Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

The Pangu Temple was so lively today it looked like the roof was about to be lifted off.

Today is the 100-day celebration for the fourteenth son, Lin Huang.

Although this kid was only born not long ago, his reputation as the "Number One Bandit of the Primordial Era" had already spread far and wide. At this moment, he was wearing a red bib, riding on Lin Long's shoulders, holding a large chicken leg that he had somehow managed to get his hands on, and eating it with his mouth full of oil.

"Eeya!" (Charge!)

Lin Huang was directing his second brother, Lin Long.

Lin Long was also someone who thrived on chaos, carrying his younger brother as they weaved through the banquet, grabbing food from every table they passed.

"Ouch! My wine jug!" The great shaman Kuafu was about to take a sip when the wine jug in his hand disappeared.

Turning around, I saw Lin Huang holding the wine jug and pouring it into his mouth, but he coughed because of the spiciness. Then, a five-colored divine light swept behind him, and the wine jug disappeared somewhere.

"This child... will definitely be more successful than me in the future." Kuafu wasn't angry at all; instead, he just chuckled to himself.

Lin Xuan sat in the main seat, watching this scene, and helplessly rubbed his temples.

These kids are all so difficult to manage.

"The Master of Heaven has arrived!"

The high priest at the entrance shouted.

Then, the Tongtian Sect Leader rode the Kui Niu and led a large group of Jie Sect disciples in.

"Haha! Brother Lin Xuan! Congratulations!"

Before Tongtian even entered, his booming voice rang out. With a casual wave of his hand, several large boxes landed in the center of the hall.

"This is a gift for my nephew, a few rare acquired treasures and some materials for refining weapons. Let him take them and play with them!"

Daoist Duobao followed behind, looking at the boxes with a pained expression. His master's generosity was excessive; those were his accumulated stockpiles from a long time ago.

"Thank you, brother." Lin Xuan stood up and went to greet him. "Come, come, take a seat."

The Jie Sect sent quite a few people this time.

Besides Duobao, Jinling Shengmu, Wudang Shengmu, Guiling Shengmu (although she is already Lin Xuan's wife, she is a member of his family today), Zhao Gongming, and the Three Immortals (who are also his wives) also came.

Lin Xuan's gaze swept across the crowd.

His several wives from the Jie Sect—Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, Bixiao, Jinling, and Guiling—had already gathered around the child, teasing Lin Huang with various spiritual fruits.

There was only one person, standing quietly in the corner.

She wore a simple blue Taoist robe, her hair was tied in a bun, and she held a whisk in her hand. She was not as lively as Bixiao, nor as heroic as Jinling, nor even as noticeable as Duobao.

She's like a wisp of air; she's standing there, yet easily overlooked.

Our Lady of Wudang.

Lin Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

He activated the system's "Eye of Insight".

【Name: Holy Mother Wudang】

[Identity: One of the four direct disciples of the Jie Sect]

Cultivation Level: Late Stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal

[Personality: Low-key, reserved, steady, transparent (easily overlooked), gentle on the outside but strong on the inside]

System score: 96 points

[Strategy Tip: This is a long-overlooked "housekeeper" who quietly contributes to the Jie Sect but rarely receives attention. Giving her enough recognition and importance is key to opening her heart.]

96 points!

Lin Xuan's eyes lit up.

That's quite a score.

Moreover, he had a deep impression of the Holy Mother Wudang. In the original Investiture of the Gods, all the immortals of the Jie Sect came to pay homage, but in the end, they met a tragic end. Some died, some were injured, and some were captured and used as mounts.

Only the Holy Mother Wudang listened to Tongtian's words and retreated before the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was broken, thus preserving the last embers of the Jie Sect.

What does this tell us?

This shows that the girl is clear-headed, obedient, and patient.

"Brother Lin Xuan, what are you looking at?" Tongtian saw Lin Xuan staring blankly and followed his gaze. "Oh, that's Wudang. This girl is usually quiet; I almost forgot she was here too."

Upon hearing Tongtian's words, the Holy Mother of Wudang, who was in the corner, stiffened slightly, then gave a bitter smile.

As expected, Master is still the same.

She silently shrank back, trying to hide herself even more.

Lin Xuan smiled.

He picked up his wine glass, ignoring Tongtian, and walked straight towards the corner.

All eyes in the room instantly turned to Lin Xuan.

Everyone was wondering why the thirteen ancestral witches would leave their proper seats and go to that remote corner.

Lin Xuan walked up to the Holy Mother of Wudang and stopped.

The Holy Mother of Wudang felt the light in front of her being blocked, so she looked up and met Lin Xuan's smiling eyes.

"Senior Sister Wudang, why are you hiding here all by yourself?" Lin Xuan's voice wasn't loud, but it could be heard clearly in the quiet hall.

The Holy Mother of Wudang was stunned.

She opened her mouth, a little flustered: "I...I don't like crowds, I'm...quite comfortable here."

"How can that be?" Lin Xuan reached out and grabbed her sleeve (he didn't dare to grab her hand directly, afraid of startling her). "Today is a family banquet. You are Yunxiao and the others' senior sister, which means you are my sister-in-law. How can you let your sister-in-law stand in the corner? Come on, sit in the front."

"Ah? No... no need..." The Holy Mother of Wudang blushed instantly and subconsciously tried to break free.

But Lin Xuan's strength was immense; it was enough to tear apart a quasi-saint with his bare hands.

Without saying a word, he pulled the Virgin Mary towards the main table.

"Come on, come on, add a chair!" Lin Xuan shouted to Xing Tian over there.

Xing Tian moved swiftly, carrying a soft chair covered with animal hides and placing it next to Tongtian Jiaozhu.

"Sit down." Lin Xuan pressed Wudang down into a chair.

At this moment, the Holy Mother of Wudang felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles.

He was surrounded by powerful figures from the primordial world. To his left was his master, Tongtian; to his right were the Twelve Ancestral Witches; and opposite him was Laozi, the Supreme Purity One.

Everyone was staring at her.

The feeling was like taking a small mushroom that had lived in the shade all its life and suddenly putting it in the sun to bake in the scorching heat.

"Lin Xuan, what's wrong with you...?" Tongtian was also a little confused.

Lin Xuan poured himself a glass of wine and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I just think Senior Sister Wudang has an outstanding temperament and I want to get closer to her. Come on, brother, let's drink!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang lowered her head, looking at the wine cup in front of her, her heart pounding.

This feeling of being valued...

It doesn't seem so bad?