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

The hot pot feast was in full swing. Steam rose from the backyard of Pangu Temple, and the aroma of meat filled the air.

The table of the Ancestral Witches was a disaster zone. These roughnecks usually had big appetites, and now, faced with such highly nutritious beast meat, they ate to their hearts' content. A large plate of meat was served, and before it could even be set down, more than a dozen pairs of chopsticks reached for it, and it was empty in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Rong ate with sweat pouring down his face. Finding chopsticks unsatisfying, he grabbed a large strainer and scooped it into the pot. This single scoop retrieved a large, freshly cooked chunk of giant ape leg meat.

Just as he was about to pour the meat into his bowl, a large hand reached out from the side and firmly pressed down on his wrist.

Zhu Rong turned around and saw that it was Gong Gong.

"Zhurong, that's not fair of you! I saw this piece of meat first." Gonggong glared, his other hand holding chopsticks, already gripping the other end of the meat.

Zhu Rong stiffened his neck and shouted: "Bullshit! The meat is in the pot, whoever fishes it out gets it! You water-playing brat, why are you eating the meat of a fire-type ferocious beast? Aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache?! This meat is mine!"

Gonggong sneered: "So what if I play in the water? Today I'm going to taste what this fire-type beast is like. Let go of me right now!"

Neither of them would give way, and their strength increased. Sparks began to fly from Zhurong's body, while blue ripples spread across Gonggong's. The surrounding temperature fluctuated wildly, forcing the high priests at the nearby table to retreat repeatedly.

Dijiang sat beside him, chewing on some meat as he said, "Alright, alright, how old are you two combined? You're still fighting over meat like kids. There's still so much left in the pot."

Zhu Rong shouted: "Brother, don't interfere! This isn't about a piece of meat, it's about saving face! I'm going to teach this stag duck a lesson today!"

Gonggong was also enraged: Who are you calling a duck! Come on, let's fight! I'm not afraid of you!

Just as the two were about to overturn the table and start fighting, the roof of the Pangu Palace was almost blown off by their imposing presence.

Just then, a cold voice rang out in the courtyard.

Article 3 of the Pangu Temple Management Regulations: During mealtimes, no one may make loud noises, and fighting is strictly prohibited. Violators will have their entire monthly snack allowance and cultivation resources deducted.

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, piercing directly through the argument between Zhu Rong and Gong Gong.

Upon hearing the voice, the two froze instantly. The flames and ripples on their bodies vanished abruptly. Like children who had done something wrong, they slowly turned their heads to look at the source of the voice.

The one speaking was none other than the Holy Mother of Wudang.

She sat at the table with the female immortal, holding a small bowl of clear soup in her hand, without even raising her head. But her calm tone revealed an undeniable authority.

The entire backyard fell silent instantly. Even Lin Long, who was eating raw meat with gusto, stopped what he was doing and stared blankly at the Holy Mother of Wudang.

Zhu Rong swallowed hard, chuckled dryly, and released his grip: Sister-in-law... um... we didn't fight, we were just exchanging pleasantries.

Gonggong quickly put his chopsticks back and casually placed the piece of meat into Zhurong's bowl: "Yes, yes, let's exchange feelings. You eat this meat, you eat it. I was just joking with you."

The Holy Mother of Wudang then raised her head, her clear eyes sweeping over the two of them.

"This is the last time," said the Holy Mother of Wudang calmly, then lowered her head and continued drinking her soup.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They quickly and obediently sat down, not daring to even breathe, and shoveled the meat from their bowls with their heads down.

Lin Xuan, sitting not far away, watched all of this and almost burst out laughing.

He thought to himself: The Holy Mother Wudang is truly deserving of her position as the head steward of the Pangu Temple. Ever since she took over the internal affairs of the temple, these lawless ancestral witches have finally met their match. Why? Because the Holy Mother Wudang holds the key to the Pangu Temple's treasury!

The Ancestral Witches are currently cultivating their primordial spirits, requiring a large amount of spirit stones and rare treasures. Furthermore, they've long been accustomed to the high-grade snacks Lin Xuan provides. If the Holy Mother of Wudang were to reduce their rations, they would be devastated. Therefore, in this household, besides Lin Xuan, the Holy Mother of Wudang's words carry more weight than her elder brother, Di Jiang.

Yunxiao leaned close to Lin Xuan's ear and whispered, "Husband, that was a brilliant move. By bringing Wudang to manage the household, those Ancestral Witch brothers are completely under your control."

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow smugly: That's right. Professional matters should be left to professionals. Wu Dang, that girl, is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside; she's perfect for managing these roughnecks.

The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit looked at the Holy Mother of Wudang with eyes full of admiration. She knew that her senior sister Wudang was powerful when she was in the Jie Sect, but she never expected that she would have such a high status in the Witch Clan, and that even the Ancestral Witches were afraid of her.

"Master is truly impressive," the Holy Mother of Fire muttered softly.

Hearing this, Our Lady of Wudang turned to Our Lady of Fire and smiled gently: "Fire Spirit, you are pregnant now, eat more. If any of them dare to disturb you, tell me, and I will stop their meals."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were so frightened that they quickly lowered their heads even further, afraid of making the slightest sound.

A near-conflict was averted with a single glance and a few words from the Holy Mother of Wudang. The hot pot feast continued, the atmosphere becoming even more harmonious. Everyone chatted and laughed, enjoying this rare family gathering.