Primordial Wilderness: I Repeatedly Offered Poisonous Schemes! Houtu Advised Me to Calm Down

A figure, somewhat slender and fair-skinned compared to other Wu, came into view of the many Ancestor Witches.

A Lesser Shaman at the Golden Immortal level?

The Ancestor Witches were taken aback.

The Wu Clan had not yet reached its historical peak, but even so, certain ranks had long been established: below Golden Immortal were Witch Soldiers, Golden Immortal and Primordial Unity Golden Immortal were Lesser Shamans, and Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal were Great Witches.

As for the Ancestor Witches, they had long surpassed this hierarchy, for each of them stood at the very end of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, merely unable to see the path forward, thus stuck.

But even so, not long ago, because of Dijiang's breakthrough, they too had glimpsed hope for advancement.

For this reason, separated by several major realms, even though they usually valued their own clansmen greatly, they rarely cast their gaze down upon such Lesser Shamans.

Let alone a Lesser Shaman at Golden Immortal.

But this time, there was an exception.

Their gazes were somewhat peculiar.

Houtu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she couldn't help but speak.

"Let my brothers and sisters laugh at me!"

"This is a newly born Lesser Shaman from the clan not long ago, named Chu Xuan. I haven't yet explained the rules to him."

"It is my fault for being lax in discipline on ordinary days!"

The Ancestor Witches smiled, and the previously tense atmosphere over the Demon Race's Heavenly Court dissipated completely.

They all knew well what a gentle existence their little sister was, so naturally, they had no intention of blaming her.

Instead, they took the initiative to help Houtu out of her predicament.

"Little sister, your kind heart is a good thing!"

"Besides, we Wu were all born from Father God's blood, with no distinction of rank. It's just that we usually need to decide the Wu Clan's future and cultivation, which has led us to neglect these clansmen!"

"It's just that this Lesser Shaman is a bit frail. Little sister, when you go back, you should teach him well—big means strong!"

As he spoke, Zhurong flexed his burly arms.

Indicating that this was the true beauty of the Wu Clan!

Houtu Ancestor Wu was both amused and exasperated, nodding repeatedly.

The Ancestor Witches' moods eased somewhat.

Dijiang also nodded to himself.

This Lesser Shaman came at just the right time!

Though he had already decided to act on his own, it was for the Wu Clan's sake, and he didn't want to leave any resentment among his siblings.

Now, with this buffer, things were much better.

He spoke.

"Since a clansman seeks an audience, little sister, you may handle it first!"

After all, the big matter wouldn't be delayed by this short while.

The Ancestor Witches nodded as well.

Because of Chu Xuan's appearance, the Ancestor Witches had gained some breathing room, gradually calming down and understanding that the establishment of the Wu Clan was inevitable.

They began to deliberate carefully, unconcerned with this brief pause.

Houtu nodded.

She immediately waved her sleeve.

Layer upon layer of space opened up.

Billions of miles away.

A 'slender' figure felt his vision blur, and suddenly appeared before the many Ancestor Witches.

Until now, the Ancestor Witches had not paid any mind to Chu Xuan's earlier words about matters of life and death for the Wu Clan.

They did not think a Lesser Shaman could say anything earth-shattering.

This was not contempt, but a difference in perspective.

The threat of the Demon Race was clear to them, and they didn't need his emphasis.

However, just as the Ancestor Witches were dismissing it, the slender figure appeared, startled at first, then bowed to the Ancestor Witches.

"Chu Xuan pays respects to the Ancestor Witches!"

"Ancestor Witches, please hear my words!"

"You absolutely must not establish the Wu Clan—this is falling into the Heavenly Dao's scheme, a path to ruin!"

"If you establish the Wu Clan, our Wu Clan will surely face extinction!"

The Ancestor Witches' expressions stiffened, and they stared in shock at this figure they had previously ignored.

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Chapter 2: First Strike and the Great Calamity! (Kneeling for Flowers and Monthly Tickets)

It was not because of the other party's preemptive strike.

Rather, it was because—

How could a mere Lesser Shaman know that they intended to establish the Wu Clan?

They had only just made that decision!

The Ancestral Shamans stared gravely at Chu Xuan, their gazes capable of piercing through all mysteries. Their towering bodies, billions of feet high, stood like pillars holding up the heavens, while their suspicious, uncertain eyes blazed as brightly as the sun.

Chu Xuan, a Lesser Shaman of merely ten thousand feet, felt an immense pressure bearing down on him.

Even Houtu, who was usually gentle and serene, could not help but scrutinize Chu Xuan as she stepped forward a few paces. Her two enormous, fair jade pillars were faintly visible amidst the swirling radiance of the Great Dao Light Shadow.

Though the accompanying laws of nature obscured her form, the sheer proximity forced Chu Xuan's mind to fill in far too many details.

His vision blurred!

Oh no, this impact was a bit too much!

Chu Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

The words he had prepared in his mind were all forgotten.

Instinctively, he wanted to look up.

The Ancestral Shaman's thighs were right there, the Ancestral Shaman's hem...

Yet, the moment he thought of it, he immediately blushed and lowered his head, rapidly purging those stray thoughts.

He had nearly forgotten—this was the Primordial Wilderness. Was he not afraid of being ground to dust?

However, Chu Xuan's actions could not escape the notice of the Ancestral Shamans. Their initial suspicion gave way to surprise, and a faint blush crept onto Houtu's face.

She suddenly shrank to Chu Xuan's height.

Feigning anger, she said, "You little brat, if you can't give a proper explanation, don't blame me for punishing you for abusing the emergency summons!"

The other Ancestral Shamans chuckled, also shrinking their forms to match Chu Xuan's height. They spoke with laughter.

"Little sister, this Lesser Shaman of your tribe has quite the complicated thoughts!"

"The Wu in my tribe only ever think about fighting, fighting, fighting—they don't have such notions! It's been a headache for me!"

"If our Wu Clan does not increase our numbers, how can we rule the Primordial Wilderness?"

"But as a Wu, one should be straightforward—why hide anything?"

"It's a pity this Lesser Shaman is too weak. How could he match an Ancestral Shaman's dignity?"

"Beauty belongs only to the strong!"

Zhurong, with fire serpents coiling around his ears, laughed heartily.

He showed no sign of blaming Chu Xuan for his discourtesy.

Most of the other Ancestral Shamans felt the same. They paid no heed to Chu Xuan's behavior—the Wu Clan was meant to be direct and uninhibited, with no need to fuss over such trivial matters.