To Speak or Not to Speak, You Really Know How to Play

As Ancestor Witches, Dijiang and the others had each established their own Witch Clan tribes, commanding billions of clansmen.

Only Xuanyuan, though also an Ancestor Witch, had never founded a tribe, nor even left Qianyuan Mountain.

As a result, the entire Primordial World knew only of the twelve Ancestor Witches of the Witch Clan, with no one aware of Xuanyuan's existence.

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

All twelve Ancestor Witches hoped Xuanyuan would establish a tribe and lead some clansmen.

With Xuanyuan's foundation and strength, as long as he was willing, he could surely add another powerful tribe to the Witch Clan, advancing their overall strength further.

"Big Brother is right!"

Zhujiuyin looked at Xuanyuan and urged, "Establish a tribe, even a small one—it's better than being alone. At least someone can take care of your daily needs!"

Once Dijiang and Zhujiuyin spoke, the other Ancestor Witches stopped their idle chatter.

Zhurong stared at Xuanyuan and bellowed in his loud voice, "Brother Xuanyuan, if you find it troublesome, we'll give Kuafu to you and let him handle all the tribe management!"

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

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

"Jiu Feng is no slouch either!"

The Ancestor Witches all chimed in, offering to send their great witches to help Xuanyuan establish a tribe.

Xuanyuan shook his head with a wry smile, "I'm used to being alone. I've never really thought about founding a tribe!"

His main concern was the trouble!

Being alone was great—carefree, doing whatever he wanted. Founding a tribe meant taking on responsibilities.

He'd have to manage the eating, drinking, sleeping, and waste of so many clansmen.

How exhausting!

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 found a tribe, fine. But you're still an Ancestor Witch. Staying alone on Qianyuan Mountain isn't right. You don't even have a servant—how can that do?"

Dijiang swept his gaze across everyone, "Here's the plan: send Jiu Feng, Kuafu, Xing Tian, and Xiang Liu to take care of Brother Xuanyuan's daily needs."

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

Xuanyuan still refused. He didn't want to expose the existence of his system. Every time he checked in, he could obtain good things out of thin air. Over time, great witches like Jiu Feng would inevitably grow suspicious.

"No, this time you have to listen to us!"

Dijiang was adamant. He had to send people—not to spy on Xuanyuan, but simply to have someone look after him.

Xuanyuan couldn't argue his way out, and in the end, he only accepted Jiu Feng and Xing Tian, refusing to take any more.

With that settled, Dijiang breathed a sigh of relief and shifted the topic to Hongjun.

"In a thousand years, Hongjun will preach at the Purple Cloud Palace. Are we going?"

"We must go!"

Zhurong shouted loudly, "I want to see for myself just how capable that old man Hongjun is, and why he thinks he has the right to occupy the Primordial World our Father God created!"

"You're not wrong there!"

Gonggong joined in the ruckus, "The Primordial World was created by Father God. That old worm Hongjun—what virtue or ability does he have to rule over the living beings of the Primordial World!"

The Ancestor Witches were born from the essence blood of the Great God Pangu. They revered neither heaven nor earth, only Pangu.

Ever since Hongjun attained enlightenment and became a sage, decreeing that he would preach at the Purple Cloud Palace in a thousand years, he had subtly become the de facto leader of the Primordial World.

The Ancestor Witches naturally refused to accept this!

Zhujiuyin took a deep drag of his Huazi, slowly exhaled a plume of white smoke, and squinted as he said, "Zhurong, Gonggong, say a little less."

"What's there to fear? If that old man Hongjun dares to do it, why can't we say it?"

"Cowards!"

Zhurong and Gonggong glared at Zhujiuyin, for once united in their hostility.

"What do you two blockheads know!"

Zhujiuyin frowned, "I can't stand him either, but so what? He's a sage—the only Heavenly Dao sage in the Primordial World. Do you want to drag the entire Witch Clan down with you?"

"Calling us cowards—you won't admit it!"

Zhurong sneered, "So what if he's a Heavenly Dao sage? One word: if we don't accept it, we fight!"

Gonggong backed him up, "That's right. If one-on-one we can't win, we'll gang up on him. You, Big Brother, and Brother Xuanyuan—all three of you are Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals. The ten of us are all at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Great Perfection stage, ready to break through to Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal at any time. Add Jiu Feng, Kuafu, Xiang Liu, and the others—with so many of us, can we still not take down one sage?"

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

Everyone nodded, unconcerned, including Dijiang.

After the Dao-Demon Conflict, Hongjun had become a sage but had never made a move in the Primordial World. Though Dijiang was wary of Hongjun, he had never regarded him as the number one threat.

"The Witch Clan's only enemy will always be one: the Demon Race led by Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi. Hongjun is strong, but he's alone—nothing to fear..."

"Big Brother, let me say a few words..."

Xuanyuan cleared his throat lightly, cutting Dijiang off. He really couldn't stand it anymore—this bunch of simpletons had no idea how to spell "death."

"You talk!"

Dijiang said with a smile, not at all annoyed at being interrupted by Xuanyuan. Anyone else would have lost their temper by now.

Xuanyuan took a drag of his Huazi, gathered his thoughts, and then spoke again. "Big brother, brothers and sisters, I know you all can't stand Hongjun, but to put it bluntly, even if we all band together now, we wouldn't be enough for Hongjun to crush with a single finger."

"Huh?"

The Twelve Ancestor Witches all stared at Xuanyuan in shock.

They had never seen Xuanyuan act so spineless.

"Before talking about Hongjun, let me first explain the cultivation levels of the Primordial World!"

Xuanyuan grabbed a cup, poured some Maozi into it to make a makeshift ashtray, and tossed his Huazi inside, ready to give Dijiang and the others a proper rundown of the Primordial World's cultivation ranks.

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

"A Houtian Spiritual Treasure-grade wine cup, and fine wine brewed from top-grade Spirit Veins!"

Zhurong gave Xuanyuan a thumbs-up. "Brother Xuanyuan, gotta say, you really know how to live it up!"

Gonggong clicked his teeth in regret. "Brother Xuanyuan, such good Maozi, and you're not drinking it? Let us pack it up and take it!"

The others didn't say anything, but the pity and reluctance in their eyes made Xuanyuan's skin crawl.

"Is it really that big a deal?"

"It is!"

The Twelve Ancestor Witches said in unison.

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

Xuanyuan laughed, waved his hand grandly, and said boldly, "Fine, when you leave, each of you take ten bottles of Maozi. That good enough?"

"Haha!"

"That's what we were waiting for!"

"Now that's brotherly!"

The regret on their faces vanished, replaced by beaming smiles. Xuanyuan even saw Houtu sneakily swallowing her saliva.

Is Houtu going to turn into a drunkard?

Ah, whatever. Even if she is, she's still a pretty drunkard.

Just as Xuanyuan was about to start explaining the cultivation levels, he saw Zhurong and Gonggong pointing at the Huazi on the table, winking at him repeatedly.

He was speechless.

"Take ten more boxes of Huazi!"

"Awesome!"

"Brother Xuanyuan, you're generous!"

Zhurong and Gonggong grinned from ear to ear.

These two weren't just drunkards—they were chain-smokers too.

"You two, enough already!"

Dijiang couldn't stand it anymore. "Brother Xuanyuan invited you over, treated you to good food and drink, and you're still asking for more? What kind of behavior is that? Shameful!"

Xuanyuan waved his hand. "Big brother, they're all brothers. Saying that makes it sound distant!"

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

To Xuanyuan, they were just so-so.

Having spent hundreds of thousands to millions of years in the Primordial World, he had plenty of this stuff.