Primordial Era: From the Creation Lotus to the First Disciple of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 129 Human-Witch Communication

The human warriors were naturally unwilling to give up their hard-earned gains, and were further enraged by the other party's arrogant attitude, immediately drawing their swords.

A chaotic battle erupted instantly over the ownership of the prey. The warriors of the witch clan possessed unparalleled physical strength and savage, terrifying power; their every move was accompanied by a sweeping aura of malevolence, capable of tearing apart magical spells and supernatural abilities.

Human warriors, on the other hand, possess a unified and concentrated qi and blood, with exquisite and varied skills, and seamless teamwork in battle formations, bringing their martial will and qi and blood power to the extreme.

For a time, the blood and qi clashed on the plain, and the muffled sounds of fists hitting flesh, roars, and the cracking of bones were heard incessantly. The fight was so intense that it was difficult to determine a winner, and the scene was extremely heated.

A hunting captain at the peak of the Human Martial Immortal realm exchanged a punch with a powerful shaman equivalent to a Celestial Immortal.

With a deafening roar, a shockwave rippled through the air, forcing both men back several steps, the ground cracking beneath their feet. The burly sorcerer shook his numb arm, grinned widely, and roared in his sorcerer language, "Good heavens! Skinny as a skinny, but surprisingly strong!"

Although he knew the other person couldn't understand, the surprise and subtle admiration in his tone were quite obvious.

He never expected that this human, who looked far less robust than the witch clan, could unleash such concentrated and powerful energy.

The human captain was also secretly shocked. He had gathered all his blood and energy into that punch, confident that it would be enough to collapse a small mountain, but his opponent had taken it with just his physical body. The force of the recoil made his blood and energy churn slightly.

"These witch clansmen truly live up to their reputation; their bodies are practically made for battle!"

They became friends after a fight.

After a chaotic brawl, both sides were left with bruises and aches, but neither side tacitly agreed to kill the other.

Finally, the leader, a great shaman whose cultivation was equivalent to that of a true immortal (called a lesser shaman in the shaman clan), stepped forward, roared a few words in a booming voice, and waved his hand.

Although the Wu tribe warriors were still somewhat reluctant, they reluctantly took a few steps back, but still pointed at the most magnificent one-horned rhinoceros in the herd, and pounded their chests hard, making it clear that the biggest one belonged to them!

On the human side, the leader of the clan, a Martial Domain Realm lineage master, pondered for a moment, weighed the pros and cons, and did not want to escalate this conflict into a major war between the two races, so he signaled his clansmen to give up the largest spirit rhinoceros.

Upon seeing this, the witch warriors erupted in thunderous cheers, rushed forward with great joy, and together lifted the giant beast, roaring a few times towards the human race.

As if expressing gratitude, or perhaps showing off their strength, they carried their spoils and strode away, the ground trembling slightly under their footsteps.

This incident, however, led to a strange mutual appreciation between the two sides, based on a recognition of each other's strength.

The Wu tribe naturally worships the strong, and the strength, resilience, and "reasonable" (willing to compromise) attitude displayed by the human warriors unexpectedly won the respect of these straightforward barbarians.

The human race also discovered that although these witches seemed barbaric and uncivilized, they were mostly straightforward and did not have many schemes and tricks. Moreover, they also made a living by hunting powerful monsters, and their diets even overlapped a lot. They regarded the monsters as prey and enemies.

More importantly, some Wu tribes that had exchanged goods with humans (mainly humans exchanging increasingly sophisticated stone tools, bone tools, and even a small amount of coarse pottery for the Wu tribe's high-quality animal meat, rare furs, and special minerals) were surprised to find that these humans had exceptionally vigorous and abundant blood and energy, and pure essence. For the Wu tribe, who also placed great emphasis on cultivating blood and energy and even regarded blood and energy as the foundation of power, this was almost an innate and irresistible "favorability booster".

They began to find these humans quite "pleasing to the eye," much more endearing than those demons who were full of wickedness, cunning, and constantly thinking about absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.

As a result, in some border areas that were not the core areas of the Wu tribe, the relationship between the human and Wu tribes began to ease unexpectedly, and even small-scale, stumbling exchanges relying on gestures and physical demonstrations emerged.

The witches would gruffly teach humans how to identify the fatal weaknesses of certain powerful monsters and how to use the environment to avoid natural disasters.

