Eastern Sea Dragons, Mount Buzhou Witches

The crescent moon hangs silently in the sky, surrounded by a cluster of stars that shimmer in the night.

In the pavilion atop the treetop, Little Moon Spirit leaned on the railing, looking up and down. The fragrance of flowers wafted from the valley below. She asked, "Brother A Chu, do you think a race might one day emerge in that Flower Valley? They seem to be becoming more and more intelligent! This morning when I went to fetch water, a Big Red even communicated with me Divine Sense, greeting me!"

Lying on his side with one leg bent and one hand supporting his head, Wu Chu, gazing at the starry sky, hummed in agreement, "That's possible! I must say, those two fellow Daoists have truly accomplished something remarkable!"

Although this method, unlike the Creation Dao of the Empress Nuwa, which can create a race from nothing, is still very impressive.

"Senior, what do you think those seniors are doing right now? Are they also gazing at the stars like us?" The Little Fox stuck out her little bottom, rested her chin on her hands, and braced her elbows on the railing, gazing at the stars. Her little body curved into a perfect arc, as if a little tail was swaying behind her, making Wu Chu exclaim, "Little devil!"

Wu Chu quickly dismissed the idea, shaking his head and saying, "Well, maybe!"

Meanwhile, on an island countless miles away, Zhen Yuanzi was grilling fish over a campfire. Hong Yun lay on the beach, one leg bent, one hand propped up on his head, the other holding a wine jug. He took sips now and then, glancing sideways at Zhen Yuanzi with a hint of disdain, and said, "Brother, your cooking skills don't look very good!"

Zhen Yuanzi was somewhat speechless. "We don't need this food at all. It's just that you, my dear brother, are craving it but don't want to cook. Now you're complaining that my cooking skills are not good enough. What do you intend to do, brother?"

"Sigh! I just miss Little Moon Spirit's cooking." Hong Yun couldn't help but take a sip of fruit wine. "It seems I'll need to train one or two apprentices to serve me when I get back."

As they were talking, they saw that the eastern sky was gradually covered by dark clouds, a gale was howling, the campfire was flickering, and wave after wave was surging toward the island.

"May I ask who you two are, and what brings you to my Eastern Sea?"

From the dark clouds, a crimson dragon head peered down, its enormous golden eyes staring silently at the two people on the island.

At this moment, the scenery around the island returned to normal, the waves were kept at bay by an invisible force, and the campfire stabilized again.

Even Zhen Yuanzi himself was somewhat disgusted with the grilled fish in his hand, casually tossing it onto the beach. "The Dragon Clan really have quite the airs, they've even burned my grilled fish!"

"..."

The red dragon was somewhat taken aback by Zhen Yuanzi's accusation.

Hong Yun sat up, looking somewhat displeased at the charred fish on the sand. Finally, she tilted her head and looked at the red dragon in the sky, "The entire Eastern Sea belongs to your clan? Can't we even rest here? The Dragon Clan is really domineering these days!"

"..."

The dragon, accustomed to its domineering Dragon Clan, was genuinely taken aback by Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, two unconventional individuals, and was once again stunned.

"Roll!"

With a flick of his wide sleeves, Zhen Yuanzi unleashed an invisible force that surged forward, creating a colossal wave hundreds of thousands of feet high that crashed against the red dragon.

Seeing this, the red dragon couldn't help but sneer, seemingly disdainful that the other party dared to act presumptuously in front of True Dragon, and thus slapped forward with one claw.

When the dragon's claws collided with the giant wave, a crisp cracking sound rang out. The red dragon froze for a moment, then let out a miserable howl, as if its claws had struck an iron plate, breaking the bones in its claws.

"You two fellow Daoists are truly impressive!"

At this moment, another deep shout came from the starry sky, and a black dragon that stretched for thousands of miles swam from the depths of the starry sky. It eventually transformed into a tall and strong middle-aged man with a resolute face, wild black hair, and deep black eyes like black holes. He slapped a claw at the giant wave.

The giant black claw shattered the massive wave, which was tens of millions of feet high, with a single swipe.

The next moment, streaks of Hong Yun, like fire, converged in this direction from the pitch-black night sky. In an instant, the entire sea and sky were bathed in red light.

Just then, waves parted, and an old man stepped out. "Fellow Daoists, please calm your anger. My Dragon Clan has no ill intentions. We merely wish to know where you two come from and what brings you here. If my Dragon Clan can help, we will certainly do so without hesitation!"

Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun also suppressed their anger. They were not stupid, and naturally they would not confront the Dragon Clan head-on on the Dragon Clan's territory. They just wanted to demonstrate their cultivation through this forceful approach so as not to be underestimated by the other party.

Just as Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi were timidly heading to the Dragon Court as guests, far away in the Mount Buzhou Primordial World, the usually serene and elegant Houtu was somewhat unconcerned about her image. She was gently patting her Rolling belly, leaning against a large rock, smacking her lips with lingering satisfaction, and looking at the smug Nuwa with amazement.

Beside it, there was already a pile of bones, the bones of various kinds of animals.

Fuxi looked at the glutton with a somewhat expressionless expression, feeling a pang of sympathy for his younger sister. He had no idea how long she had been her cook for this glutton.

After letting out a satisfied burp, Houtu looked at Nuwa and exclaimed in amazement, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you are truly amazing! You actually thought of using this method to make food. Compared to this, what I ate before was like eating dirt... I am truly ashamed that I have troubled you so much."

Nuwa chuckled and said, "Houtu Daoist Houtu, you are too kind. It is fate that we meet. It is my honor that you enjoy my cooking. The person who taught me cooking once told me that the greatest praise and respect for a person who makes delicious food is to eat all of their food. I am very happy that you enjoy your meal so much!"

Hearing this, Fuxi silently rolled his eyes, then coughed lightly and said, "Sister, it's getting late, we should probably head back."

Nuwa smiled and said, "We're already at our doorstep, there's no need to rush. If you miss home, you can go back first, and I'll talk to Houtu Daoist Houtu a bit more. Houtu Daoist Houtu is from the Witch Clan, isn't she?"

Upon hearing this, Fuxi could only sit down in silence. It was fortunate that Houtu was a beautiful young lady, otherwise Fuxi would not have remained expressionless.

Houtu glanced at Fuxi, then nodded slightly to Nuwa, "I didn't expect your Daoist Temple to be located on Mount Buzhou as well. In that case, we can be considered neighbors. Fellow Daoist, you guessed correctly; I am indeed a member of the Witch Clan."

Nuwa then asked, "Do the Witch Clan not know how to Rosy Cloud and Qi Intake?"

Houtu nodded slightly, "That's not entirely true. It's just that our clan's cultivation doesn't utilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so Rosy Cloud and Qi Intake for cultivation isn't very effective for us. Our descendants still need to absorb energy from the outside world, so hunting these beasts is the first choice."

Nuwa suddenly realized, and Houtu then said, "Fellow Daoist, please forgive me, but I have a request. May I ask if you could teach me your method of making this delicious food? I can exchange it for something else."

Nuwa shook her head and said, "This is the Cooking Dao, not something I created, nor am I qualified to pass it on. If you are interested in this way, you can go find my friend..."