Yuan Heng's small face was full of pride. She gave Tongtian a little look that said 'You certainly have good taste,' then looked at the other immortals. “If none of you fellow daoists have any objections, then this will belong to me.”
Most of the people present were on good terms with Yuan Heng, so naturally, they had no objections. Besides, she was the one who had brought the seed back to life in the first place.
Great, everyone was on board~
Yuan Heng happily put away her little seed and looked at Nuwa, who was standing side-by-side with Fuxi. “Fellow Daoist Nuwa, once my business with the Wu tribe is finished, may I visit you?”
Nuwa nodded. “Of course. I shall look forward to your visit.”
With that, she and Fuxi nodded slightly to the crowd, and the two of them departed together.
Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi were also preparing to leave. Before they went, Hongyun even asked Yuan Heng for a deck of cards and once again invited her to play cards.
Yuan Heng: “...”
Hmph~ There was no way she was going to let herself get ganged up on by this pair of best friends.
“Next time, definitely next time.”
Hongyun: ??? Wait, why did it feel like there was a hint of perfunctoriness in Fellow Daoist Yuan Heng's words?
Looking into Yuan Heng's big, sincere eyes, Hongyun immediately decided he was overthinking things.
After the two of them left, Tongtian looked at Yuan Heng, his eyes full of anticipation. “Fellow Daoist Yuan Heng, if you have time, why don't you come visit us at Mount Kunlun? Um... Duobao said he misses you very much and has something to give you.”
Tongtian was fishing for all sorts of excuses to get Yuan Heng to come to Mount Kunlun and play.
I mean... Fellow Daoist Yuan Heng was so popular, and she visited all kinds of famous places. What would it look like if she skipped the Three Pure Ones' Mount Kunlun?
Besides, Duobao really did have something to give her... Yeah, taking all that into account, it was only natural for him to extend an invitation.
Duobao: “...”
But this little rat said he wanted to give Senior a surprise, Master... What are you doing?
“Ah??”
Yuan Heng's gaze swept past Tongtian and landed on Taiqing and Yuanshi. There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “Would... would that be convenient?”
“Of course it is.”
Tongtian looked at his elder brothers. “My brothers are just like me—extremely hospitable. There's no need to be formal, Fellow Daoist.”
They were already so familiar with each other, so why stand on ceremony?
Yuan Heng, who somehow understood Tongtian's underlying meaning, looked at Taiqing and Yuanshi, who both wore polite smiles. “Then... I shall trouble you with a visit when the time comes.”
The smile on the corner of Taiqing's mouth deepened slightly. “Very well.”
Yuanshi nodded. “Everyone on Mount Kunlun will welcome you with open arms.”
Having their younger brother make friends with Yuan Heng was much better than him wandering all over the Primordial World and bringing back a bunch of those born from moisture and eggs.
It was quite good. Besides, Fellow Daoist Yuan Heng really did have a positive influence on his younger brother.
Not bad, not bad at all.
This was the recognition from an ultimate brother-doter.
Tongtian laughed happily. “Great, then we shall take our leave first. Don't forget, Fellow Daoist.”
Yuan Heng nodded solemnly. “Mm! I won't forget.”
She quietly prioritized her to-do list in her head. Right, visiting Mount Kunlun could wait until after she returned to Fangzhang Island for closed-door cultivation.
Fellow Daoist Tongtian really was an excellent friend, and as for little Duobao, she truly didn't know what to say. She had only given it a few small trinkets, yet as a junior, it had gone out of its way to prepare a gift for her.
It was almost embarrassing~ No, she would have to bring some more gifts for it next time.
Duobao: ៷＞ᴗ＜៷
“If you do not cast me aside, Bao is willing to...”
After the Three Pure Ones left, Yuan Heng finally followed Houtu and the Ancestral Witch Jumang to the Wu tribe territory.
It was so... so wild and rugged here.
Yuan Heng: ᔦ ° ꒳ ° ᔨ ̖́-
So many muscular men. And they all had bronze and honey-colored skin.
They were so generous with showing off! Each one wore less than the last. Their upper bodies were barely covered by a tiny beast-skin vest or scale-armor spaulder... while their lower bodies were wrapped in nothing but a short beast-skin skirt.
The buildings were constructed along the steep mountain cliffs, made of piled-up giant stones. In the very center, there was a large stone platform that looked like a sacrificial altar...
Yuan Heng stared in a daze. So robust... so primitive.
Seeing her surprised expression, Houtu smiled and explained, “The Wu tribe worships strength and loves to fight. So... you understand, Fellow Daoist.”
Yuan Heng nodded vigorously. I get it, I totally get it!
The members of the Wu tribe looked upon their Ancestral Witches with absolute respect. They placed their right hands over their chests and bowed to Houtu and Jumang.
Though they looked at Yuan Heng—whom the Ancestral Witches had brought in—with curiosity and scrutiny, they showed no signs of disrespect.
A gentle smile hung on Yuan Heng's face. When a few Wu tribe children occasionally stared at her in curiosity, she would smile back at them.
Yet those little rascals actually had the audacity to blush. After stealing another quick glance at her, they ran off in a hurry.
Yuan Heng: (◦˙▽˙◦)
What adorable little brats.
As they ventured deeper into the tribe's territory, the air grew heavy with a mix of blood, soil, and vegetation.
Yuan Heng did her best to persuade herself: When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Soon, they arrived at the usual meeting place of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. It was also a stone house, just exceptionally large.
Before Houtu and Jumang could even reach it, the Ancestral Witches inside had already come out to greet them.
“Little Sister, Jumang, you're back.”
Yuan Heng blinked. Eh?
Why was Fellow Daoist Houtu called 'Little Sister,' but the Ancestral Witch Jumang was addressed directly by his name?
Oh well... whatever, it wasn't important.
Houtu nodded. “Eldest Brother, I've brought Fellow Daoist Yuan Heng back.”
Yuan Heng nodded, waving her hand to greet them. “Hello, Ancestral Witches~”
Dijiang was relatively polite—though not overly so. He nodded slightly, his tone eager. “Welcome, Fellow Daoist Yuan Heng.”
Oh, my. There was really no need for such enthusiasm.
Yuan Heng could tell they were all straightforward types, so she didn't beat around the bush either. “Fellow Daoists, Houtu and Jumang have already explained the situation to me.”
“May I ask where those children are? Could I have a look?”
Where are they, where are they?
Let her see this incredibly rare sight—a member of the Wu tribe who had actually born a Primeval Spirit, aside from Lady Houtu!
Yuan Heng's straightforwardness was exactly to Dijiang's liking. He secretly let out a sigh of relief. Heaven knew he was truly terrible at polite pleasantries.
“Follow us, Fellow Daoist.”
Yuan Heng nodded and followed behind ten massive hulks, accompanied by two rather robust beauties.
To be completely honest, this scene made Yuan Heng want to get herself a pair of sunglasses more than ever.
She couldn't even imagine how incredibly cool she would look~
Rate on N.U.
