"Wait a minute, Brother Li! We're missing someone!" Zhu Rong looked around and said.
"Oh? Who's missing?" Li Qingming scratched his head in confusion.
"Rushou!" Zhu Rong said with a simple and honest face.
"There he is!" Houtu covered her mouth and chuckled softly, pointing to the far left.
"What?" Following Houtu's hand, Zhu Rong looked over and was immediately shocked into gawking!
Rushou's face was swollen and bruised at this moment, his head having swelled up considerably, with traces of blood at the corners of his mouth. Seeing everyone looking at him, he even flashed a grin, making a hilariously ridiculous expression!
Zhu Rong watched the scene for a while, puzzled, and said, "Jin, what did you do to end up with that face?"
"Oh, that," Xuanming chuckled and said, "Big Brother Jin went to challenge Brother Li and ended up getting his face beaten to a pulp in just a few moves! Teehee!"
"Really!" Zhu Rong's eyes sparkled with excitement, a strong desire for battle written all over his face.
"Alright, let's listen to what Brother Li has to say!" Di Jiang, the eldest brother, still had an authoritative presence, stepping forward to speak at this moment.
"Oh, alright then," Zhu Rong said dejectedly, holding his head down unwillingly.
"Good! Let's continue." Li Qingming was also helpless, knowing that aside from the two female Ancestor Witches, each of the others loved fighting. Wasn't it through such ordeals that he had endured the past hundred and ten years?
"In this recent retreat, I've obtained an important piece of information from within the Qiankun Tripod!" Li Qingming paused for a moment, then continued, "Before this, I want to ask you all a question! You must already know from the inheritance of Pan Gu God, that every twelve Primordial Meetings, a Calamity descends. It has already been more than eleven Primordial Meetings since Pan Gu God created Heaven and Earth, and as we speak, the Calamity is near, with Evil Qi condensing between Heaven and Earth. What thoughts do you all have?"
The Ancestor Witch of Wood, Ju Mang, spoke in a stiff voice, "What can we do? Currently on the Primordial Land, Daluo deities roam everywhere, and Golden Immortals are common as dogs. Even Quasi-Saints can occasionally be encountered! With our Cultivation at the Peak of Great Witch, wandering throughout Primordial Land, I fear it will only be a matter of years before we perish in a foreign land!"
Li Qingming laughed aloud, "Hahaha, I didn't expect even the proud Ancestor Witches to know fear!"
"Fear?" Gonggong, as hot-tempered as Zhu Rong, retorted, "When have we Ancestor Witches ever been afraid? It's just that with our current abilities, venturing out into Primordial Land would be groping in the dark and dishonoring our Father God, wouldn't it?"
"That may not necessarily be the case! With careful planning, I can guarantee your safety and peace of mind!" Li Qingming smiled mysteriously. "In your inheritance, do you have a method to acquire Merit?"
The group of Ancestor Witches looked at each other and all shook their heads.
Li Qingming nodded knowingly and said, "I learned from the Tripod that, after every great catastrophe of Heaven and Earth, the protagonists will eventually exit the stage of Primordial Land. Hence, after this difficult tribulation, the Innate Clans such as Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin will ultimately seclude themselves and no longer vie for dominance over Primordial Land. In this trial, those who act against these three clans will not only avoid karma but will also gain a large amount of Merit."
The Ancestor Witches' eyes suddenly lit up, thinking to themselves: This is good news!
Others might not understand the benefits of Merit. But who are the Twelve Ancestor Witches? They are the ones who acquired three parts of Pan Gu's Heaven Creation Merit. How could they not know the benefits of Merit?
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"Do Brother Li have any plans?" Xuanming rubbed his bright, big eyes and asked.
"We can imitate Luo Hou and be the mantis that stalks the cicada from behind the scene!" Li Qingming smiled slyly.
"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Zhu Jiuyin seemed to understand and asked out loud.
"Now, the Primordial Continent is in utter chaos. The Innate Three Clans are battling each other for dominance of Primordial Land, with countless severely wounded or dead every day. We can disguise as members of these clans and incite discord among the other tribes. Although the effect might not be significant initially, over time it can lead to major conflicts. Time is what we cultivators have the most of – do we need to worry about how long it takes?" Li Qingming paused, then continued, "As long as we successfully incite deeper hatred among the Three Clans and escalate their conflicts, the more merit we will reap after the calamity!"
A group of Ancestor Witches all bowed their heads in deep thought.
In the following period, the Ancestor Witches stopped cultivating and just sat together every day, chattering endlessly.
Ten years later, in the territory of the Desert North Dragon Clan!
"Stop right there! I planted this tree; I cleared this land. If you want to pass, pay the toll! Dare to refuse, and I'll behead you without a burial!" A sharp-faced, monkey-cheeked little demon, adorned with Phoenix Feather, with a tuft of feather atop his head, led two similarly dressed demons, blocking the way of more than a dozen Dragon Clansmen.
"Hahaha! This is hilarious, is he attempting to rob us?" The leading Dragon Clansman, with an unsightly and discolored Jiao Dragon Head, laughed at his companions. Turning his head, his expression changed dramatically, saying, "You little Feather Clan demon, as part of the flying beings, dare to come to the land of our Dragon Clan. Speak! What's your scheme?"
"Damn it, hand over your treasures! Magic Treasures, Spirit Pills, Jade Talismans… hand them all over, or I'll take your lives!" The sharp-faced, monkey-cheeked little demon of the Feather Clan, whether driven by madness or audacity, dared to shout out despite facing a group of Dragon Clansmen who greatly outnumbered him.
"You're asking for death, kid!" Saying so, the leader of the Dragon Clansmen summoned a giant black scythe with a wave of his hand and swung it down onto the little demon's head.
Unexpectedly, the little demon remained unmoved, allowing the scythe to cleave down, with even a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
What shocked the other Dragon Clansmen was that the scythe that struck the little demon from the Feather Clan shattered into bits of iron, and looking back at the little demon, there was not the slightest injury on his head. Even if these Dragon Clansmen were foolish, they knew they had hit a brick wall and fled in a panic.
"You bastards, you strike Lord I and run? Do you take me for a sick cat?" The little demon from the Feather Clan took a deep breath and a thunderous roar erupted from his mouth, causing the numerous Dragon Clansmen to fall to the ground with severe injuries.
The little demon walked leisurely forward, dispatching them one foot at a time, leaving only the leading Jiao Dragon alive. Standing in front of it, the little demon from the Feather Clan said, "Idiot, go back and bring more people if you dare; I'll be waiting right here for you!"
The terrified little Jiao Dragon scurried off, pee trailing behind him, shouting as he ran, "Kid, you just wait! I will come back for sure!"
After a short while, seeing that the Jiao Dragon had run far away, the three Feather Clan little demons chuckled lightly and transformed back to their original forms; it turned out they were Zhu Rong, Ju Mang, and Qiang Liang. At this moment, Zhu Rong spoke, "Hahaha, Brother Li's mastery of disguise is indeed powerful! Now we don't have to worry about these little demons uncovering anything!"
Similar scenes were constantly acted out in the territories of the Primordial Three Races. Over the next few centuries, demons of the Three Clans in disguise kept dying; even Golden Immortals, Taiyi Golden Immortals, and Daluo True Immortals fell from time to time.
And so, the already tumultuous Primordial began to buzz with activity once again!
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