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

Chapter 68 Becoming One of the Best, Leaving the Witch Clan

Kuafu patted Qinglian's shoulder warmly (with a force powerful enough to shatter a mountain, yet Qinglian remained unmoved), then looked curiously at Sun Wuzhen and Ao Guang, "Who are these two?"

"This is my eldest disciple, Sun Wuzhen, and my second disciple, Ao Guang," Qinglian introduced. "Disciple, haven't you greeted your Uncle-Master Kuafu yet?"

"Sun Wuzhen (Ao Guang) pays respects to his master, Kuafu!"

The two stepped forward and bowed. Sun Wuzhen felt the immense blood and energy of Kuafu, which was like that of a primordial beast, and his fighting spirit was ignited again, but he remembered his master's instructions and tried his best to restrain himself.

Ao Guang felt a chill run down his spine; the aura of this great shaman was even more terrifying than that of his father, Ao Yuan!

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent potential! Excellent aura!"

Kuafu's eyes were like lightning; he immediately saw the astonishing potential of Sun Wukong's battle body and Ao Guang's extraordinary dragon lineage, and he marveled at it.

"Fellow Daoist, you are truly blessed! You have taken on two excellent disciples! Come, come, come! Quickly follow me into the tribe! The Ancestral Witch Houtu is discussing important matters with several other Ancestral Witches and specially sent me to welcome you!"

Following Kuafu into the Houtu tribe, the scene before us was quite different from the last time we visited.

The tribe was still grand and rugged, but the atmosphere had become much more somber.

Everywhere you look, you can see Wu tribe warriors practicing battle formations, their roars shaking the heavens and their murderous aura soaring to the sky;

The enormous furnaces tirelessly forged armor and weapons.

A faint smell of blood and herbs filled the air, indicating that a battle had recently taken place. A sense of impending doom hung over the entire tribe.

Kuafu settled Qinglian and her disciples into a spacious stone house and explained, "Fellow Daoist, please forgive me. The situation is tense right now. The Ancestral Witches are all gathered in the Pangu Hall pondering some kind of ridiculous formation, including the Ancestral Witch Houtu. I'm afraid she won't be able to personally receive you for the time being. Shall I, Old Kuafu, show you around for a bit?"

Qinglian quickly replied, "Fellow Daoist, you are too kind. I have not come here on any important matter. I am simply traveling with my disciple through the prehistoric world. We have just come down from the Father God's Buzhou Mountain and thought that they could broaden their horizons and experience the martial spirit of the Wu Clan. How could I possibly trouble the Ancestral Witch?"

Upon hearing this, Kuafu's eyes lit up, and he clapped his large, fan-like hand: "Hey! That's easy! Broaden your horizons? Is there anything more enlightening than a real fight?"

I see that Junior Nephew Wuzhen is quite the warrior, and Junior Nephew Ao Guang, being a dragon, must be no weakling either! Let's go, let's go to the training ground! Let the little ones from my tribe spar with these two junior nephews!

This suggestion suited Sun Wu's mind perfectly, and he immediately looked at Qinglian. Qinglian smiled slightly: "In that case, I'll trouble you to make the arrangements, fellow Daoist. Let's stop here."

"Don't worry! I know what I'm doing!" Kuafu laughed heartily and led the three of them toward the huge training ground in the center of the tribe.

On the training ground, dozens of Wu tribe warriors were engaged in fierce combat, their punches landing with brutal force, their axe blows swift and powerful, causing the earth to shake and their blood to boil.

As soon as Kuafu arrived, he roared, "Stop! We have a distinguished guest! Which brat wants to try out the skills of Kunlun's disciple?"

Instantly, all eyes were focused on them. The Wu tribe warriors looked at Sun Wuzhen and Ao Guang, especially Sun Wuzhen's "monkey demon" appearance, and were initially somewhat repulsed.

But sensing their remarkable inner strength (Sun Wukong's battle body, Ao Guang's dragon form) and Kuafu's attitude, they immediately became interested.

Soon, a warrior from the Wu tribe at the early stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm jumped out and challenged Sun Wuzhen to a duel.

The two instantly clashed! There were no fancy spells, only the purest clash of strength, speed, and combat skills! The sound of metal clashing against metal was deafening!

