Wu Chu Was Finally Knocked Out and Carried Home
Seeing this unexpected bestowal of Merit, not only Qingqiu Li, but even the Twelve Ancestral Witches were somewhat stunned. Under normal circumstances, the Witch Clan would not care much about Merit. They always considered themselves the true descendants of Pangu Orthodox Lineage and despised almost everything, believing that only power was everything, and that Merit was completely dispensable.
However, the fact that worshipping their Father God would earn them Heavenly Dao approval and bestow Merit is something they are truly proud of.
This actually makes them feel much better than if they were to gain Merit.
So, after the sacrificial ceremony ended, the Twelve Ancestral Witches surrounded Wu Chu.
Looking at the group of muscular men surrounding him, Wu Chu suddenly felt a pitiful sense of weakness and helplessness.
Fortunately, these muscular men weren't trying to bully him; they were actually thanking him.
"Brother A Chu, tell me, how can we thank you?"
The one who spoke was Zhurong, the straightforward Fire-Passing Youth. They already knew from Houtu that the cause of this matter was something that Wu Chu had come up with for Houtu.
Wu Chu, who had received the Merit reward, was secretly delighted! Although most of the Merit that had come his way was taken by Yibao.
After all, Yibao was responsible for the entire process, and even the eulogy was pieced together by Yibao. Wu Chu really didn't help much.
However, as a 'middleman,' Wu Chu did make a little 'profit'. Although it wasn't much, he could at least make three or four divine chains from low-grade Merit Spiritual Treasure.
As for the Merit that Yibao obtains, it's estimated that he could potentially create three or four divine chains from a high-grade Merit Spiritual Treasure.
Based on the principle of 'what belongs to Yibao is mine,' Wu Chu waved to them happily, saying, 'You're too kind to say such things to me. All that the Great God Pangu did for the beings of the Primordial World is entirely worth doing these things for him.'
But the Ancestral Witch who claimed to be descendants of Pangu thought completely differently.
Dijiang patted Wu Chu on the shoulder and nodded, saying, "We'll remember this favor."
The other Ancestral Witch glanced at him, seemingly thinking that their eldest brother was being a bit stingy today. Was a simple "I've got it" enough?
However, Wu Chu didn't think anything of it. After all, these Ancestral Witch weren't petty people. If they said they 'remembered,' then they definitely meant it.
Perhaps it's because he didn't have a suitable gift to give as a token of his gratitude at the moment!
Anyway, they're not ungrateful; that's enough.
In fact, even if he had nothing, he would still be willing to do this; his only goal was to accumulate some Merit, and now that goal has been achieved.
Although this Merit still surprised him somewhat, Wu Chu had no idea that something even more unexpected was waiting for him!
Houtu returned to the altar and instructed the shamans to guard the place and prevent the tribe's children from causing trouble. At the same time, she directed some shamans to tidy up the place.
The other Ancestral Witch went to the side, huddled together and whispered among themselves, occasionally glancing at Wu Chu with strange smiles on their lips.
At this moment, Qingqiu Li arrived beside Wu Chu and secretly transmitted her voice, "Do you know that doing this will bring you Merit?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Chu paused, then shook his head slightly before nodding. "Actually, it's not that I think there will be a windfall of Merit, but rather it's the result of Yibao's deduction. However, it's only a certain probability, not absolute. We're just trying it out."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner? You made me lose this opportunity for nothing." Qingqiu Li rolled her eyes at him as she spoke, then said pitifully, "As expected, I'm an outsider!"
"Sister, when you say that, you should add a touch of sorrow and make your eyes a little more watery, then I'll definitely believe you." Wu Chu winked at her and chuckled softly.
"You little ingrate, your sister did all this for you..."
"Yes, thank you for your care, sister!"
Qingqiu Li, whose intentions had been thoroughly understood by Wu Chu, could only roll her eyes at him.
That night, the shamans of the Houtu Tribe sang and danced around the bonfire. They were in high spirits because of the Merit upon them by heaven during the day's sacrifice to the Father God Pangu.
At this time, some adults who did not go dancing ate meat and drank wine while telling the children in the tribe the immortal legend of Father God Pangu, creating heaven and earth.
Then tell the children that they have the blood of their Father God flowing in their veins, that they are descendants of the Father God, and that they should feel proud and honored to have it.
Sure enough, the children were thrilled by the legends and stories, proudly raising their little heads as if they were the ones doing those great things.
As night deepened and the campfire died down, everyone went home to rest.
Wu Chu, along with the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Qingqiu Li, returned to Houtu's courtyard.
On the way back, a bedbug the size of a palm flew out from somewhere and was stepped on by Gonggong, causing its foul-smelling juice to spray everywhere.
The Ancestral Witch seemed not to have expected this to happen, and were momentarily stunned. When the foul-smelling liquid smeared on them, they immediately began to curse.
Houtu, Houtu was closest to Gonggong, was in the worst condition. Although only the hem of her skirt was stained with the foul liquid, and she held her breath after smelling the stench, the thought of the stench still made her feel nauseous. So she hurriedly used her magic to remove the foul liquid from her body.
She tried to clean it several times, but the stench still lingered. So she had to run back and use the bath tub she had used that morning before the ritual to take another bath.
Wu Chu, Xuanming, and Qingqiu Li were luckier; they walked at the back and escaped unharmed. However, they did launch a verbal attack on Gonggong.
After returning home, the Ancestral Witch Xuanming whispered something to Qingqiu Li. The two seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation, with soft giggles constantly escaping their lips.
Not long after, an array appeared in the courtyard where Qingqiu Li was, blocking out their laughter.
At the same time, the Fire-Passing Youth Dijiang went to thank Wu Chu for his help to their Witch Clan.
This made Wu Chu feel that they were being far too polite.
"My two elder brothers, there's no need for this. It's nothing serious."
The young Zhurong, Fire-Passing Youth, widened his eyes. "How can you say this isn't a big deal! For our Witch Clan, nothing is more important than this. We pride ourselves on being descendants of our Father God, yet we've never even thought to offer sacrifices to Father God, let alone use this to teach our clan's shamans..."
The more the Fire-Passing Youth, the more he felt he was nothing. Then he asked Wu Chu what kind of reward he wanted, promising to get it for him if he could.
This enthusiasm left Wu Chu somewhat amused and exasperated.
But just as he was thinking of continuing to refuse their enthusiasm, he suddenly felt dizzy, and then he was unable to move his whole body. Even his Primordial Spirit felt drowsy.
Just then, a crack suddenly appeared in the space in front of him, instantly swallowing Wu Chu whole, and his clothes were also stripped off.
On the other side of that spatial rift, Miss Houtu was soaking in a bathtub when Wu Chu suddenly fell into her broad embrace.
At the same time, their lips met, and water splashed everywhere.
Wu Chu's first kiss in this world was lost without him even realizing it.
A voice came from the crack, "Sister Houtu, there's no need for thanks. I saw that you were interested in this boy, but you hadn't knocked him out and carried him back yet. We were anxious to see this, so we've now knocked him out and brought him to you. Please accept him with pleasure..."
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