Don't let Yu Ding take on any more disciples.

Chapter 382 Ouch, Uncle-Master, what are you doing?
Upon hearing the voice, the majestic goddess immediately turned her gaze down.

Yu Ding calmly met Houtu's gaze and said, "Your Majesty, please don't misunderstand. I am only worried about these two children, and I have no other intentions."

Houtu smiled and said, "It might be difficult for one person to bear, but it's definitely not a problem if it's divided between two people."

Yu Ding sighed inwardly. Although he didn't know why Hou Tu was so certain, he had nothing more to say at the moment.

They could only watch helplessly as these twelve drops of essence blood went off to choose their own masters.

This is the essence blood of the Ancestral Witches... Yu Ding was a little envious. He thought that there was no more after the death of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Unexpectedly, Houtu had another one. This was a rare and precious item that was becoming increasingly rare!
The twelve drops of ancient blood, each with its own unique characteristics, moved in an orderly fashion toward the two boys.

The first drop of ancient, vibrant green blood that entered Xiaobai's body was a drop of life-giving blood. As soon as it entered, it released a burst of vitality to nourish Xiaobai's body, like rain after a long drought, and Xiaobai's body turned green.

Yu Ding nodded slightly. He could feel that Xiao Bai's originally depleted life force and body were now rapidly recovering.

That way, he wouldn't have to try to get Cihang Zhenren's Yangzhi Ganlu.

However, Yu Ding discovered an interesting scene: after the fiery red blood rushed towards Chi Tianzheng, a drop of black blood with the unusual phenomenon of flowing rivers broke through Hou Tu's distribution and guidance and flew into Xiao Bai's body.

"That's quite unique..." Yu Ding couldn't help but smile.

Soon, Houtu divided the twelve portions of ancient blood equally between Xiaobai and Chitianzheng.

Chi Tian let out a low roar, sat down cross-legged in Hou Tu's palm, and began to refine the power of the six drops of ancestral blood within his body.

Yu Ding smiled with satisfaction: "Congratulations, Brother Changqin, the Wu Clan has produced two ancient great shamans."

Although he had no chance with the essence of the Ancestral Witch, it could be a blessing for his two disciples, and he was genuinely happy for them.

The ancient great shaman was a master of the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, a height that even the Jade Cauldron himself had not reached.

While Yu Ding was happy, he was also somewhat envious.

The Wu tribe cultivates the body but not the mind, so there aren't many obstacles or bottlenecks along the way, unlike the immortals who need to sever their three corpses to attain the Great Luo Dao Fruit.

Crown Prince Changqin beamed and said, "Then I also congratulate Brother Yuding on having such two good disciples!"

The two looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Are these two children disciples of Yu Ding?"

Houtu was somewhat surprised. Even though she was a saint who was all-knowing and all-powerful, she really hadn't noticed any causal connection between the jade cauldron and the two children.

Upon hearing this, she pondered for a moment and then took a deep look in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

Crown Prince Changqin respectfully replied, "Indeed! I remember it was a beautiful, sunny day, and I was doing what I always did..."

Houtu's expression darkened slightly: "Get to the more important points!"

Prince Changqin quickly replied, "Yes, that day I met Brother Yuding by chance and we became close friends. So I entrusted the little white thing I had saved to him, and later I had Azheng become his disciple."

Your Majesty, the achievements these two children have made today are largely due to the role of Brother Yu Ding in ensuring the continuation of our clan's future; he can even be considered our clan's benefactor..."

Stop talking and show some real results. If you can't do it, kowtow to me... Yu Ding said modestly, "I wouldn't dare. It's mainly because the two children are so promising. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to train them."

Houtu looked at Yu Ding in surprise: "So... Yu Ding, you really did not fail to keep your promise to me."

A promise? What promise... Yu Ding smiled and nodded slightly, feeling somewhat bewildered.

No, what exactly is going on? According to Houtu, this Jade Cauldron Immortal seems to have had some interaction with the Witch Clan in the past.

However, when he first met Crown Prince Changqin, Crown Prince Changqin clearly did not recognize him.

Connect Houtu's words with the scene at this moment...

Yu Ding's heart stirred. So, did Yu Ding himself promise the Wu Clan that he would lend a helping hand to them or take Wu Clan members as his disciples?

His heart sank at this thought; the former would have been better.

If it is the latter... one should know that he is not the original Jade Cauldron, but in the end he unintentionally did what the original Jade Cauldron promised.

This is not funny at all.

Houtu glanced at Kunlun Mountain and smiled, "Although you have repaid my debt this time, Changqin has been hinting at it for so long. Tell me, what do you want?"

"Good brother, I'll kowtow to you later..." Yu Ding pondered and said, "I dare not hide anything from Your Majesty. This humble Taoist has cultivated a method for achieving sainthood through physical body cultivation. If I could obtain the true blood of the Ancestral Witch to assist me..."

