Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

A brief silence fell over the Pangu Palace.

Queen Mother of the West?

The head of the female immortals who lives in Xikunlun, always putting on airs, and frowning whenever she sees the Wu tribe?

"Good eye!"

A loud shout broke the silence.

Zhu Rong slapped his thigh, making the ground rumble: "As expected of my brother! If you're going to find someone, find the best! Although the Queen Mother of the West has a bad temper, she's undeniably beautiful and a perfect match for our little thirteenth son!"

Gonggong rolled his eyes, unusually refraining from arguing with Zhurong: "Appearance is secondary; the key is her background. She is the embodiment of innate Yin energy and the head of the female immortals appointed by the Dao Ancestor. Her fortune is indeed strong."

Dijiang did not immediately express his opinion; he was weighing his options.

Although the Witch Clan is currently powerful, the Queen Mother of the West still holds a special status. To harm her would be tantamount to directly slapping the face of the King Duke of the East, and might even displease the Dao Ancestor.

But the promise that "the entire clan will give birth to a primordial spirit" made by Lin Xuan was simply too tempting.

This is the only weakness of the Wu tribe, and a thorn in their side.

If we can remove this thorn, let alone offend the Eastern King Duke, even if we overturn the Purple Cloud Palace, Dijiang would dare to do it!

"Little Thirteen".

Dijiang looked at Lin Xuan, his tone more serious than ever before: "Are you sure that as long as you marry the Queen Mother of the West and have a child, you can solve the problem of your primordial spirit?"

Lin Xuan met Di Jiang's gaze and nodded emphatically: "Brother, I am willing to swear an oath on the Great Dao. If I utter even the slightest falsehood, may I die and my Dao perish."

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Houtu quickly covered Lin Xuan's mouth, "What are you talking about, dying or something! I believe you!"

Di Jiang took a deep breath, and the hesitation in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an overwhelming aura of dominance.

"good!"

"Since Little Thirteen has taken a liking to her, that's her good fortune!"

Di Jiang abruptly stood up, the laws of space behind him violently trembling as if to tear the heavens and earth apart: "What head of female immortals, what title bestowed by the Dao Ancestor, before the future of my Witch Clan, all of that is utter bullshit!"

"Pass on my orders!"

"All the great shamans of the twelve tribes have assembled!"

"Target: West Kunlun!"

"Rob...no, I mean, go propose marriage!"

With a wave of his hand, Dijiang set the tone.

At this moment, Xuanming, who had been in charge of intelligence work for the Wu Clan, frowned and said, "Brother, we just received news that the Demon Clan has sent a spy to lurk around outside the Pangu Palace, seemingly trying to find out our movements."

"Demon race?"

Dijiang sneered and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next second, a shrill scream came from outside the hall, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Dijiang walked in carrying a bloodied and mangled nine-headed bird, which he casually tossed on the ground like trash.

"That useless subordinate of Guiche."

Dijiang wiped his hands as if he had merely crushed an ant: "Those demon scum are always watching us. Perfect, today we'll use them as a sacrifice!"

"Zhurong!"

"Here!" Zhu Rong was so excited that his face turned red and his whole body was flaming.

"You lead your troops as the vanguard and clear away all obstacles in the way! Whether they are demons or rogue cultivators, anyone who dares to block our path will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes, sir! Just you wait and see, big brother!"

"Houtu, Xuanming."

"exist."

"You two are meticulous. Go to the storeroom and pick out something decent. We're going to propose marriage, and although it's a forceful move, we need to make a good impression. We can't let people say that our Wu tribe doesn't know etiquette."

Dijiang spoke with such confidence that he didn't see anything wrong with "bringing troops to propose marriage."

Lin Xuan watched in stunned silence.

He originally thought he would have to use a lot of persuasion, and even had a plan on how to use the theory of "free love" to fool his brothers.

The results of it?

This family is nothing short of bandits!

A direct military invasion?

Is this the way the witch clan does things?

Loved it.

"Little Thirteen, what are you daydreaming about?"

Houtu approached with a smile, holding a primordial spiritual treasure she had just unearthed from the storeroom—a hairpin radiating multicolored light, clearly no ordinary item.

"How about giving this hairpin to the Queen Mother of the West as a token of love? I think it suits her perfectly."

Looking at Houtu's excitement, Lin Xuan couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time: "Sister, won't we scare them away with such a big fuss?"

"run?"

Zhu Rong cracked her knuckles beside her: "We've surrounded Xikunlun for hundreds of millions of miles. Where can she run? Besides, it's an honor for our Wu tribe that she's marrying you; she's overjoyed!"

Lin Xuan rubbed his forehead.

This logic is impeccable.

"Alright, stop dawdling."

At Dijiang's command, the earth at the foot of Buzhou Mountain began to tremble.

Millions of warriors of the Wu tribe roared to the sky, their murderous aura soaring upwards and shattering the clouds in the sky.

"Let's go! West Kunlun!"

"Help the thirteenth ancestral witch find a wife!"

The slogans were shouted so loudly that Lin Xuan sat in his specially made luxurious vehicle pulled by nine ancient dragons, listening to the shouts outside, his mouth twitching wildly.

If this gets out, my reputation will be completely ruined.

but……

Lin Xuan touched his chest, feeling the [Top-Tier Allure Aura] on the system interface heating up slightly.

Since it's already a done deal that I'm living off a woman, I might as well go all the way.

Queen Mother of the West, don't blame me.

If you have to blame someone, blame my brothers for being too awesome.