The members of the Wu tribe were straightforward and hot-tempered. The weaker and softer you appeared, the more they looked down on you—they might even bully you.
Conversely, if you were assertive and possessed strength worthy of their admiration, they would treat you as a friend.
Xuanjian did not directly reveal the existence of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. Instead, he intended to fight Zhurong and Gonggong first!
He would win the Ancestral Witches' recognition and respect through sheer strength!
【Fifty-Fifty with Anyone】—activate!
The 【Fifty-Fifty with Anyone】 skill locked onto Zhurong and Gonggong. After calculating their combat power, it directly elevated Xuanjian's combat power to a level equal to theirs.
At this moment, whether in physical body strength or the application of laws, Xuanjian was in no way inferior to Zhurong or Gonggong!
The three sides collided.
Xuanjian did not use any spiritual treasures, relying solely on the power of his physical body to clash and contend against Zhurong and Gonggong!
The sheer strength of Xuanjian's physical body utterly shocked the Ancestral Witches!
Zhurong cried out in shock, “What's going on?! Isn't this kid a Primordial Spirit cultivator? How is his physical body so powerful?! It's not the least bit weaker than ours!”
“Something's wrong, something is definitely off!” Gonggong glared furiously at Zhurong, questioning him, “Zhurong, did you fucking hold back on purpose?!”
Hearing this, Zhurong flew into a rage and retorted, “Hold back my... Go to hell... Oh, damn it! Gonggong, you little bastard, who are you saying held back?!”
Gonggong sneered, “Otherwise, why haven't we brought him down after all this time?!”
“Screw you! Taste my elbow!”
Zhurong slammed an elbow wrapped in Dutian Divine Flames viciously into Gonggong's chest.
The blow directly shattered space, sending Gonggong crashing into some unknown corner.
Xuanjian: “???”
Aren't you two ganging up on me?
Why are you beating each other up?
What can I say... as expected of the Wu tribe, their thought process really is built different.
Enraged, Gonggong shattered layer upon layer of space and charged back, bringing with him world-ending waves.
However, Gonggong's target this time wasn't Xuanjian, but... Zhurong!
“Zhurong! How dare you hit me?!”
“What if I hit you?! Serves you right!”
“Aaargh, I'm gonna kill you!”
What was supposed to be Zhurong and Gonggong besieging Xuanjian somehow turned into a chaotic three-way free-for-all.
Everyone fought as they pleased, hitting whoever they wanted.
In the end, Zhurong and Gonggong only had eyes for each other.
Exchanging passionate glances, they pummeled each other ruthlessly, completely oblivious to Xuanjian's existence.
Just like that, Xuanjian had become invisible.
“Alright, that's enough.”
At some point, a low, gentle female voice echoed through the region. It sounded like an underground spring flowing over blue river stones, or the low murmur of the earth—soft, yet weighing a thousand tons.
Hearing it brought a sense of stability and reassurance, comforting like a mother's embrace.
Xuanjian turned toward the sound.
Space to one side was shattered by a single punch!
A stunningly beautiful woman dressed in an earth-yellow gown and sporting wheat-colored skin stepped forth at a leisurely pace. She was enveloped in the thick, dense Dao charms of the Law of Earth. Her features were exquisite yet regal, her demeanor brimming with the aura of a formidable elder sister.
She was barefoot, her delicate feet pristine and healthy.
“Brother Zhurong, Brother Gonggong, stop fighting. Don't make fools of yourselves in front of this Daoist friend.”
This place wasn't too far from the Houtu tribe. When Zhurong and Gonggong surrounded Ancestor Qingzhu and Xuanjian, Houtu had already noticed the disturbance and kept a close eye on it.
Houtu didn't care about the life or death of Ancestor Qingzhu or Xuanjian.
However, as Xuanjian later matched the two Ancestral Witches in physical strength without falling behind, Houtu truly began to take this unfamiliar Daoist seriously.
The Wu tribe only respected the strong.
