In Pangu Hall, Bo Huang said, "Ancestor Witch Dijiang, I acted on a whim and told you how to beat up Zhunti. I've caused you trouble."
Dijiang repeatedly shook his head. "Actually, this is pretty good. Leaving aside everything else, as the Demon Race Crown Prince, you dared to come to Pangu Hall and stay with us. That already takes courage."
Sorry, I dared to come because there's a system in my head that can keep me from dying, Bo Huang thought.
Seeing Bo Huang's grave expression, Dijiang laughed heartily. "Alright, don't be so serious. Go see whether they've torn off Zhunti's arm yet."
When they entered, Ru Shou was pinning down his head, Houtu was stepping on his back, and the other Ancestor Witches were each pulling with all their strength. It had to be said, Zhunti was truly sturdy—they still had not torn it off.
Bo Huang reminded them helplessly, "Did none of you think of condensing a sharp blade with your laws and cutting it off? How long will it take to tear it apart like this?"
Upon hearing this, Ru Shou gathered the Law of Metal into a great axe and chopped down. It only broke a little skin and did not cut through. He spat and said, "Big Brother, Zhunti's skin is way too thick."
Zhunti flew into a rage. I'm destined to become a Saint anyway, so I can't die. I'll curse them out—even if I can't beat them, I can still disgust them with a few words. With that thought, Zhunti cursed, "Ru Shou, you useless trash! You don't even have the strength to chop someone, and you call yourself an Ancestor Witch? Go soak in the Blood Pool and recover!"
That single sentence infuriated Ru Shou. He used every ounce of strength he had, gathered the metal element into a massive hammer, and began smashing wildly.
Before long, Zhunti had been beaten until his facial features no longer looked right. How should one put it? Even if Jieyin, who knew him best, were brought here, he would not recognize him as Zhunti.
Dijiang said, "Ru Shou, you good-for-nothing, why are you so slow at chopping off an arm? Move aside, I'll do it." With that, he stepped forward, condensed a spatial blade, and cut off an arm in three strikes. "His skin really is thick. Even I had trouble cutting it off."
Zhunti cursed, "Just you wait, hmph..." Zhunti spewed out a long string of vulgarities, the kind born from a completely shattered mentality.
After a long while, no one responded. Zhunti looked up and saw that they were discussing how to eat his arm...
Dijiang said, "The original plan won't work. If it turns back into a tree branch, how are we supposed to chew through such thick skin?"
Zhu Rong said, "What if I use Southern Bright Lihuo to roast this arm directly? Would it taste good?"
Bo Huang thought for a moment. "How about making soup instead? Do you have any treasures here? An Innate Spiritual Treasure such as a cauldron or furnace?"
Zhu Jiuyin laughed heartily. "If you mean those special things, we don't have any. After all, our Witch Clan has no primordial spirits and doesn't use spiritual treasures. But we've collected quite a few spiritual treasures like pots, bowls, ladles, and stoves, all for cooking."
Bo Huang said, "Then open the medicinal herb storehouse too. I'll take some Bodhi Branch and brew us a good pot of soup to try."
As he spoke, Bo Huang went to the Witch Clan treasury and picked out a High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure cauldron. He had Zhunti's arm thrown into it and said, "Six Harmonies Cold Water and Southern Bright Lihuo, get ready."
Zhu Rong and Gong Gong nodded together. "Don't worry, no problem. It'll definitely work."
Then Bo Huang began searching the Witch Clan treasury for ingredients. "Vermillion Fruit, Purple Bamboo Branch, Heavenly Fortune Branch, Nine-Layered Pagoda, Cold Cicada Wings... What a pity, there's no Golden Cicada."
Houtu had accompanied Bo Huang to select the medicinal ingredients and asked curiously, "Golden Cicada? Is that thing important?"
Bo Huang nodded. "Golden Cicada stewed in soup can take a Quasi-Saint's physical body to the next level."
Houtu nodded and committed it to memory, laying a solid foundation for Tang Sanzang's future misfortune.
Not long afterward, Bo Huang brewed a pot of excellent soup, the kind that cooked every ingredient down completely. Then he and the Twelve Ancestor Witches drank it together.
As a result, Bo Huang's physical body reached the level of an Ancestor Witch first. The Ancestor Witches' Physical Bodies improved somewhat, but not by much. Well, Dijiang merely believed that Bo Huang had greater room for improvement and did not suspect anything.
But that was not actually the case. Bo Huang had secretly been tempering his body with baleful energy in Pangu Hall every day. This medicinal soup was merely the trigger. Besides, this soup was called Heavenly Demon Body Tempering Soup and had originally been tailored for the Demon Race, so the Witch Clan saw little effect from drinking it.
After roughly a hundred days, all the Ancestor Witches had taken turns beating Zhunti once. Bo Huang had explained to them how to fight in order to gain insight, then had the system leave behind a few fragments of an incomplete cultivation technique. After that, he left Pangu Hall.
In the Lingxiao Hall of the Heavenly Court, Di Jun looked at his eldest son before him and said with lingering fear, "You brat stayed in Pangu Hall for a hundred years. Do you know how worried we were?"
Bo Huang said, "Worried? What was there to worry about? In this Witch-Demon War, we're guaranteed to win. Those Ancestor Witches are still busy tormenting Zhunti for fun."
Tai Yi said, "Dealing with Zhunti is indeed a good thing, but have you considered what will happen if the Witch Clan grows stronger and our Demon Race can no longer defeat them?"
Bo Huang laughed heartily. "No need to worry. I've already made arrangements." It turned out that Bo Huang had made the system implant the method of transforming oneself into reincarnation into Houtu's mind. Every time she beat Zhunti, she would remember a few more words. Once Houtu transformed into reincarnation, the Twelve Heavenly Gods Fiend Formation would be useless even against me.
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