Houtu shook her head and said, "We twelve did keep some, but unfortunately, that was the last one."

"That's... such a pity." Yu Ding was greatly disappointed.

If he obtains the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch, he only needs to refine the power of the true blood, and the eighth level of perfection will be within reach.

Otherwise, it would take him decades or even centuries.

Houtu sighed, "If we had known what would happen later, we would have kept more of the Wu tribe, and they wouldn't have fallen to this state today."

Yu Ding nodded slightly. Indeed, when the Twelve Ancestral Witches were alive, who would have thought that they would perish together with Di Jun and Tai?
If I had known earlier, I would have kept a lot of inventory.

Houtu changed the subject, her gaze falling on the jade cauldron: "Didn't you personally go to Buzhou Mountain in ancient times to obtain a portion of the Ancestral Witch's true blood?"
If there is anyone in the world besides myself who possesses the true blood of the Ancestral Witch, without a doubt it is you. What's going on today...?

"Ok?"

Prince Changqin looked at Yu Ding and then at Houtu in bewilderment. As the son of the ancestral witch Zhurong, his status in the witch clan must be quite high.

But how come he knew nothing about this?
"I have it?" Yu Ding was stunned for a moment, then chuckled dryly, "Unfortunately, I've already used it up."

Anyway, he searched the entire Jinxia Cave but never saw that thing.

Houtu stared at him and said, "You do not possess the aura of our true blood."

As she spoke, her gaze towards the jade cauldron gradually deepened.

There was nothing particularly uncomfortable about that gaze, but it inexplicably gave Yu Ding the same feeling he had when he first met his master.

So Yu Ding quickly changed his tune, saying, "Then it's probably... I misremembered. I'll look for it again when I get back, hehe, I'll look for it again."

Crown Prince Changqin stared at Yu Ding in astonishment, somewhat puzzled as to why his usually calm and composed brother Yu Ding was speaking incoherently at this moment.

This doesn't seem like the style of that Brother Yu Ding!
Soon, a look of surprise appeared in Houtu's eyes, and she said meaningfully, "It's not 'approximately,' you must have remembered it wrong."

Yu Ding calmly cupped his hands and smiled, "Yes, yes, I must have remembered wrong. Well then, Lady Houtu, Brother Changqin, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now. See you again when you have time."

Houtu nodded slightly, and an opening appeared in this vast and mysterious world.

The jade cauldron transformed into a golden light and vanished into the distance.

Crown Prince Changqin watched the departing golden light and shook his head, saying, "This is the first time I've seen Brother Yuding so flustered."

Houtu remained silent, only looking at Xiaobai and Chitianzheng on the giant palm.

Crown Prince Changqin hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Your Majesty, has this Jade Cauldron Immortal... ever been to Buzhou Mountain before?"

It should be noted that in the earliest days, the twelve ancestral witches were very close friends, like brothers, and their tribes all lived together on Mount Buzhou.

Later, due to the machinations of the demon race, the conflict between the ancestral witch Gonggong and his father reached an irreconcilable point, leading to their division into the twelve ancestral tribes, thus dispersing their power. It should be understood that this division and dispersal involved not only power but also the hearts and minds of the people.

Later, Gonggong was defeated in a great battle with his father. In his anger, he crashed into Mount Buzhou, causing his own death and making it difficult for the Wu tribe's Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation to fight against the demon race's Zhou Tian Xing Dou Formation...

Ahem, I digress. What he meant was that if Yu Ding Zhenren had been to Buzhou, it meant that Yu Ding had gone there before the Wu Clan split up.

That's quite a long time span.

Houtu's eyes showed a look of reminiscence: "I did come here."

Crown Prince Changqin frowned and said, "How come I haven't heard any news at all?"

Houtu laughed and said, "That happened a long, long time ago. Besides, he was just an insignificant wandering immortal back then. How could he have been noticed by your father and those uncles? And why would they have told you?"

Crown Prince Changqin asked in surprise, "So, he wasn't even born then..."

Houtu nodded slightly: "At that time, he had not yet become a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun."

Crown Prince Changqin could not hide the shock on his face: "What?"

Without having become a disciple of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, how dare he personally go to Mount Buzhou and face the Twelve Ancestral Witches to obtain their essence blood?

Houtu smiled slightly: "Your uncles and elders had similar expressions back then to yours now."

Crown Prince Changqin shook his head and smiled in admiration, "This guy... what happened next?"

Houtu recalled: "Even though he was neither humble nor arrogant in front of us, he only said that prosperity must eventually decline. He wanted to ask for a share of our blood to form a good relationship. In exchange, he would protect our clan after its decline."

Prince Changqin shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Back then, my clan was at the height of its power when I said those words... It's a miracle that the jade cauldron wasn't torn apart by my uncles."

Houtu laughed and said, "Someone wanted to tear him apart, but I had a feeling that he would be extraordinary in the future, so I spoke up to save his life and secretly asked your uncle for a portion of his true blood to form this good deed."

