Mount Buzhou Qilin, Twelve Ancestral Witches

Just as Wu Chu had guessed, at this moment, at the foot of Mount Buzhou, thousands of miles away, in a valley, Witch Tribe where Houtu lived.

Dozens of tall, strong Witch Clan Warrior danced an unknown primitive dance around a huge bonfire, emitting strange roars. Meanwhile, the Witch Clan women were tending to thick pieces of roasted meat on a nearby barbecue grill.

Behind them, a cluster of wooden buildings was built against the mountain. The buildings were rugged and tall, but their appearance was very similar to the grand Main Hall built by Wu Chu.

It is clear that Houtu brought food and architectural culture to the Witch Clan, so that the Witch Clan no longer needed to eat raw meat and drink blood, live in the open, or hide in caves.

That night, as golden light descended upon the summit of the Purple Jade Mountain Divine Tree, a beam of golden light also shone into this unnamed valley, attracting the attention of many powerful figures.

Of course, these powerful figures were actually those on Qilin Cliff of Buzhou Mountain, and their focus was on the valley at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, not Ziyu Mountain.

Houtu was bathed in golden light, her expression seemingly calm, but involuntarily she thought of the man who called her 'sister' and taught her all of this.

She clearly hadn't expected that introducing these things to the Witch Clan would actually earn her the Merit of Heavenly Dao. A strange light flashed in Houtu's calm gaze.

Meanwhile, her people around her had already knelt down and were uttering words of congratulations and worship.

Houtu nodded slightly, raised her hand to them, signaling them to get up, and then looked towards the direction of Mount Buzhou.

Before long, two figures appeared, riding the wind and stepping on the moon.

These two figures are Qilin Clan from the Qilin Royal Clan. If Wu Chu were here, he would probably be surprised to learn that one of them looks very much like Qingqiu Seventeen.

Qingqiu Seventeen is Qingqiu Chen, ranked Seventeen, and this person must also be a celestial fox from the Qingqiu Fox Clan, known for its wisdom.

The two men bowed to Houtu and walked towards him. One of them looked around, while the other, a tall and strong middle-aged man, said, "This humble Daoist is Di Shu, from Qilin Cliffs. I never expected to find such a powerful being as you in this Mount Buzhou region. My apologies for my lack of respect!"

Houtu silently watched the two people descend from the clouds and walk towards their tribe. She returned their greeting with a handshake and said, "Fellow Daoist, you flatter Houtu. I am Houtu, the chief of this tribe. May I ask what brings you two fellow Daoists to our tribe so late at night?"

Houtu spoke, she looked at the Daoist who resembled the Qingqiu Seventeen. She could smell the scent of Qingqiu Fox on him, which reminded her of the Little Fox from Purple Jade Mountain.

The Qingqiu Fox bowed slightly and smiled, saying, "This humble Daoist is Qingqiu Yin."

Qilin Clan Di Shu smiled and said, "Our clan has established the Qilin Royal Court on Qilin Cliffs, inviting all living beings in the world to jointly build our Beast Clan..."

"Our race is not Beast Clan." Houtu's expression was calm, but the expressions of the Witch Clan Warrior behind her were not so pleasant.

Their Witch Clan Warrior feed on birds and beasts, and this Qilin Clan actually wants them to join the Qilin Clan and even co-found Beast Clan. To them, this is simply an insult.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the Qilin Clan Di Shu's face, and his brows furrowed slightly.

After observing the surroundings, Qingqiu Yin smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "We are unaware of which clan Houtu Daoist Houtu belongs to, please forgive us! However, since we all reside in this Mount Buzhou region, we should help each other. The Qilin Clan built the Royal Court, inviting all living beings from across the world to participate, with the aim of fostering mutual assistance and friendship among us..."

"Our clan has few members and no intention of joining any side. Fellow Daoists, please return!" Houtu gestured for them to leave.

Indeed, the Houtu Tribe nowadays only has a few hundred people, which is hardly a large tribe, and it can't compare to the Qilin Royal Court.

But this refusal made Qilin Clan Di Shu's expression turn somewhat unpleasant.

Other races didn't join them because of the distance, which was understandable, but this small tribe was right under their noses, and now they dared to refuse them.

"I urge you to reconsider, fellow Daoist. If you refuse our Royal Court, this territory will not be allowed to remain for long." Qilin Clan Di Shu narrowed its old eyes, revealing a dangerous aura.

Upon Houtu, Houtu frowned slightly.

Qingqiu Fox also said, "Please forgive us, Houtu Daoist Houtu, we..."

"What? You want to fight us if our tribe refuses to move?"

At this moment, a burly figure stepped into the moonlight, his voice bold and powerful. Behind him were ten other figures of different shapes and powerful auras.

Looking at these powerful figures of various shapes and sizes, Qilin Clan Di Shu and Qingqiu Yin broke out in a cold sweat. They never expected that there would be so many such powerful beings in this small tribe.

These people may not be as powerful as their king, but there are still twelve of them. If a war were to break out with them, the Qilin Clan would certainly suffer heavy losses.

Houtu cupped her hands in greeting and smiled, saying, "Houtu greets all my elder brothers and younger sisters."

"Sister summoned us here, is it for the sake of the Qilin Royal Clan?"

At this moment, among the eleven people, there was a girl with a gentle appearance, a slender figure, and wearing a blue dress. She skipped and hopped over to Houtu's side, took Houtu's arm, and asked.

Houtu shook her head slightly and said to the Qilin Clan and the fox, "Please return! Our clan has no intention of joining any side. Our cultivation is shallow, and we need to cultivate in seclusion. This will not affect the Qilin Royal Clan. Please tell the Qilin Clan King to do us a favor."

Although Houtu spoke humbly, her tone was neither arrogant nor humble. On the contrary, some of the eleven warmongers were already eager to try their luck.

The two men didn't dare to make any threats; they came with a sense of superiority, but left in a sorry state.

Once they left, the burly man at the head of the group said with a hint of disdain, "Why were you so polite to them, sister? The Qilin Royal Clan —that's a nice way of putting it. To put it bluntly, they're nothing more than beasts. How can they be compared to us, the children of our Father God?"

Houtu shook her head, recalling some of the words that man had spoken. For a hundred years, they had talked about everything, including the matter of the Three Clans establishing Royal Court.

"Elder brother underestimates these Three Clans. Three Clans current status as leading races on the Primordial Land speaks volumes about their strength. The Qilin Royal Clan already boasts many powerful figures, and now even more have joined them. Our clan should not antagonize them."

"Ah! Enough of that, I smell something delicious..."

A red-haired youth sniffed, then walked over to the women roasting meat. "Houtu Tu, how did you discover this method of food preparation? It's truly ingenious! Even I, a natural-born fire manipulator, couldn't have figured it out..."

Houtu smiled upon hearing this, "The reason I've summoned all my elder brothers and younger sisters here today is for this very matter. This method was learned by my younger sister from a fellow Daoist..."