Primordial Era: I, the auspicious beast Pixiu, am the darling of the Great Dao.

Just as Tianlu had decided to extort money from Dijun and Taiyi again, a slight fluctuation came from the layers of formations outside Chaos Immortal Island.

A clear, cold voice entered the interior of the immortal island.

"The Earth Goddess of the Witch Clan has come to pay her respects to Brother Tianlu."

Upon hearing this, Tianlu's eyes lit up slightly.

"Oh, the Wu tribe has arrived. It seems they've come to discuss the establishment of the Wu tribe."

With a thought, his immense divine sense instantly connected with the island's protective array, personally opening a spatial passage leading directly to the main hall.

Then, Tianlu turned his gaze to the Three Immortals below.

"Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, Bixiao, you three come here and give your master a massage."

Upon hearing this, the three immortals froze on the spot.

Yunxiao's fair cheeks flushed slightly, and her dignified demeanor revealed a hint of nervousness.

"Master...we are your disciples, this is really..."

Qiongxiao also lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands, at a loss.

Bixiao stared wide-eyed, her face full of reluctance.

Tianlu rolled its eyes and patted the cloud bed with its golden claws.

"To press or not to press?!"

Helpless, the three immortals could only obediently step forward, extend their slender hands, and begin to gently knead the golden scales of Tianlu.

At this moment, the scene of meeting the Queen Mother of the West, Yang Hui, when they were setting up the palace involuntarily came to mind.

At that moment, Yang Hui looked at them and said something earnestly.

"If you have nothing else to do, don't go looking for your master, or anything could happen."

The Three Immortals of Sanxiao did not understand Yang Hui's meaning at the time, but now they have fully grasped the meaning of Yang Hui's previous admonition.

Master, you cannot be judged by ordinary standards.

Just as the three immortals were inwardly complaining, the array light of Chaos Immortal Island flickered slightly.

A moment later.

A figure draped in a dark yellow dress walked slowly out of the spatial passage with steady steps.

The visitor was none other than Houtu, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

After Houtu arrived at the palace, her gaze fell on Tianlu, and she bowed slightly.

"Houtu greets Brother Tianlu."

Tianlu raised his eyes, glanced at Houtu, and leaned forward slightly as a return gesture.

"Did you bring everything?"

Tianlu didn't stand on ceremony. For him, the Pixiu who controlled wealth and fortune, it was an exchange of benefits, and there was no need to waste words on it.

Houtu clearly knew the temperament of this darling of the Great Dao, and without saying a word, simply nodded.

With a wave of her hand, several dazzling rays of light flew out from her wide sleeves.

In an instant, the entire hall was illuminated with a dazzling array of colors.

Three top-grade innate spiritual treasures floated in mid-air, radiating a rich innate Dao essence, each containing complete law restrictions.

At the center of these spiritual treasures, there is a spiritual root emitting strange fluctuations.

It was an apricot tree about half a person's height, its trunk covered with ancient thunder patterns, and the wind and thunder energy swirled among its branches and leaves, with the two great laws of wind and thunder intertwining and colliding within it, endlessly regenerating.

Tianlu's eyes lit up instantly.

"The innate immortal apricot?"

"But how could it be in the hands of the Witch Clan?!"

This is one of the ten innate spiritual roots of the primordial world.

In his memory, this immortal apricot tree should have fallen into the hands of Yun Zhongzi of the Chan Sect in later generations. Later, it bore two immortal apricots, which were eaten by Lei Zhenzi, who then grew wind and thunder wings and became a saint in his physical body.

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it.

Looking at the three top-grade innate spiritual treasures and one of the ten top-grade innate spiritual roots before him, Tianlu couldn't help but look at the Wu Clan with new respect.

"As expected of the true descendants of Pangu, their foundation is indeed profound, and they are generous in their spending."

"Far surpasses those two stingy guys, Di Jun and Tai Yi."

Tianlu made the comparison in his heart.

Those two demons always haggled and were stingy during transactions, unlike the witches who just threw good stuff in his face.