Prince Changqin sighed, "So this is where the origin lies."

Houtu nodded gently: "When I sent him to Buzhou, he told me that everything is preordained by Heaven and that we should not force things. Later, it really came true. The Wu and Yao tribes were both severely damaged and declined after reaching their peak."

The next time I heard his name was after he had passed the trials of Kunlun Mountain and become a disciple of Yuanshi…”

In the end, Houtu seemed to see again the dashing, intelligent, and handsome white-robed sword immortal from back then.

Unfortunately, when we met again today, everything had changed.

She was no longer herself, and Yu Ding no longer remembered these things...

“This guy… he’s really lucky to have become a disciple of the Primordial Sage before he became a saint,” said Prince Changqin.

Houtu looked at her with a complicated expression and said softly, "Actually, that act of kindness was just something I did casually. I never expected to receive such a good result."

This happened too long ago.

So much time passed that even she forgot about that promise.

But she never imagined that Jade Cauldron Immortal, having forgotten everything, would give birth to two such hopes for the Witch Clan.

"Brother Yu Ding is a man of his word!"

Prince Changqin exclaimed in admiration, unaware of the unusual behavior of Houtu beside him.

Houtu looked at Xiaobai and Chitianzheng and said, "These two children will follow me in their cultivation from now on. I will guide them on their future path."

……

High above, amidst the howling winds, a golden light pierced through the clouds and broke through the sky.

"How did we end up running into this person..."

Yu Ding looked back and stopped when he saw that they had gone far away, looking somewhat smug.

He hated dealing with these saints the most, for no particular reason other than he felt there were no secrets under their noses.

Of course, our beloved master and senior uncle are exceptions...

Furthermore, what concerned him most was Houtu's claim that the Jade Cauldron Immortal possessed the true blood of the Ancestral Witches.

It must be said that the Jade Cauldron itself has excellent taste, possessing such a rare and unique item.

But the only key now is... where did Jade Cauldron Immortal put this thing? If he can find it, the day he achieves the eighth level of enlightenment will not be far off.

However, the matter of Ah Zheng and Xiao Bai causing havoc among the remnants of the Demon Court is now considered settled.

He's been running around these days and hasn't had a chance to calm down and cultivate. Once things at Nuwa Palace are settled, he'll be able to relax for a while.

hum!
But at that moment, a clear light suddenly appeared in the void before him, transforming into a portal.

"Who?" Yu Ding was taken aback. He raised his hand, pinched his sword fingers, and unleashed a white sword aura blazing with killing intent, slashing down towards the portal.

"Humph!"

Inside the portal, a soft hum made Yu Ding dizzy and disoriented, and the sword energy he emitted instantly dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, an immense suction force from inside the portal pulled the jade cauldron in without warning.

Yu Ding felt a blur before his eyes, and when he stepped onto solid ground, he looked closely and saw a familiar scene before him.

Each floor tile exudes a sense of eternity and permanence.
The grand hall, as vast as a world in itself,

And before us stood a high platform shaped like the Eight Trigrams, and a figure swirling with chaotic energy on it…

"Hmph, not bad for comprehension. You've grasped three-tenths of the essence of my Immortal Slaying Sword Qi." A soft snort came.

Could it be that he was angry because he forgot to exclude his martial uncle earlier...? Yu Ding groaned somewhat guiltily, "Ouch, martial uncle, what are you doing?"

Looking up, who else could it be but that martial uncle on the central Bagua platform?

The Tongtian Sect Leader slowly descended from mid-air, staring at the jade cauldron below, and snorted with a stern face: "You haven't been idle these past few years, have you?"

Seeing that his expression was unfriendly, Yu Ding quickly played the victim and said, "I have no time to spare. Uncle, look at me, I have worked hard day and night and finally managed to return to the Golden Immortal realm."

Tongtian's speechless expression softened slightly: "If you hadn't taken in so many disciples, you would have already returned to your former power by now."

Yu Ding nodded and said, "Uncle is right, heaven and earth can bear witness. Actually, I didn't want to take on so many disciples. It was just by chance that they came into my sect. But compared to you, Uncle, they are just a drop in the ocean."

Tongtian sneered, "A coincidence? I think it's more than that. It's obvious that you and your disciple saw that you couldn't beat me in terms of second-generation disciples, so you wanted to put my Biyou Palace ahead in terms of third-generation disciples, right?"

Yu Ding looked up with a surprised and aggrieved expression: "Uncle-Master, how could you think of your nephew like that? I had no such intention. Please understand, Uncle-Master!"

"What nonsense! Even if you didn't mean it that way, your master definitely thought it that way."

Tongtian chuckled: "Otherwise, he wouldn't have concealed the secrets of heaven and hidden this matter time and time again. I know his thoughts better than you do."

Yu Ding: “┐(～)┌”

(End of this chapter)