blood surged, and his whole body stretched and relaxed.

Zhurong, Gonggong, and the others immediately joined in.

With every bite, dazzling light burst from their bodies.

Everyone benefited immensely.

Dijiang and Zhujiuyin even sat cross-legged, with Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown above their heads and Five Energies Returning to the Origin in their hearts.

They had begun advancing to the Daluo Golden Immortal realm right then and there.

Xuanyuan and the others stopped eating and watched Dijiang and Zhujiuyin sitting cross-legged. All eyes were fixed on the Three Flowers above their heads, which had yet to bloom.

They wondered how many petals the flowers would bloom.

They didn't have to wait long. The Three Flowers above Dijiang and Zhujiuyin bloomed one after another.

One flower, then two, and on they bloomed until there were nine. Only then did they stop.

"A Nine-Petal Bloom—Immeasurable Potential!"

Xuanyuan applauded in praise, beaming with joy for the two of them.

As far as he knew, in the entire Primordial World, only Taiqing Laozi had the talent for a Nine-Petal Bloom. The rest of the exceptionally gifted, such as Yuqing Yuanshi, Shangqing Tongtian, Nuwa, Dijun, and Donghuang Taiyi, could only manage an Eight-Petal Bloom.

Dijiang and Zhujiuyin's Nine-Petal Bloom made all the top resources he'd invested in them well worth it.

After that little interlude, everyone resumed eating, and the atmosphere grew livelier.

Shebishi, Tianwu, and Yanzi were the weakest, only at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. They soon broke through to the full Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

The others didn't advance a realm, but their cultivation still improved considerably. They'd each taken one step toward the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

It was no exaggeration to say that this single meal was worth at least several thousand years of arduous cultivation.

With their bellies full, everyone lounged lazily in their chairs, smoking Huazi and eating spiritual fruit.

Zhurong took a puff of Huazi. His previously bleary eyes cleared up at once. Looking at the plates and cups, now completely empty, he sighed. "It'd be great if we could eat a feast like this every day!"

Gonggong rolled his eyes. "Keep dreaming! Just think how long it must've taken Brother Xuanyuan to save up all this good stuff. You polished it all off in one meal!"

"You say that like you didn't eat any!"

"I still didn't eat as much as you. You eat like a pig!"

Houtu and Xuanming ate Ginseng Fruit as they watched the two bicker, their lips curling into quiet smiles.

They loved this kind of atmosphere. Having their brothers and sisters gathered together, chatting and teasing one another, felt so warm.

Zhujiuyin suddenly sighed. "If only all our people could eat food this good!"

As he spoke, he shook his head, knowing it was impossible.

Just as Gonggong had said, Xuanyuan must have spent ages collecting all this good stuff.

How could the billions of members of the Witch Clan all eat it?

Zhujiuyin had spoken from the heart, but his words stirred something in Dijiang. He glanced at Xuanyuan. "Brother Xuanyuan, as an Ancestor Witch, you should establish your own tribe!"