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

The news that the Queen Mother of the West had agreed to marry Lin Xuan, the thirteenth ancestral witch of the witch clan, spread like wildfire throughout the entire prehistoric world in less than half a day.

This is big news.

It's even more explosive than the Dragon and Phoenix Calamity of yesteryear.

One is the powerful Wu tribe, ruling over the land; the other is the head of the female immortals appointed by the Dao Ancestor. These two seemingly unrelated forces are actually going to form a marriage alliance?

Moreover, the male protagonist is the legendary "useless" Ancestral Witch who cannot cultivate and has no primordial spirit.

Kunlun Mountain, Sanqing Hall.

Laozi sat cross-legged on the futon, not even lifting his eyelids, still refining elixirs, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

But Yuanshi Tianzun, sitting next to him, kept sneering.

"Hmph! As expected of those creatures born from moisture and eggs, with fur and horns, their actions are so absurd!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable scoffed, "That Wu tribe doesn't cultivate the Heavenly Dao, nor do they understand destiny; they're doomed to perish sooner or later. The Queen Mother of the West, after all, was appointed the head of the female immortals by the Dao Ancestor, yet she willingly stooped to marry a useless barbarian without a primordial spirit. She has utterly disgraced us, the innate sacred beings!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader stroked his stubble with interest: "Second Brother, you are mistaken. I have seen Lin Xuan once from afar. Although he has no cultivation, his luck is rather strange. Moreover, he can make those twelve arrogant Ancestral Witches listen to him. This boy is probably not simple."

"What's so special about it?" Yuanshi Tianzun scoffed. "He's just relying on his Pangu bloodline to live a life of idleness and complacency. This marriage is nothing but a joke. Just wait, trouble is bound to break out on the wedding day."

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan.

Di Jun and Tai Yi were drinking in the Lingxiao Palace.

Upon hearing this news, Taiyi burst out laughing, almost dropping the wine cup in his hand.

"Brother, have you heard? Those barbarians are going to marry the Queen Mother of the West! Hahahaha!"

Taiyi laughed until tears almost streamed down his face: "That pretty boy named Lin Xuan? I heard he can't even beat a mere Earth Immortal, yet he wants to marry a Quasi-Saint? Has the Queen Mother of the West lost her mind from all that cultivation?"

Although Di Jun didn't laugh as exaggeratedly, his eyes were full of mockery.

"This matter is indeed strange." Di Jun swirled his wine glass. "The Queen Mother of the West is proud and arrogant, and she doesn't even look down on the King Duke of the East. How could she possibly take a liking to the Witch Clan? She was most likely coerced by the Twelve Ancestral Witches."

"Coercion is good!" Taiyi's eyes turned cold. "A forced marriage is never sweet. If the Queen Mother of the West changes her mind on the wedding day and even starts a fight with the Wu tribe, then things will get really interesting. We can then reap the benefits and maybe even win over Xikunlun."

"Hmm." Di Jun nodded. "Send the order down to have people keep an eye on things. On the wedding day, we'll also go and join in the fun. Ostensibly to offer our congratulations, but really... to watch the show."

But at this time, the Pangu Palace presented a completely different scene.

busy.

chaos.

Chaos erupted.

"Where's that ginseng fruit? That stingy Zhen Yuanzi won't give it to us? Gonggong! Take a few men to Wuzhuang Temple and uproot the tree!" Dijiang was directing the entire operation.

"Brother, isn't pulling up the trees going too far? Why don't we just pick all the fruit?" Lin Xuan quickly advised from the side.

"Alright, I'll do as Little Thirteen says, pick the fruit! And while you're at it, tie up that old bastard Zhen Yuanzi too... and invite him over for the wedding feast!"

On the other side, Zhu Rong was leading a group of great shamans to decorate the new house.

"This red silk isn't hung right! It needs to be a little crooked! It needs to have an artistic feel!" Zhu Rong held up a piece of top-quality fiery red silk that he had somehow stolen, gesturing with it.

"Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch, isn't this color too red? It looks like a murder scene..." a great witch complained weakly.

"You know nothing! It's festive! It has to be red! The redder the better!" Zhu Rong kicked the great shaman away. "Go catch a few more phoenixes to hang as lanterns in the bridal chamber!"

Lin Xuan felt a chill run down his spine.

Using a phoenix as a lantern? Brother, do you think the demon race doesn't hate us enough?

"Sister Houtu," Lin Xuan found Houtu, who was choosing her wedding attire, "Shouldn't we keep a low profile? This is making too much noise, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" Houtu held up a long robe made of brocade woven by the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, gesturing to Lin Xuan. "You are the emperor of our Witch Clan, your wedding must be the grandest in the entire primordial world! Anyone who dares to utter a word of dissent, I'll bury them alive!"

Looking at Houtu's gentle yet murderous gaze, Lin Xuan could only swallow his words.

Fine.

Anyway, we're already on the wrong path.

He glanced at the system interface.

[New player quest: Conquer the Queen Mother of the West. Current progress: Wedding preparations in progress.]

Three days until the wedding.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath.

This wedding was destined to be anything but peaceful.

The entire prehistoric world was waiting to see the joke.

But Lin Xuan was determined to turn this joke into a legend.

"Little Thirteen, what are you thinking about?" Xuanming walked over, carrying two trembling Qilin in his hands. "These two Qilin look to have good meat. Shall we keep them as appetizers for drinks that day?"

Lin Xuan: "..."

"Sister, this is an auspicious beast...why don't we keep it to guard the gate?"

"Fine, I'll do as you say." Xuanming casually tossed the Qilin to the doorway. "If it dares to run, I'll break its legs."

Lin Xuan covered his face.

This is hardly a wedding.

This is clearly a team-building event by a primordial evil force!