Primordial Era: Something's Wrong with This Generation of Witch Clan

Chapter 3 The Nine Dragon Sons and the Shock of the Twelve Ancestral Witches

Shebi Shi didn't really care about such trivial things, but since Thirteenth Brother had said so, they'd see what it was then. 🍟♣ 69kw.com ♝☮

The Wu Clan has not yet been born, and there are only thirteen members in the Wu Clan at present. So everyone is in the Pangu Palace, and Pan Huang quickly found Houtu cultivating by the Blood Pool.

The reason why Shebishi said that Houtu might have refining materials or magic weapons was because of the fact that of the twelve Ancestral Witches, only Houtu had gone out to train. She had even been to Zixiao Palace, but because she did not have a primordial spirit, she could not understand Hongjun's Dao at all, and in the end she could only return to Buzhou Mountain.

"Seventh Sister, I heard from Twelfth Brother that you have materials and magical artifacts for refining weapons here? I'd like to take some," Pan Huang said to Hou Tu.

"How much do you want?" Houtu asked.

"Just give me whatever you like."

"I don't have much either. I just collected some back in the primordial era. You can have it all," Houtu said with a smile.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, several dark stones and a few low-grade acquired spiritual treasures appeared in his hand.

"Thank you, Seventh Sister," Pan Huang said with a smile after putting the items away.

"We're brothers, no need for further words."

"Hmm!" Pan Huang nodded.

After getting the items, he sat down on the ground and took out the dark stones to examine them.

"Iron Mother Refined Gold, generally speaking, if the Primordial World had been shattered, these would definitely be top-tier materials for refining weapons, but now, they'd probably be unwanted even if thrown on the ground," Pan Huang thought to himself.

After Pan Huang finished complaining, a layer of gray mist appeared on his hands. Upon seeing this mist, the twelve ancestral witches all frowned.

They sensed a hint of danger in the hazy fog, indicating that the laws the thirteenth brother had comprehended were quite profound.

After a few breaths, the Iron Mother Essence melted, and under Pan Huang's control, it quickly formed nine jet-black beads the size of glass beads, with silver patterns appearing on the beads.

After about half an incense stick's time, Pan Huang finished refining the weapon, which greatly surprised Houtu: "Thirteenth brother, you're done already?"

"Yes, does refining this weapon take a long time?" Pan Huang asked.

"Uh!" Houtu was speechless after hearing Panhuang's question. When she traveled through the prehistoric world, she had heard about weapon crafting, which required a long time of preparation and crafting. She never expected that it would be as simple as eating and drinking for her thirteenth brother.

"Twelfth Brother, this is the little trinket I was talking about, it's for you." Pan Huang tossed the Nine Dragon Sons he had refined to Shebi Shi.

"Oh dear, a second-grade spiritual treasure, but I can't use it!" Shebi Shi said helplessly.

"Just drip blood, then use magic to refine it."

"real?"

"It has to be true."

Upon hearing Pan Huang's words, Shebishi cut open his palm without saying a word and then grabbed all nine dragon sons in his hand. As he performed the ritual, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"How is it? How is it?" Zhu Rong asked quickly upon seeing this.

Shebishi didn't speak, but released his hand, and the Nine Dragon Sons floated directly in front of him. He used facts to prove Panhuang's ability to the other Ancestral Witches.

"It's done, it's really done!" Dijiang's eyes gleamed with excitement as he saw this.

The same was true for the other ancestral witches, which completely overturned their understanding of magical artifacts.

"Twelfth Brother, give it a try," Pan Huang said with a smile.

"Okay!" Shebishi nodded.

"I'll give you practice," Gonggong immediately jumped out.

"These are the Nine Dragon Sons refined by my thirteenth brother, named after the nine sons of the Ancestral Dragon. The first one is Qiuniu," Shebishi said.

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The next second, a strange fluctuation emanated from the Prisoner's Bead. The Ancestral Witches raised their eyebrows slightly. This was actually a sonic attack, and it was very well concealed.

"Yazi!"

Instantly, countless phantoms of swords and blades appeared from the void and struck Gonggong, leaving numerous white marks on his body.

"Mocking Wind!"

A gentle breeze stirred, and Gonggong immediately frowned. He raised his hand, revealing a small wound on his arm. Although it healed in an instant, the Chaofeng Pearl had indeed broken his defenses. The other Ancestral Witches also stared in surprise.

"Pulao!"

A semi-transparent circular protective shield appeared on Gonggong and Shebishi's bodies; this was a skill that could be used to trap people and for defense.

"Suanni!"

Instantly, smoke appeared around Gonggong, accompanied by a sizzling sound—the sound of corrosion. Gonggong shuddered, and the smoke dissipated.

"Baxia!"

Suddenly, a huge bead appeared above Gonggong's head and hurled directly at him. He caught the bead with one hand, a satisfied look on his face. It seemed that the power of the Baxia Bead was considerable.

"Bi'an!"

The Bi'an's ability is somewhat similar to that of the Pulao, but the Pulao simply traps people, while the Bi'an also has a powerful illusion attack when trapping people.

"Negative weight!"

In an instant, the Bearding Pearl transformed into a jet-black dragon-shaped chain that wrapped around Gonggong's body and continued to tighten. With a slight tremor from Gonggong, the chain broke.

"Chiwen!"

The next second, a light shield appeared on Shebishi's body, just like the one that Pu Lao had activated.

"Pulao's protection can only defend against physical and magical attacks, but it cannot defend against curses or mental attacks, but this Chiwen protective shield can," Shebishi explained.

"Hahaha, good, good! Very good, Thirteenth Brother is indeed the lucky star of our Witch Clan." Dijiang laughed heartily.

"Twelfth Brother, that's not all. My Ninth Dragon Son has another function," Pan Huang said with a smile.

"Right, right, I almost forgot." Shebi Shi slapped his forehead.

The next second, the other Ancestral Witches opened their mouths wide and stared wide-eyed, because nine strange beasts with different expressions appeared before them. These strange beasts were none other than the Nine Sons of the Ancestral Dragon. In Di Jiang's perception, these nine people actually had soul fluctuations.

"Greetings, Master; greetings, Ancestral Witches; greetings, Father God." The Nine Dragon Prince bowed to the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Pan Huang.

"It has intelligence, a very complete intelligence," Zhu Jiuyin said.

"Yes, this is the power of the fusion of the Soul Law and the Artifact Dao Sect. This is the most powerful aspect. Because they have complete intelligence, they have infinite possibilities. If nurtured well, even innate treasures are not impossible to achieve," Pan Huang said with a smile.

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The Twelve Ancestral Witches gasped in shock. This thirteenth brother was truly terrifying! If it was really like this, what would become of their witch clan's future? They dared not even think about it!

"I have made my decision. It is time for the Wu Clan to emerge. As children of the Father God, this primordial world should rightfully be ours," Dijiang said very solemnly.

"Good!" Dijiang's words were approved by everyone.

"Hmm? Someone's heading straight for Buzhou Mountain." Zhu Jiuyin said at this moment.

"Let's go take a look." Zhu Rong was an impatient person, and he immediately stepped outside.

Dijiang and the others exchanged glances and followed closely behind. Panhuang naturally followed as well.

Soon, the group gathered in a valley where a gourd vine was emitting a faint glow on the cliff face.

(End of this chapter)