That's Got to Be Said: You Sure Know How to Have Fun

As Ancestor Witches, Dijiang and the others had each established a Witch Clan tribe and led hundreds of millions of people.

Xuanyuan alone, despite being an Ancestor Witch, had never established a tribe—or even left Qianyuan Mountain.

As a result, across the entire Primordial World, everyone knew there were twelve Ancestor Witches in the Witch Clan, but no one knew Xuanyuan existed.

Even great witches like Kuafu, Xing Tian, and Jiu Feng were far more famous than Xuanyuan.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches all hoped Xuanyuan would establish a tribe and lead some people.

With Xuanyuan's background and strength, all he had to do was agree, and the Witch Clan would gain another powerful tribe, making the clan stronger as a whole.

"Big Brother is right!"

Zhujiuyin looked toward Xuanyuan and urged him, "Establishing a tribe, even a small one, is better than being all alone. At least someone could take care of your daily needs!"

Once Dijiang and Zhujiuyin had spoken, the other Ancestor Witches stopped chatting.

Zhurong looked at Xuanyuan and called out in his booming voice, "Brother Xuanyuan, if you think it's too much trouble, we'll send Kuafu over to you. He can handle all the tribe's affairs!"

Gonggong nodded repeatedly, not arguing with Zhurong for once. "We'll send Xiang Liu over to help you!"

"That kid Chi You is great at managing a tribe!"

"Jiu Feng would be good too!"

The Ancestor Witches spoke up one after another, offering to send their great witches to help Xuanyuan establish a tribe.

Xuanyuan smiled wryly and shook his head. "I'm used to being on my own. I never really thought about establishing a tribe!"

Mostly, he was afraid it would be a hassle!

What was wrong with being alone? He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. If he established a tribe, he'd have to take on responsibilities.

He'd have to manage the food, drink, and daily needs of all those people.

What a pain!

Xuanyuan firmly refused, and the Ancestor Witches had no choice.

In the end, Dijiang, the eldest brother, made the call. "If you really don't want to establish a tribe, then fine. But you're still an Ancestor Witch. You can't just stay by yourself on Qianyuan Mountain. You don't even have anyone to do odd jobs for you. How can that work?"

Dijiang glanced around at everyone. "Here's what we'll do. We'll send Jiu Feng, Kuafu, Xing Tian, and Xiang Liu over to take care of Brother Xuanyuan's daily needs."

"Big Brother, really, there's no need!"

Xuanyuan still refused. He didn't want to reveal the system's existence. Every time he checked in, he got something good out of nowhere. Given enough time, great witches like Jiu Feng would definitely start to suspect something.

"No. This time, you have to listen to me!"

Dijiang was adamant that they send someone over. It wasn't to keep an eye on Xuanyuan; he simply wanted someone to take care of him.

Xuanyuan couldn't talk him out of it, so in the end he agreed to take only two great witches, Jiu Feng and Xing Tian. He wouldn't accept anyone else.

Once they had settled that matter, Dijiang breathed a sigh of relief and changed the subject to Hongjun.

"Hongjun will be lecturing at Zixiao Palace in a thousand years. Are we going?"

"Of course we're going!"

Zhurong bellowed, "I want to see just how capable that old Hongjun is. What gives him the right to occupy the Primordial World that Father God created?"

"You're right about that!"

Gonggong joined in. "The Primordial World was created by Father God. That old Hongjun is nothing but a little earthworm. What gives him the right to rule the creatures of the Primordial World?"

The Ancestor Witches had been formed from the blood essence of Great God Pangu. They respected neither Heaven nor Earth, only Pangu.

Ever since Hongjun had attained sainthood and announced that he would lecture at Zixiao Palace in a thousand years, he had begun to look like the one who would call the shots in the Primordial World.

Naturally, the Ancestor Witches weren't having it!

Zhujiuyin took a deep drag on a Huazi, slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke, and narrowed his eyes. "Zhurong, Gonggong, keep it down!"

"What are you afraid of? Hongjun can do what he wants, but we're not allowed to talk about it?"

"Coward!"

Zhurong and Gonggong glared at Zhujiuyin. For once, they were united against a common foe.

"What would you two blockheads know?"