The humans would patiently demonstrate how to make leather more effectively, making it softer and more durable, and how to use spices to remove the gamey smell of animal meat.

Although communication was difficult and often led to humorous situations, the overall atmosphere was more rugged and harmonious than when interacting with the demon race.

These incidents along the border, whether bloody conflicts or awkward exchanges, were reported up the chain of command through their respective channels, eventually reaching the ears of the high-ranking officials on both sides.

The news quickly reached the Pangu Temple on Mount Buzhou from the perspective of the Wu tribe.

Most of the ancestral witches didn't care much about this, and even scoffed at it.

In their view, as long as the human race does not infringe upon the core interests of the witch race (such as the ancestral land of Buzhou Mountain, important mineral veins, and sacrificial sites) and does not actively provoke the dignity of the witch race, minor frictions and barter transactions are insignificant.

Even warmongers like Zhurong and Gonggong thought it was a good thing to have such a powerful, resilient neighbor who could also cause trouble for the demon race to some extent.

Only Houtu, the most gentle and compassionate ancestral witch who wielded the power of the earth, fell into deep thought after hearing about the many things that happened to the human race.

"Without cultivating the primordial spirit, without borrowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, focusing solely on excavating the divine treasures within one's own physical body, and tempering one's qi, blood, and will—how could one possibly give birth to a powerhouse comparable to a Taiyi Immortal? And how could one independently rub wood to make fire, weave cloth to make clothes, build nests and houses, and even establish human ethics, classify surnames, and manage billions of people?"

Houtu's beautiful eyes sparkled with surprise and inquiry. "This seems to be—a completely different, powerful path. The speed of its tribal development and the peculiarity of its established order are extraordinary. Perhaps—it's worth seeing for yourself."

An idea sprouted in her mind: she would personally go to the ancestral land of the human race, the coast of the East Sea, to explore and observe this peculiar race up close, and to experience their civilization and power.

However, the Wu Clan was preparing for an extremely important ancestral worship ceremony and discussing how to deal with the possible covert retaliation and pressure from the Demon Clan within the Heavenly Court's sphere of influence. The matters were complicated and urgent.

As one of the twelve Ancestral Witches, she could not leave immediately and had to put the idea aside for the time being, planning to go after finishing this matter.

On the other side, on the shores of the East China Sea, in the ancestral land of the human race.

Through feedback from martial artists scattered throughout the land and her own vast divine sense that could cover the entire East China Sea coast, Qinglian was fully aware of every detail of every contact, conflict, easing of tensions, and exchange with the human, demon, and witch races along the border.

He did not interfere much in the skirmishes and battles with the demon race. He would only secretly intervene when a team was on the verge of total annihilation, making slight moves to either save them from a desperate situation or to bring other nearby teams to their aid unexpectedly.

He knew that bloodshed and sacrifice were the necessary price to pay for growth. Only by experiencing true life-and-death battles could martial arts break through bottlenecks and humanity shed its immaturity.

As for the unexpected easing of relations with the Witch Clan, he also chose to observe the situation calmly, neither interfering nor even welcoming it.

He knew the nature of the witch clan well. Although this race was domineering and warlike, it was also relatively pure, worshipping strength and clearly distinguishing between gratitude and resentment.

If handled properly, it may become a potential barrier or aid to the early development of the human race, or at least greatly distract the demon race from its attention and pressure.

In this chaotic world, humanity needs friends, even if they are only temporary friends based on interests or with a common enemy.

In this complex and unpredictable situation, one must learn how to navigate, survive, and utilize contradictions to find one's own path to development.

Excessive protection and intervention will only cultivate hothouse flowers that can never stand on their own and cannot withstand the baptism of a real catastrophe.

He remained seated in his cave, auspicious clouds rising and falling above his head, and the tenth-grade Creation Lotus slowly rotating, scattering endless clear light, as he continued to deduce the extremely difficult path of martial arts ahead.

On one hand, like a chess player with the greatest patience and foresight, his mind was connected with the Creation Whip, sensing the ever-growing and powerful human destiny, silently examining the chessboard of the entire prehistoric world, and planning the next move or even ten moves ahead for the human race.

He knew that the real storm was still brewing in the distant sky.

What he needs to do now is to ensure that, before this final storm sweeps across the world, the seemingly fragile yet infinitely resilient and promising seedling of humanity takes root as deep as possible, grows lusher and stronger.