Houtu looked into Tianlu's eyes, which were gleaming with golden light, and spoke softly.

"Brother Tianlu, is this enough?"

Tianlu nodded without hesitation.

"Enough! Enough!"

Before he finished speaking, he opened his enormous mouth, which seemed capable of swallowing the heavens and the earth.

A terrifying law of devouring erupted instantly, transforming into a bottomless black hole.

The three top-grade innate spiritual treasures and the innate immortal apricot tree, which were suspended in mid-air, were swallowed into his stomach without any resistance.

As the treasure was swallowed, Tianlu let out a satisfied burp.

"Don't worry, when the Witch Clan is established in the future, I will never hinder the gathering of your fortune."

Upon hearing this, Houtu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

With the transaction completed, Houtu should have left.

But Tianlu noticed that Houtu did not step away; instead, she stood still, looking hesitant.

A hint of doubt arose in Tianlu's heart.

"Is there anything else, Fellow Daoist Houtu?"

Houtu took a deep breath and then slowly extended her right hand, palm facing upward.

In an instant, a vast, ancient, and extremely domineering aura emanated from her palm.

A single drop of dark red blood floated silently in Houtu's palm.

This drop of blood appeared to be only the size of a soybean, but its interior seemed to contain a vast universe, with endless blood energy and the pure laws of the Great Dao of Power churning and roaring within it.

It's just a drop of blood, yet it gives one the illusion of facing a colossal being that created the world.

Pangu's essence blood!

Tianlu's golden eyes widened instantly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly turned his head and waved his claws at the Three Immortals behind him.

"My good disciple, go stand over there."

Upon hearing this, the Three Immortals of Sanxiao quickly retreated to the side of the main hall, but their gazes were also drawn to the drop of blood, curious about what it was.

Tianlu's massive body suddenly rose, leaping down from the cloud bed and arriving in front of Houtu, where he began to carefully examine Pangu's essence blood.

A rich aura of blood rushed towards them, and the Devouring Law within Tianlu's body even generated a kind of instinctive craving.

After a moment, Tianlu forcibly suppressed the urge to swallow it whole.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Houtu.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu, what is the purpose of presenting this drop of Pangu's essence blood?"

Tianlu was well aware of the value of Pangu's essence and blood.

This thing is the most core essence of the Wu tribe.

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches were to absorb this drop of essence blood, it would definitely allow their physical strength to rise to another level and their power to increase significantly.

Houtu wouldn't have brought out such a precious treasure without a reason.

Houtu looked at Tianlu with an extremely solemn expression and slowly shook her head.

"Brother Tianlu, this drop of Pangu's essence blood is a token of our Wu Clan's goodwill towards the second generation of the Great Dao Child. Please accept it."

Upon hearing this, Tianlu was instantly shocked.

"A gift for me?"

Various thoughts flashed through Tianlu's mind.

Although the Ancestral Witches were straightforward, they were definitely not stupid.

Giving him Pangu's essence blood, something that can directly enhance the top combat power of a clan, is such a generous gesture that even this greedy Pixiu feels it's a bit too much to handle.

But as hot as it was, Tianlu's claws did not hesitate at all.

With a thought, the laws of space shifted, and the drop of Pangu's essence blood instantly disappeared from Houtu's palm, falling steadily into the space within his abdomen.

Now that the item has been taken out, there's no reason for Tianlu to give it back.

After accepting Pangu's essence blood, Tianlu's expression instantly became incredibly warm, and he spoke politely.

"Oh dear, how can this be?!"

"Since I'm accepting bribes, I'll definitely give the Wu Clan a good reward."

"How can I take your benefits for nothing?!"

Although Tianlu was greedy for money, he also believed in cause and effect.

It would be unethical not to give back something of such great benefit after receiving it from someone else.

Moreover, since the Wu clan is so sensible, he doesn't mind revealing a little bit of information.

Thinking of this, Tianlu narrowed his golden eyes slightly and spoke in a low voice.

"I've heard that your Witch Clan is unable to attain the Dao. As the second-generation Son of the Great Dao, I have a way to address this!"