The Primordial Era: Before the Lecture Was Even Finished, All the Ancestor Witches Became Saints, Section 18

That being the case, that First Brother would definitely not leave any loopholes behind.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have dispatched older brothers who were easier to fool, like Qiang Liang and Xi Zi.

He would most likely choose among Ru Shou, Gou Mang, and Gong Gong, those three older brothers.

However, those three were people Li Hao definitely did not want to face.

As for the reason... those three were all characters who spoke little and acted ruthlessly.

In short, with the three of them following, this trip was likely not going to be comfortable.

After watching the Witch Tribe members drill for a little longer, the Ancestor Witches dispersed on the spot.

Each went to busy themselves with their own affairs.

Li Hao, teaming up with Houtu and Zhu Rong, officially set off.

Chapter 14: My Brothers and I—Living, We Are of the Witch Tribe; Dying, We Are the Ghostly Remains of the Witch Tribe

Leaving the Witch Tribe Ancestral Land, Li Hao looked at the vast space ahead.

For a moment, he actually felt somewhat dazed.

The crux of the matter was, as a modern person, how could he possibly know the roads of the Primordial Era?

Although he had transmigrated here for a million years or so, the span of time indeed wasn't short.

Yet the first two hundred thousand years had been spent in deep slumber, and the subsequent million-odd years had all been spent cultivating within the Witch Tribe's palace.

Later on, he had indeed come out, but he hadn't gone anywhere to travel and gain experience.

Let alone traveling, he hadn't even participated in hunting.

Emerging like this all of a sudden, he was simply completely in the dark.

To put it bluntly, if they took him a bit further away, he was afraid he wouldn't even be able to find the way home.

Houtu saw her younger brother's abnormality and didn't make a fuss, instead bringing her exquisitely beautiful face close to his ear and asking, "Thirteenth Brother, what's wrong? Is something uncomfortable?"

"It's nothing, I just received some premonitions." Bursts of fragrance assailed his senses, and Li Hao snapped out of his bewildered state.

Naturally, he couldn't say that he didn't know where they should go, or wouldn't that be too embarrassing?

Coming out was something he had requested of his own accord.

As a result, he actually didn't know where to go?

Even if he had to put up a front, he had to act the part.

Having spoken, Li Hao picked a direction, lifted his leg, and walked.

Houtu never opposed her younger brother's words; seeing that her younger brother had already walked off, she followed right behind.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! That side is wrong!" Zhu Rong, standing off to the side with a sheepish look, looked at their direction of travel and immediately spoke up to stop them.

In his heart, he was immensely puzzled—wasn't this supposed to be going out to travel and gain experience? How come they were heading up the mountain instead?

Zhu Rong's voice was extremely loud, and Li Hao heard these words.

Yet hearing them was one thing; he wasn't about to actually stop.

Are you kidding me? Having just made a decision, he was going to go back on it? Wasn't this plainly telling people that he didn't know the way?

Right now, he was in the position of riding a tiger and finding it hard to dismount. Since he had chosen this path, no matter what, he had to walk it through.

Just as he was pondering how to talk his way out of this,

he saw a surge of purple Qi rise not far away, accompanied by the faint, wonderful sound of celestial music.

Li Hao's expression remained as usual, but in his heart, he was shaken to the core!

Good heavens... oh no, wait! Father God was not treating him unfairly.

Just as he was fretting over what to do, an anomaly appeared.

Judging by the momentum, the quality of this item was bound to be quite good.

With this delivered right to his mouth, how could there be any reason not to eat it?

Thinking of this, without the slightest hesitation, he sprinted toward the direction where the purple Qi was rising, running for all he was worth.

Seeing her younger brother break into a wild dash, Houtu likewise followed closely behind.

That purple light and celestial music were things she heard as well, but she simply didn't care about them.

To her, her younger brother was the most important; everything else was secondary and completely immaterial.

By the time both of them had run far off, Zhu Rong finally snapped out of his shock and, not daring to delay in the slightest, took off running in pursuit.

At the same time, deep in his heart, he was still filled with shock—what his younger brother had said earlier about having a premonition had actually turned out to be true.

Later on, he definitely had to report this to First Brother.

