Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Xingtian, you've really made something of yourself!"

"Even if I want to see you, I have to wait here!"

After speaking, the voice turned to look at Huang Long beside it, a look of surprise on its face: "You have the scent of those three... You're their disciple?!"

Huang Long bowed slightly to the fiery red figure and said solemnly:

"Huang Long, a direct disciple of the Kunlun Yuqing Yuanshi Sect, greets the Ancestral Witch Zhurong!" His tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Oh? You are Huanglong?" Zhurong asked in surprise.

Now it was Huanglong's turn to be surprised. He hadn't expected his reputation to spread so far that even the Ancestral Witch Zhurong knew his name.

"The blood date wine that appears in our witch clan was provided by you, little fellow!"

Upon hearing the Ancestral Witch utter the words "blood date wine," Huanglong nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

—The fact that the Ancestral Witch knew about him was actually thanks to the Blood Jujube Wine.

Suppressing his frustration, Huang Long replied to Zhu Rong, "That blood date wine was indeed brewed by me!"

Upon seeing Huanglong's admission, Zhurong's eyes shone with golden light, and his aura suddenly intensified.

Facing the immense and terrifying pressure from Zhu Rong, Huanglong was like a small sapling in a level twelve gale, seemingly about to be uprooted at any moment.

Zhu Rong truly lived up to her reputation as an ancestral witch who had progressed extremely far in the path of the Primordial Golden Immortal. The mere aura she unleashed rendered Huang Long, who already possessed the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, unable to move.

"Well......!"

Xing Tian, ​​the great witch standing beside Huang Long, was also hunched over, as if ten thousand divine mountains were piled up on his back, clearly being given special attention by Zhu Rong.

Seeing Huanglong swaying but not falling, Zhurong showed a hint of approval and withdrew his vast and terrifying pressure.

"Not bad, your body is stronger than some of the great witches of the witch clan!"

While Zhurong, the ancestral witch, uttered words of praise, his eyes, burning with intense flames, remained fixed on Huanglong: "It seems you didn't waste the legacy left by the Father God on Buzhou Mountain!"

Upon hearing Zhu Rong's words, Huang Long's heart leaped into his throat.

Even the ancestral witches knew that he had received Pangu's inheritance on Mount Buzhou!

Seeing Huanglong's shocked expression, Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch, smiled and shook her head, saying, "Little fellow, don't be surprised. You don't think that someone climbed Buzhou Mountain and stood on the head of the Witch Clan without our knowledge, do you?"

"What's more, you were still at the Taiyi Realm when you were able to withstand the pressure from the Father God and directly ascend Mount Buzhou!"

"If we haven't even paid attention to a being like you, wouldn't that make us Twelve Ancestral Witches seem utterly incompetent!"

Having said that, Huanglong was relieved and said to the Ancestral Witch Zhurong, "I was overthinking it, please forgive me, Ancestral Witch!"

"Having received the Father God's legacy, if you are not a disciple of the Three Pure Ones, you will never be able to leave Buzhou Mountain!"

"Hahaha......!"

Zhu Rong looked at the dragon's face, which had turned yellow again, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Alright, I'll stop teasing you! You received the Father God's inheritance, which means Father Pangu values ​​you highly, making you the most honored guest of our Wu Clan!"

Huanglong looked at the laughing Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch, and never expected that this most hot-tempered of the Twelve Ancestral Witches would be such a guy.

Huang Long looked at Xing Tian beside him with a hint of pity in his eyes—with such an ancestral witch around, it was easy to imagine that Xing Tian and the other great witches would not have an easy time!

Xing Tian just stared blankly at Huang Long, who was filled with pity.

In a short while, Huanglong became the most honored guest of the Ancestral Witch.

......

As the sun sets in the west and the moon rises in the east, the silvery light of the moon replaces the golden light of the sun, illuminating the earth once more.

In the central square of the Xingtian tribe, bonfires were lit one after another. Over the bonfires, skinned demonic beasts sizzled and dripped with oil, and the rich aroma of meat filled the entire square of the Wu tribe.

Beside the bonfire at the very center, there were only three figures: Huanglong, the Ancestral Witch Zhurong, and the Great Witch Xingtian.

The other members of the Wu tribe just watched from afar as the three of them ate roasted meat and drank blood date wine, especially staring at the fragrant blood date wine in Huanglong's hands, constantly swallowing their saliva.

It wasn't that they didn't want to get closer, but whenever they tried to sneak a sip of the blood date wine, Xing Tian chased them away.

The root cause was that Xing Tian and Huang Long had completed the deal they had agreed upon before the bonfire party began.

Xing Tian exchanged a primordial spiritual root, or more precisely, a half-dead primordial spiritual root, with Huang Long.

According to Xing Tian, ​​that innate spiritual root was born not long ago on this land in the northern part of the prehistoric world.

The commotion caused by the birth of such an innate spiritual root was naturally significant, and both the witch and demon races noticed it, leading to a fierce battle for the innate spiritual root.

Unfortunately, in the end, although Xing Tian managed to snatch this innate spiritual root, it was also affected by the battle, losing half of its body and most of its essence, leaving it in its current half-dead state.

"Originally, among most of the innate spiritual roots, only a very small portion were useful to us ancestral witches, but who would have thought that there would be such an unexpected existence as the Yellow Dragon."

"Although these innate spiritual roots are useless to the Wu Clan, they can be used to exchange with Huanglong for Blood Jujube Wine, which can assist the Wu Clan in their cultivation."

Huang Long gave all the Blood Jujube Wine he had to Xing Tian, ​​including the Blood Jujube Wine brewed by those who had not reached the Spirit Root level, thus settling the score.

However, Xing Tian forgot that there was an Ancestral Witch here who was superior to him. How could his deal with Huanglong escape Zhu Rong's eyes?

So half of that batch of blood date wine was intercepted by Zhu Rong, who also loved wine.

Xing Tian naturally disagreed, but his refusal was met with a pig-like scream, after which his entire body swelled up and wouldn't go away.

Huanglong couldn't bear to see him appear in such a state before the other tribe members, so he used the Purifying White Lotus to remove the wisp of scorching ancestral witch power that Zhu Rong had left on Xingtian, restoring Xingtian to his normal appearance.

The blood jujube wine that Huanglong and the ancestral witch Zhurong are drinking at this moment is the part that was left over after Xingtian was robbed by Zhurong, and they have contributed it again.

In Zhu Rong's words, on your territory, the most honored guest of the Wu tribe should naturally be served your wine!

Given the three of them's drinking capacity, they wouldn't get drunk no matter how much they drank, so Xing Tian wouldn't tolerate other members of the Wu clan who came to freeload.

After a round of punches and kicks, they finally gave each of the Taiyi Realm Wu Clan members a jar.

Then he watched with a dark face and a pained expression as Huanglong and Zhurong drank together.

Seeing Xing Tian's distressed expression, Huang Long didn't know how to comfort him, after all, he was now one of the culprits!