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

In the backyard of the Pangu Palace, Dijiang was shirtless, practicing his fist techniques with the Sky-Splitting Claw. Each swing of his claw tore open a dark spatial rift in mid-air, a truly terrifying sight.

Lin Xuan strolled over and called out from a distance, "Big brother! Stop practicing, you've got work to do!"

Upon hearing this, Dijiang quickly withdrew his supernatural powers, wiped his sweat, and ran over, his eyes shining: "Thirteenth brother, what's up? Are you going to fight again? Your bones are practically rusting lately!"

"What are you fighting for? All you ever do is fight." Lin Xuan rolled his eyes, grinned, and leaned closer. "I'm getting married. It's the Golden Light Holy Mother from the Jie Sect. You hurry up and go to the storeroom to pick out some good stuff, take the brothers, and go to Jin'ao Island to propose marriage to me."

Upon hearing this, Dijiang slapped his thigh hard, making a crisp "smack" sound, almost swelling his thigh.

"Good lad! I knew you wouldn't go empty-handed!" Dijiang grinned from ear to ear. "Another Jie Sect member? Haha, that old codger Tongtian is probably ecstatic. Alright, leave it to me, I know this kind of business!"

Dijiang is now incredibly adept at proposing marriage, even more so than when he's fighting. After all, if Lin Xuan marries another wife, the Wu Clan might have more children with primordial spirits, which is a matter of great importance to the Wu Clan for generations to come.

In less than half an hour, Dijiang had mustered his troops.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, the two great protectors, were naturally present. Behind them followed several hundred burly men from the Wu tribe, each with broad shoulders and thick waists, carrying dozens of heavy, large red boxes.

The box was filled with nothing but top-grade spirit stones, ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, and innate spiritual treasures that Lin Xuan had scavenged from various unlucky individuals (such as Ran Deng and Taiyi Zhenren). Anyway, there were so many of these things in the Pangu Palace that they couldn't all be stored there; they were perfect for giving as gifts.

"Let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, Di Jiang tore open a spatial passage leading to the East Sea. A large group of people then entered.

Meanwhile, on Jin'ao Island, at Biyou Palace.

Daoist Duobao was sitting on the threshold of the main hall, holding an abacus in his hand, calculating accounts with a worried expression.

Since the Tongtian Sect Leader "married" several of his junior sisters to Lin Xuan, the Jie Sect's expenses have decreased somewhat, but recently they have recruited too many nominal disciples, and the island's spiritual fruits and herbs are almost insufficient.

"Sigh, I can't live like this anymore. All Master does is practice swordsmanship all day long, leaving me with all the household chores..." Duobao sighed and scratched his chubby cheeks.

Just then, the sky above Jin'ao Island suddenly darkened.

An extremely violent and tyrannical aura descended from the sky, directly causing the island's protective formation to creak and groan.

Duobao was startled and suddenly looked up.

Suddenly, a large rift opened in the air, and Dijiang rushed out with a group of fierce-looking witch clan men.

"Holy crap! The Witch Clan has attacked!"

Duobao shuddered with fright, dropping his abacus to the ground. His first thought was: "We're doomed! Could it be that Lin Xuan, that fiend, has done something to displease our Jie Sect and brought people to wipe us out?"

He scrambled and stumbled towards Biyou Palace, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Master! Something terrible has happened! The Witch Clan has attacked! Activate the formation quickly!"

Upon hearing this from the heavens, Dijiang's face darkened, and he roared back in his loud voice, "Fatty Duobao! What are you yelling about! Who the hell wants to fight? I'm here to deliver betrothal gifts!"

Duobao stumbled and fell flat on his face.

He lay on the ground, stunned for two seconds, then suddenly turned his head: "Send...send betrothal gifts?"

He got up and looked closely. Sure enough, what those burly witch men were carrying on their shoulders were not weapons, but large boxes covered with bright red "double happiness" characters.

Duobao's eyes instantly turned into the shape of copper coins.

He knew all too well how wealthy the Witch Clan was. The gifts they sent during the last marriage proposal directly tripled the size of the Jie Sect's treasury.

"Oh my! It's the esteemed Dijiang Ancestral Witch! I'm so sorry for not welcoming you sooner!" Duobao's expression changed instantly, and he smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum as he ran to greet him.

He looked at the heavy boxes, his mouth practically watering: "Brothers, you've worked hard! Come on, put the boxes down, I'll help you carry them!"

At that moment, the gates of Biyou Palace opened.

The Tongtian Sect Leader strode out, dressed in a blue Taoist robe and carrying the Qingping Sword on his back. He looked to be in a very good mood.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, what brings you here?" Tongtian Sect Leader asked knowingly, his lips curling into a wild smile as he looked at the dozens of large boxes.

Dijiang jumped down from mid-air, walked up to Tongtian, and slammed a gold-embossed betrothal gift list onto the table.

"Brother Tongtian, enough with the nonsense. My thirteenth brother has taken a liking to your Jie Sect's Golden Light Holy Mother. Here are the betrothal gifts, take a look. If you have no objections, we'll officially marry her." Dijiang spoke bluntly, exuding the domineering air of a nouveau riche.

The Master of Heaven picked up the betrothal gift list and glanced at it.

The text on it was densely written: 100,000 cubic meters of top-grade spirit stones, 100 baskets of 9,000-year-old peaches, three top-grade innate spiritual treasures, and two acquired merit treasures...

The Tongtian Sect Leader gasped. This Lin Xuan is truly damn rich! This betrothal gift is even more lavish than when he married Yunxiao and the others last time.

"Hahahaha!" The Tongtian Sect Leader laughed heartily, stuffing the betrothal gift list into his sleeve. "No objections! Absolutely no objections! I just like Lin Xuan!"

He stepped forward, patted Dijiang on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Fellow Daoist Dijiang, go back and tell Lin Xuan. If he likes it, he should just take all the female immortals from our Jie Sect! I, Tongtian, would absolutely agree! I'll even prepare the dowries for you!"

Hearing this, Duobao, who was moving boxes nearby, slipped and almost had his foot crushed by a box.

Master, you've gotten addicted to selling disciples! But… looking at all these treasures scattered on the ground, Duobao swallowed hard. Good! Sell a few more, and the Jie Sect will be completely rich!