Sun Wuzhen incorporated the "Nine Revolutions Wind and Thunder Battle Technique" into close combat, making his Iron Pole Soldier appear and disappear unpredictably.

The witch warrior, relying on his innate divine strength and rich combat experience, clashed head-on with the enemy!

The scene was extremely intense and exciting! It drew cheers from the surrounding witch warriors!

In the end, Sun Wuzhen, with his superior combat skills and lightning speed, gained a slight advantage, struck the warrior's wrist with his staff, knocked his weapon away, and won the victory.

"Good! That was satisfying!" The witch warrior, far from being annoyed, laughed heartily, picked up his weapon, and exclaimed, "Brother Monkey, you're amazing! I'm impressed!"

Once the activity started, the atmosphere immediately became lively.

Warriors from the Wu tribe kept challenging Sun Wuzhen and Ao Guang. Ao Guang also unleashed his dragon clan battle techniques and the Four Symbols Pearl. Although he was not as fierce as Sun Wuzhen, he fought back and forth, proving himself a force to be reckoned with.

Qinglian stood quietly on the sidelines, occasionally offering a word of advice: "Wuzhen, your left rib is open!" "Ao Guang, the four elements are in constant flux, life is endless, don't just blindly block."

His guidance was often incisive, greatly benefiting not only his two disciples but also the surrounding witch warriors who were watching the battle. They looked at Qinglian with more respect.

For the next few days, Sun Wuzhen and Ao Guang spent their time in the training grounds, engaging in fierce battles with the Wu tribe warriors.

Later, they even went out with the witch clan's hunting teams to hunt down powerful monsters that had been corrupted by the calamity energy and were attacking the tribe.

In real life-or-death battles, the two became more and more in sync, and their combat skills became more and more refined. Sun Wuzhen's brave and fearless spirit was deeply appreciated by the Wu tribe, who almost regarded him as one of their own.

Ao Guang also played an important role in several hunts and won respect by relying on the dragon clan's ability to control water.

Meanwhile, Qinglian also sensed something unusual in the tribe.

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, and several other Ancestral Witches remained deep within the Pangu Palace. Powerful baleful energy and fluctuations of laws emanated from the palace day and night, as if they were practicing something extremely terrifying.

Qinglian understood.

The fact that Dongwanggong, relying on the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation and a motley crew, was able to unleash the power to slaughter quasi-saints and confront the demon emperor head-on undoubtedly sounded an alarm for the Wu Clan and pointed them in the right direction.

The individual combat strength of the Wu Clan is formidable. If the power of hundreds of millions of Wu Clan warriors could be gathered together through an array, its power would be unimaginable!

This "Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons" is probably the trump card that the Witch Clan prepared to deal with the war against the Demon Court, and even the final battle! At this critical moment, the Ancestral Witches naturally had no time to attend to him.

After staying for more than ten years, seeing that her two disciples had become close with the Wu tribe warriors and had gained a lot, Qinglian bid farewell to Kuafu.

"Oh? You're leaving already?" Kuafu said with some reluctance. "My tribe's boys haven't had enough of fighting with your two apprentices yet!"

Qinglian smiled and said, "All good things must come to an end. I have troubled you for a long time and gained a lot. I still need to take them to other places for training. I will definitely visit you again when I have more time."

Knowing he couldn't keep him, Kuafu said, "Very well! After we've finished this and defeated those demon bastards, we'll invite you over and drink for three days and three nights! I'll put in a good word for you with Houtu, the Ancestral Witch."

"In that case, thank you very much, fellow Daoist Kuafu. Farewell!" Qinglian cupped her hands in thanks.

"Take care!" Kuafu returned the greeting solemnly.

Sun Wuzhen and Ao Guang also bid farewell to their Wu tribe friends whom they had sparred with over the past few days. Although they had not spent much time together, the camaraderie they shared in fighting side by side and their straightforward and generous friendship left them with a deep sense of nostalgia.

The three of them set off again, leaving the Houtu tribe, which was filled with both fierce aura and heroic spirit.

Inside the Pangu Palace behind him, the terrifying array that gathered the power of the twelve ancestral witches continued to operate and deduce tirelessly, accumulating enough power to destroy the world, waiting for the moment of its final explosion.

Meanwhile, Qinglian and her disciples, carrying the gifts of the Wu Clan—more solid combat skills and a fearless fighting spirit—continued their journey across the primordial land.