First Visit to the Witch Clan

In the Primordial World novels Bai Jing had read in his previous life, the Witch Clan had always been portrayed as brainless brutes.

But Kuafu was somewhat different from how the novels described him. At the very least, he was rough but thoughtful.

After hearing Bai Jing's solution to his clansmen's food problem, Kuafu did not immediately become friendlier. Instead, he grew even more wary.

"Why does Fellow Daoist wish to help my Witch Clan?"

"I share a karmic connection with the Witch Clan."

"A karmic connection?"

"That's right. I was transformed from the Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus."

A trace of confusion flashed through Kuafu's eyes, but he quickly recalled the origins of the Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus.

The Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus had been formed from a lotus seed of the Chaos Green Lotus, which had also nurtured Father God. By that logic, the Daoist before him was indeed distantly related to them.

Only then did Kuafu finally lower his guard around Bai Jing, and a smile appeared on his previously tense face. "I am Kuafu, a Great Witch of the Witch Clan. May I ask Fellow Daoist's name?"

"Just call me Bai Jing."

"So it is Fellow Daoist Bai Jing. Thank you for offering advice to my Witch Clan. Would Fellow Daoist have time to visit the Witch Clan?"

Bai Jing considered it and felt that visiting the Witch Clan would be a good idea. He could also get acquainted with Houtu, and when it came time for the second lecture at Zixiao Palace, he could travel there with her instead of struggling to find the way himself.

So Bai Jing readily agreed.

Kuafu was overjoyed. Bringing him back would make it easier to verify whether his words were true or false. If they were true, the Witch Clan could repay him. If they were false, they could settle accounts with him then.

After Bai Jing and Kuafu escorted the Witch Clan members who had gone out hunting back to their tribe, they headed for Mount Buzhou.

The foot of Mount Buzhou was considered the ancestral land of the Witch Clan and was also where Pangu Hall stood. Naturally, the Witch Clan could not all crowd into their ancestral land; they also needed to expand their territory.

Thus, the Witch Clan was divided into twelve tribes according to the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Using Mount Buzhou as their base, the members of these tribes spread throughout the Primordial World.

The Witch Clan Kuafu protected was the tribe that had just taken root on the East Sea Coast.

The Primordial World was simply too vast. Even traveling at full speed, it took Bai Jing and Kuafu over two thousand years to journey from the East Sea Coast to Mount Buzhou.

The Witch Clan had its own means of communication. By the time the two arrived at the Witch Clan's ancestral land, a yellow light flashed, and a woman slowly appeared. Unlike the Witch Clan's typically tall and burly figures, her build was closer to that of an innate Dao body. Her features were gentle, her temperament amiable, and she carried an air of embracing all things that naturally inspired goodwill in those who saw her.

"You must be Fellow Daoist Bai Jing. I am Houtu, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan."

"So you are Fellow Daoist Houtu. I am Bai Jing, and I have long heard of your great name."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Houtu got straight to the point. "Kuafu told me that Fellow Daoist was transformed from the Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus. The lotus seed of the Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus was nurtured by the Chaos Green Lotus, and Father God was likewise nurtured by the Chaos Green Lotus. In that case, Fellow Daoist would be an uncle to us Twelve Ancestral Witches. Is that why you have helped the Witch Clan?"

"Fellow Daoist Houtu overstates it. If I had been transformed from the Twenty-Fourth-Grade Creation Green Lotus, then I would accept your calling me uncle. But I was merely transformed from the Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus, and my origin is incomplete. How would I dare become your uncle?"

"As for helping the Witch Clan, it is both because of this bond and because I owe Great God Pangu some karmic debt."

Houtu looked deeply at Bai Jing upon hearing this, then said, "Thank you for speaking so candidly."

"Little sister, are you done talking? Is this fellow friend or foe? Should we make a move?" As she spoke, another Ancestral Witch in the form of an innate Dao body appeared beside Houtu. Compared to Houtu, this woman's innate Dao body was somewhat more rugged, but judging from her appearance, she was still a peerless beauty.

As everyone knew, there were two women among the Twelve Ancestral Witches: one was Houtu, and the other was Xuanming.

Bai Jing tactfully cupped his hands toward Xuanming. "Fellow Daoist Xuanming, I have long heard of your great name."

Xuanming sized Bai Jing up and down. "You Daoist are rather strange. Your primordial spirit cultivation is only at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, yet your physical body has reached the Great Luo realm. What, do you also wish to imitate our Witch Clan?"

"The innate Dao body is the form of Great God Pangu and is naturally profound. After transforming, I realized that my origin was incomplete and that I could not rashly break through to the Great Luo realm, so I first tempered my physique."

As long as you praised Pangu before the Witch Clan, everyone was friends.

The moment Bai Jing mentioned Great God Pangu, the icy expression on Xuanming's face softened somewhat.

Houtu spoke up at the right moment. "Sister, for now, Fellow Daoist Bai Jing appears to be a friend rather than an enemy."

"Is that so? Then that's good. Big Brother said that if the newcomer is a friend, bring him to Pangu Hall. Big Brother has something to ask him."

A hint of surprise flashed through Bai Jing's eyes. Could he enter Pangu Hall? He was not a member of the Witch Clan.

Houtu seemed to notice Bai Jing's confusion and smiled. "Although Fellow Daoist Bai Jing is not of my Witch Clan, you and Father God can be considered to share the same origin. Naturally, you may enter Pangu Hall."

"Then I shall not stand on ceremony."

Afterward, Bai Jing followed Houtu and Xuanming toward Pangu Hall.

It was said that Pangu Hall had been formed from Great God Pangu's heart. Within it was a blood pool, the most important core land of the Witch Clan, where the Twelve Ancestral Witches had transformed.

But what Bai Jing had not expected was that such an important sacred place had not been hidden away by the Witch Clan. Instead, it stood openly at the center of the Witch Clan's territory.

"Kid, don't tell me you think someone could barge into Pangu Hall right in front of us Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

Xuanming's supremely confident tone left Bai Jing stunned for a moment. This reasoning truly suited the Witch Clan's character.

The Witch Clan was confident that no one could forcibly break into Pangu Hall before the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

For a moment, Bai Jing did not know what to say. He could only remain silent and closely follow Houtu and Xuanming into Pangu Hall.

The moment he entered Pangu Hall, Bai Jing sensed several powerful fluctuations of law suddenly arise within the great hall. Some were scorching, some frigid, some unfathomably profound, and some fierce and explosive. Though different in nature, they were all equally powerful!

At that moment, a rough voice came from within the hall. Then a broad and burly man strode in. "Little sister, is there truly no problem with this person?"

"Big Brother, for now, he appears to be a friend rather than an enemy," Houtu replied.

The burly man nodded and walked over. Behind him stood nine more figures, each with a different form and height, yet all faintly exuding terrifying might. They were the remaining nine Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan.

"I am Bai Jing. Greetings, Ancestral Witches."

"Cut the formalities. That old Hongjun's way is far too hypocritical. Aside from Little Sister and Kuafu, none of us in the Witch Clan like it." Di Jiang, the leading Ancestral Witch, waved his hand and interrupted Bai Jing.

A trace of helplessness flashed across Houtu's face at his words.