"Enthusiastic" Ancestral Witches

While Chen Yu was still in a daze, the temperature around him suddenly plummeted, and a bone-piercing chill swept over him without warning.

This chill was no ordinary cold. It burrowed through his skin and gnawed at his bones, seeping through his pores into every limb and bone. Even though Chen Yu was already a Red Dust Immortal, goosebumps instantly rose across his skin, and even his blood seemed to slow.

An exquisitely beautiful woman with an icy aura appeared before Chen Yu. She wore a long dress of dark-blue ice silk, her skin was fair and lustrous, her hair black as ink, and an unapproachable chill surrounded her.

Chen Yu's body suddenly tensed. If nothing unexpected happened, this icy beauty should be Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch.

Great God Pangu, Great God Pangu, just what did you tell them? Why has every one of these Ancestral Witches set their sights on me? Chen Yu grumbled inwardly.

"Sister Xuanming..." Houtu had just begun to speak when Xuanming raised a hand to stop her.

Though Chen Yu was nervous, he did not panic. Zhurong had just said that he was someone Pangu valued. Even if Xuanming had a hundred times the courage, she would not dare kill or harm him.

Xuanming reached out and patted Chen Yu on the shoulder. "Kid, that little body of yours needs more training. From now on, I'll be the one training you. Any objections?"

Her voice was cold and sharp, devoid of even a trace of warmth. With every word she spoke, another layer of pale frost mist formed in the air.

"Hehe, I wouldn't dare trouble an Ancestral Witch. I can cultivate on my own."

Chen Yu gave a dry laugh. Having an Ancestral Witch at the Daluo Golden Immortal level as a sparring partner