Zhujiuyin frowned. "I don't like him either, but what does that change? He's a Saint—the only Heavenly Dao Saint in the Primordial World. Do you want the entire Witch Clan to die with him?"

"You call me a coward, and you still won't admit it!"

Zhurong sneered. "So what if he's a Heavenly Dao Saint? There's only one thing to say: if we're not convinced, we fight!"

Gonggong chimed in. "Exactly. If we can't beat him one-on-one, we can gang up on him. You, Big Brother, and Brother Xuanyuan are all Daluo Golden Immortals. The ten of us are all at the Great Perfection of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, and can break through to Daluo Golden Immortal at any time. Add Jiu Feng, Kuafu, and Xiang Liu, and we've got all these people. How could we not beat one Saint?"

He turned to look at Qiangliang, Tianwu, Houtu, and the others. "Am I right?"

Everyone nodded, unconcerned—including Dijiang.

After the Dao-Devil War, Hongjun had become a Saint, but he had never once made a move in the Primordial World. Dijiang was wary of him, but had never considered him the Witch Clan's greatest enemy.

"The Witch Clan has only ever had one opponent: the Demon Clan led by Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi. Hongjun may be strong, but he's all alone. He's not enough to fear..."

"Big Brother, let me say something..."

Xuanyuan gave a light cough, interrupting Dijiang. He couldn't bear to watch any longer. These blockheads really had no idea what it meant to be dead.

"Go ahead!"

Dijiang said with a smile, not the least bit annoyed that Xuanyuan had interrupted him. Anyone else would have already angered him.

Xuanyuan took a puff of his Huazi and gathered his thoughts before speaking again. "Big Brother, brothers and sisters, I know none of us like Hongjun. But to put it bluntly, even if we all joined forces right now, we wouldn't be enough for Hongjun to crush with a single finger."

"Hm?"

All Twelve Ancestor Witches stared at Xuanyuan in shock.

They had never seen Xuanyuan act so timidly before.

"Before we talk about Hongjun, let me explain the cultivation levels in the Primordial World!"

Xuanyuan found a cup, poured in some Maozi, and made a makeshift ashtray. He tossed his Huazi into it, then prepared to give Dijiang and the others a proper introduction to the cultivation levels in the Primordial World.

But when he looked up, he found everyone staring at him in surprise. Puzzled, he asked, "What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"That's a Houtian Spiritual Treasure cup, and that wine was brewed from the finest Spirit Vein!"

Zhurong gave Xuanyuan a thumbs-up. "Brother Xuanyuan, I've got to say, you sure know how to have fun!"

Gonggong smacked his lips, looking heartbroken. "Brother Xuanyuan, that's such good Maozi. If you're not going to drink it, at least let us take it home!"

The others didn't say anything, but the regret and reluctance in their eyes gave Xuanyuan goosebumps.

"Is it really necessary?"

"Yes!"

The Twelve Ancestor Witches answered in unison.

If they hadn't already drunk so much Maozi that any more would be hard to refine, they would have drained every last drop.

Xuanyuan laughed and waved a hand grandly. "All right. When you leave, each of you can take ten bottles of Maozi. How's that?"

"Hahaha!"

"That's what we've been waiting to hear!"

"You're a real pal!"

The regret disappeared from their faces. They all brightened up, and Xuanyuan even saw little Houtu secretly swallow her saliva.

Could Houtu turn into a drunkard?

Oh well. Even if she does, she'll be a pretty drunkard.

As Xuanyuan prepared to explain the cultivation levels, he noticed Zhurong and Gonggong pointing at the Huazi on the table and frantically winking at him.

He was speechless.

"Then take ten boxes of Huazi too!"

"Wonderful!"

"Brother Xuanyuan, you're the best!"

Zhurong and Gonggong grinned from ear to ear.

Those two weren't just drunks; they were smokers too.

"You two, that's enough!"

Dijiang couldn't watch any longer. "Brother Xuanyuan invited you over and is treating you to good food and drink. Now you're taking things and asking for more. What kind of behavior is that? Shameful!"

Xuanyuan waved a hand. "Big Brother, we're all brothers here. There's no need to stand on ceremony!"

In the eyes of Ancestor Witches like Dijiang, Huazi and Maozi were rare treasures.

To Xuanyuan, they were nothing special.

He'd spent thousands to millions of years in the Primordial World. He had plenty of those things.