They held the utmost disdain for Primordial Spirit cultivators who relied on spiritual treasures and divine powers.
Yet, they harbored supreme respect and reverence for those with formidable physical strength.
Without a doubt, Xuanjian's raw physical strength had earned him the serious attention of Houtu, an Ancestral Witch of the Wu tribe.
And then Zhurong and Gonggong started bickering again, brawling right in front of an outsider. This gave Houtu quite a headache and made her feel rather embarrassed.
Everyone in the world says our Wu tribe is reckless and foolish. Can't you two show some backbone, stand tall, and be smart for once so the world can see that we actually have brains?!
“Little Sister?”
“Little Sister, why are you here?”
Zhurong and Gonggong stopped fighting and looked at Houtu together.
Zhurong said, “Don't blame me, Little Sister! Gonggong was the one spitting slander first!”
Gonggong argued back, “Well, you were the one who struck first!”
Zhurong: “It's all your fault!”
Gonggong: “It's all your fault!”
“Sigh.”
Houtu palmed her forehead helplessly.
Among her ten older brothers, only Brother Dijiang and Brother Zhujiuyin were somewhat composed.
The other eight... were hard to describe.
Houtu ignored Zhurong and Gonggong, looking at Xuanjian instead with a slight smile. “I am Houtu, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Wu tribe. Where does Daoist friend come from, and where are you bound?”
Xuanjian offered a Daoist bow and replied with a smile, “Poor Daoist comes from the Eastern Lands.”
Houtu was puzzled, tilting her head curiously. “The Eastern Lands? Where is that? I have never heard of it.”
Xuanjian waved his hand and chuckled, “Just a small place, not worth mentioning.”
Houtu said, “Daoist friend's physical body is so powerful that it is rare in all of Honghuang, fully comparable to the Ancestral Witches of my tribe. Among Primordial Spirit cultivators, this is exceedingly rare.”
“Haha,” Xuanjian chuckled again. “It is not worth mentioning. That Poor Daoist possesses such a physical body is all thanks to an innate body-refining technique. This technique... Poor Daoist dares to call it the paramount body-refining method in Honghuang.”
Xuanjian said this deliberately to arouse the Ancestral Witches' curiosity.
“Pfft,” Gonggong sneered in disdain. “What boastful words! Calling it the paramount body-refining method in Honghuang? The body-refining method of my Wu tribe is the true paramount method in Honghuang!”
Zhurong nodded in agreement. “Indeed! In all of heaven and earth, which tribe dares to challenge my Wu tribe on the path of body refining?”
Though Houtu did not speak, her thoughts aligned with Zhurong and Gonggong's. She, too, believed that the Wu tribe's body-refining technique was the finest in Honghuang.
However, in the very next instant, Houtu, Zhurong, and Gonggong were all stunned frozen in place.
They were astonished beyond belief.
They heard Xuanjian speak slowly, “Indeed, the Wu tribe's body refining reigns supreme in Honghuang, and Poor Daoist's modest method is not worth mentioning before the Wu tribe.
“I was originally thinking of using this Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art to exchange and learn from the Wu tribe, but seeing this now... the Wu tribe might not necessarily think much of Poor Daoist's body-refining technique.”
Upon hearing the words ‘Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art’, Houtu, Zhurong, and Gonggong stood completely frozen on the spot.
What had they just heard?
The body-refining technique practiced by this Primordial Spirit cultivator... was actually the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art!
The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art!
This was the body-refining technique bestowed upon the Wu tribe by Father God Pangu!
How could a mere Primordial Spirit cultivator possess the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art?!
Could it be that Father God bestowed it upon him?
“Impossible!”
Gonggong, the most short-tempered, shouted wildly, “The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art! That is our tribe's heritage technique bestowed by Father God! How could an outsider like you have our tribe's supreme secret?!”
“Oh?”
Xuanjian feigned surprise. “Could it be... that the Wu tribe's body-refining method is also the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art?”
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