Thirteenth Brother was actually so favored by Father God.

With Thirteenth Brother around, how could the Witch Tribe ever worry about not flourishing?

As the saying goes, chasing a horse while gazing at a mountain—Li Hao's so-called lamentations as he ran,

the ancients... no, future people didn't deceive me! That phrase was truly correct.

The direction of that purple light was indeed not far away, but Buzhou Mountain was transformed from Pangu's Spine.

Its expanse could not be said to be small; therefore, this "short" distance, when converted, was at least tens of thousands of miles or even more.

Running at full tilt, Li Hao had only covered a distance of about five thousand miles so far.

"Thirteenth Brother! What's the big rush? That treasure isn't going to fly away!"

Hurrying along, Zhu Rong finally caught up, shouting loudly as he ran.

Li Hao shot him a sideways glance and curled his lip.

Could he afford not to rush? The scale of this treasure of mine is so massive.

What if someone else stole it away because we didn't get over there sooner?

Watching Zhu Rong's somewhat unhurried and unserious demeanor,

he had a flash of inspiration and pointed in the direction of the purple Qi.

"Father God gave me a premonition; that object is a treasure Father God left behind for our Witch Tribe."

"Third Brother, you tell me—can I not be in a rush?"

Hearing this, Zhu Rong hurriedly put away his roguish posture and said with a completely serious expression, "A treasure left to our clan by Father God? Is this true?"

Li Hao put on a solemn look, wanting to make himself appear more formal, and nodded with great dignity.

Zhu Rong's expression instantly shifted, his gaze filled with a look of steadfastness and earnestness.

Without another word, his entire body's aura surged violently, and he charged out toward the direction where the purple Qi was rising.

This time, the roles reversed, leaving Li Hao to run desperately in pursuit.

One had to admit that veteran powerhouses were indeed veteran powerhouses.

When it came to something like physical strength, the bigger it was, the better.

In the early stages, it might not have much of an impact, but once a certain period was reached—

well... unless the person you faced was a glass cannon, the kind of glass cannon who couldn't take even a single hit,

otherwise, the further along things got, when strengths were roughly matched, technique became the key to deciding victory or defeat.

What Li Hao was facing at this moment was precisely this kind of situation.

Though his true strength might even be a fraction stronger than Zhu Rong's, he simply didn't know how to wield it.

Zhu Rong had been born many years earlier than him, and his application of his physique could already be called masterful.

Whereas he was merely a child sitting on a mountain of empty strength.

Therefore, he was left with no choice but to run for his life in desperate pursuit behind him.

With the pursuit, he also forgot to calculate the distance.

A distance of tens of thousands of miles was reached in a split second.

The three of them had already arrived at that place brimming with purple Qi and lingering celestial music.

This place could be considered a valley.

However, this location was a strategic pass at a high elevation of a mountain range of Buzhou Mountain, so calling it a mountain hollow was perhaps more fitting.

Here, the scenery was picturesque and the environment pleasant.

All around, wisps of hazy mists drifted.

It truly cut the picture of a fairyland.

Deep within the mountain hollow, bursts of rosy clouds undulated and notes of celestial music chimed.

Yet, despite hurrying as fast as they could, they still seemed to have arrived a step too late.

Already, three Daoists—an old one, a middle-aged one, and a youth—were standing outside the mountain hollow.

It seemed they were just planning to step inside and check things out.

Li Hao exchanged a meaningful glance with Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong understood, and immediately let out a thunderous roar: "Halt! What manner of folk are you? How dare you come here? Could you be plotting against the treasures of our clan?"

One had to know that Zhu Rong had a fiery temper and a voice that was naturally huge; this explosive shout was delivered with intentionally raised volume.

Li Hao and Houtu instantly felt their ears buzzing relentlessly.

The three Daoists were startled into a severe shudder directly by this sound, which rang out like a bronze bell exploding.

The oldest Daoist had originally been gently twirling his white beard with one hand; when this shout went off, it scared him into plucking out half a handful of his own beard.

The three of them steadied their stances, turned their heads in unison, and looked toward the three of Li Hao.

Their expressions were indescribably strange.

Heaven-sent treasures belonged to those capable of claiming them; originally, there was nothing wrong with that.