Twelve Persons of Great Luck

"What if they're here to make trouble?"

"This is bad, this is bad! They look so strong... I wonder if the Mountain God can beat them?"

"Sigh... let's just hope they haven't come looking for trouble!"

The spirits whispered among themselves, their faces filled with worry, terrified that these twelve had come to cause trouble.

Dijiang looked at the spirits and said, "What are you talking about?"

"You think we're here to make trouble?" Xuanming raised a brow.

Though these spirits had spoken quietly, how could the Ancestral Witches fail to hear them?

They were all within the same temple, and it was not particularly large to begin with.

At Xuanming's words, the spirits could not help but tremble from head to toe.

This was bad. They had heard what they said... That was what the spirits were thinking.

Houtu smiled and said, "Don't worry. We're not here to make trouble."

Houtu's smile was like a spring breeze brushing over one's face. Though she looked powerful as well, her smile still gave off a gentle warmth.

"We came to offer incense in this temple," Houtu said with a smile.

The spirits could not help looking at Houtu.

When they saw her, several of them recognized her.

A hundred years ago, Houtu had come to this temple to offer incense.

"You..." One spirit looked at Houtu, unable to stop himself from uttering that single word.

"Y-you... are you... the young lady who came here a hundred years ago?" another spirit asked.

The young lady who had come a hundred years ago had been exceedingly beautiful.

And the young lady who had come now was just as beautiful.

Houtu looked at them, smiled, and nodded. "Yes. I came here a hundred years ago."

"You really are that young lady from a hundred years ago." One spirit said with a smile.

Houtu nodded again.

Seeing this, the spirits finally relaxed.

As long as they had not come to make trouble, all was well.

The spirits now wore smiles as well, and were quite welcoming toward them.

After chatting for a while, the spirits each went back to their own tasks.

Houtu looked at her brothers and sisters and said, "Brothers, sisters, let's offer incense."

Xuanming frowned. "We really have to offer incense here?"

They were the Twelve Ancestral Witches, after all!

Within the Witch Clan, they were kings!

How could kings casually offer incense to someone else?

"Big Sister, just offer the Mountain God a stick of incense. The Mountain God is truly very kind," Houtu said.

"Is that Mountain God really so formidable? Did he truly give you two Great Dao Origins?" Gonggong, Ancestral Witch of Water, asked.

"Big Brother, I've already told you—the Mountain God is truly formidable," Houtu said.

The Ancestral Witches looked at Houtu. They were willing to believe their younger sister.

Dijiang said, "Let us offer a stick of incense for now."

Since their eldest brother Dijiang had said so, the Ancestral Witches looked at him before finally nodding.

Then they took incense and offered it.

"This Mountain God had better really be that formidable! Otherwise, for us Twelve Ancestral Witches to offer him incense would be a tremendous loss!" Rushou said.

Rushou was the Ancestral Witch of Metal.

At Rushou's words, the other Ancestral Witches nodded as well.

"We Ancestral Witches are kings within the Witch Clan, after all. Yet now we're offering incense in this obscure little temple... Let's hope this Mountain God really is as formidable as you say, little sister!" another Ancestral Witch said.

The other Ancestral Witches nodded again.

Hearing the Ancestral Witches say this, the spirits still inside the Mountain God Temple were stunned beyond measure.

They... were actually... the Twelve Ancestral Witches...

Had they heard correctly?

The Twelve Ancestral Witches...

How could they possibly come here to offer incense?

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were renowned throughout the Primordial Wilderness.

Each of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was immensely formidable, born with exceptionally powerful physical bodies, having undergone Transformation from Pangu's essence blood.

The spirits and monsters could not help glancing at the Ancestral Witches. For a moment, they felt that the world had gone mad!

What was going on?

Was their Mountain God really this incredible?

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had come here as a group to offer incense?

No way!

Was the Mountain God really that badass?

Although the spirits and monsters also thought the Mountain God was badass, they had never expected the Twelve Ancestral Witches to come here and offer incense!

This was far too beyond anyone's expectations!

For a time, the spirits and monsters could only stare dumbfoundedly, speechless.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches took the incense, lit it, and went to offer it.

The spirits and monsters still found it utterly unbelievable.

"You Mountain God! If you've deceived us, if you don't actually possess such great power, I'll smash this Mountain God Temple to pieces!" one of the Ancestral Witches said irritably.

The other Ancestral Witches could not help nodding as well.

The spirits and monsters trembled slightly at the side, saying nothing.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were so powerful that even with the Mountain God here, these spirits and monsters did not dare provoke them carelessly.

"Exactly! If you dare deceive my sister, and dare deceive us as well, we definitely won't let you off!" another Ancestral Witch said.

Houtu said, "This Mountain God did not deceive me..."

The spirits and monsters looked at them, then quietly slipped outside as well.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches remained standing within the temple.

Within the temple's Inner Space, the system's voice rang out in Qin Yun's mind:

[Ding! Detected twelve Persons of Great Luck offering incense to the host. A ten-thousandfold critical-hit reward has been triggered. Host has obtained 6,000,000 Incense Value!]

Hearing the system's voice, Qin Yun's eyes widened involuntarily.

Twelve Persons of Great Luck...

Who were these twelve Persons of Great Luck?

Could they be... the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

No... no way...

Qin Yun waved his hand before him, and an image of the temple appeared in front of him.

Inside the temple stood a dark mass of people, each of them emanating an aura tinged with Sha Qi.

Among them, Qin Yun saw a young and beautiful girl. He had met this girl a hundred years ago—she was Houtu.

Hou... Houtu...

Qin Yun looked at the others, and their information surfaced in his mind as well.

Ancestral Witch Dijiang, Ancestral Witch Xuanming, Ancestral Witch Jumang...

They... really were the Twelve Ancestral Witches...

He had never expected the Twelve Ancestral Witches to come here and offer incense...

For a moment, Qin Yun found it hard to believe.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches still stood within the temple. They had offered their incense, yet there had been no reaction at all.

The Ancestral Witches could not help frowning.

"Where is that Mountain God?" one Ancestral Witch asked.

"We've offered the incense. Why hasn't he appeared?"

"Why isn't he coming out to meet us?"

"Why haven't we seen him?"

"Just where is that Mountain God?"

"Could he have deceived us?"

"If this Mountain God dares deceive us, we absolutely won't let him have an easy time!"