You're Too Good To Me...

These two drops of Pangu Blood Essence were extraordinarily rich. They were no ordinary blood essence, but Pangu Blood Essence on par with that capable of giving birth to Ancestral Witches.

The higher the quality of the blood essence, the stronger the Witch Clan descendants it could nurture. The Twelve Ancestral Witches were the strongest beings in the Witch Clan.

The moment Houtu saw these two drops of Pangu Blood Essence, she instinctively found them deeply familiar.

These two drops of Pangu Blood Essence shared the same origin as her own bloodline.

These two drops of Pangu Blood Essence were no less potent than the blood essence she had transformed from.

"How... how do you have... such fine... Pangu Blood Essence?" Houtu asked, utterly unable to conceal her astonishment.

Such fine Pangu Blood Essence could absolutely nurture Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan.

One had to know that the Pangu Blood Essence that remained now was basically ordinary Pangu Blood Essence, capable only of nurturing ordinary Witch Clan brethren.

Qin Yun looked at her and said, "I obtained it through a fortunate coincidence."

Houtu looked at the two drops of Pangu Blood Essence and gradually accepted Qin Yun's explanation.

"Can these two drops of Father God's blood essence still nurture two Ancestral Witches?" Houtu asked.

Hearing this, Qin Yun shook his head. "Probably not."

"These two drops of blood essence likely can no longer nurture life. Besides, after so long, they still haven't undergone Transformation. They probably have no chance of transforming anymore," Qin Yun added, explaining to Houtu.

Hearing that, Houtu found it reasonable as well and could not help nodding.

"If only they could undergo Transformation. Then our Witch Clan would gain two more Ancestral Witches..." Houtu said, her expression unconsciously tinged with regret.

Qin Yun smiled faintly and said, "Houtu, keep these two drops of blood essence safe."

Houtu raised her eyes to look at Qin Yun. Her lips parted slightly. "You..." After saying that single word, she did not know what else to say.

"Houtu, don't refuse," Qin Yun said.

"You... you're... far too good to me..." Houtu said, her eyes still fixed on Qin Yun.

"You... you treat me so well... I... I don't even know... how to... repay you..." Houtu said, unconsciously lowering her head as she spoke.

Qin Yun smiled and said, "When you have time in the future, come here more often to offer incense..."

"That... will count as repaying me..."

Houtu still had her head lowered as she softly asked, "Is... is it really that simple?"

"Yes, it's that simple." Qin Yun nodded.

"You... you don't... have any other requests?" Houtu asked.

Qin Yun looked at her and said, "If you get the chance outside, help promote my Mountain God Temple. Try to get more people to come here and offer incense."

Houtu still had her head lowered. She had not expected Qin Yun's request to be so simple.

"I will definitely do as you say," Houtu said, nodding gently.

"Other than those requests, do you have any others?" Houtu asked again.

Qin Yun looked at her and thought, Other requests? What requests?

Qin Yun looked at her again. She was so beautiful, like a celestial maiden from above the nine heavens...

How about you marry me?

Qin Yun truly wanted to say it, but after thinking it over and over, he ultimately did not.

He and Houtu had only met today...

"Qing... Qingyi Mountain God... you... your kindness toward Houtu is as weighty as a mountain..." Houtu said slowly.

"If the Mountain God has any request, so long as Houtu can fulfill it, she certainly will," Houtu said, her voice resolute.

Qin Yun looked at her. Houtu had her head lowered, and her fair, beautiful face seemed to be flushed with a trace of bashfulness.

"Houtu, let's continue drinking tea," Qin Yun said as he reached for the teapot and poured the tea.

Houtu did not speak, but she nodded softly.

The tea was still fragrant, with faint steam rising from it. The two slowly drank their tea.

They were still within the temple's Inner Space.

It formed a world of its own, with sky and earth alike.

The sky was clear and bright, and Immortal Cranes Dancing could be seen in the distance.

The land was quite vast as well, stretching so far that its end could not be seen.

Qin Yun and Houtu were still seated beside the stone table.

"Houtu, Hongjun is about to expound the Dao at Purple Cloud Palace. Will you go to hear it?" Qin Yun asked.

Hearing this, Houtu replied, "I plan to."

Houtu was frank by nature. She said whatever was on her mind and never concealed anything.

She did indeed intend to go to Purple Cloud Palace to hear the Dao.

Although the Witch Clan had no Primordial Spirits and could not comprehend the Great Dao to cultivate, they could still go to the Purple Cloud Palace to listen to the Dao.

As long as they could reach the Purple Cloud Palace, they could listen to the Dao.

"Mountain God, what about you? Will you go?" Houtu asked Qin Yun in return.

Hearing this, Qin Yun looked at himself.

Qin Yun's cultivation was still at the Heavenly Immortal realm, still very, very far from becoming a saint.

Before becoming a saint, Qin Yun could not leave this place.

Qin Yun shook his head and said, "I'm not going."

"Why not?" Houtu asked, deeply puzzled.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's teachings were a tremendous opportunity for all living beings of the Primordial Wilderness. Even the Ancestor Witches of the Witch Clan, despite having no Primordial Spirits, planned to go listen. Why would Qin Yun not go?

"What Hongjun teaches is of no use to me," Qin Yun said.

Qin Yun had transmigrated here, and after arriving, he had also bound himself to a system.

How could Hongjun's teachings possibly compare to the rewards given by the system?

Besides, Qin Yun had not yet reached sainthood, so he could not leave either.

"Why would it be useless?" Houtu asked.

"Could it be that, like us, you have no Primordial Spirit?" Houtu said. She looked at Qin Yun, then thought of herself, her brothers and sisters, and her clansmen.

Qin Yun shook his head. He had transmigrated here and possessed a soul; a soul could also count as a Primordial Spirit, so he did have one.

"Then... why won't you go?" Houtu asked.

Houtu wanted to discern Qin Yun's cultivation, but no matter how she looked, she could not see through it.

Before her, Qin Yun seemed unfathomably profound. She could not make out the slightest trace of his true depth.

"Mountain God, could your cultivation be even higher than Dao Ancestor Hongjun's?" Houtu asked. Even as she spoke those words, she was startled.

In the present Primordial Wilderness, Hongjun was the most formidable existence. To this day, no one with a higher cultivation than Hongjun had been found!

There was not even anyone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Hongjun!

Hearing Houtu ask this, Qin Yun thought, How am I supposed to answer that?

I can't exactly say that my cultivation is only at the Heavenly Immortal realm...

The Heavenly Immortal realm was such a weak existence in the current Primordial Wilderness!

"Mountain God, you... you truly... what kind of divine being are you?" Houtu asked. Her eyes burned as she looked at Qin Yun, filled with an involuntary reverence.

Houtu thought, Could I have encountered someone even more formidable than Dao Ancestor Hongjun?