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

When the Queen Mother of the West looked at the mountain of innate spiritual treasures before her, and then at the gentle and refined Lin Xuan, her heart skipped a beat.

But she is the Queen Mother of the West.

She was the leader of all the female immortals in the primordial world, a quasi-saint, and possessed her own pride.

If she were to be so easily swayed by a few treasures and agree to this marriage, how would she survive in the prehistoric world? What would people say? Would they say that she, the Queen Mother of the West, was a greedy and lustful woman who was forcibly taken away by the Wu tribe?

Does he even care about his reputation anymore?

The Queen Mother of the West took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound firmer, even though she was actually quite weak-willed in the face of the terrifying evil aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"I appreciate the kindness of all the Ancestral Witches."

The Queen Mother of the West bowed slightly, struggling to shift her gaze from the flaming banner that floated off the ground: "But marriage is a major event, concerning one's path in cultivation. I cultivate the Great Dao of Yin, which requires tranquility and non-action. This matter of dual cultivation... is probably not in harmony with me. Please take back these betrothal gifts."

Refused.

The atmosphere at the scene froze instantly.

Dijiang, who had been laughing heartily, suddenly stopped laughing as if cut off by a knife.

The flame in Zhurong's hand suddenly shot up three zhang high, burning a hole in the clouds beside him.

"What did you say?"

It wasn't the hot-tempered Zhu Rong who spoke, but Xuan Ming, who stood beside Hou Tu.

Xuanming is the Ancestral Witch of Rain and also the Ancestral Witch of Ice. She is usually quiet and aloof, but right now, the chill emanating from her is colder than ten-thousand-year-old Xuanbing ice.

She took a step forward.

"Snap! Snap!"

As she stepped down, the once spring-like ground of Xikunlun instantly froze into a thick layer of black ice. The rare and beautiful plants were frozen into ice sculptures in the blink of an eye, then shattered into powder.

Xuanming raised his head, his greyish-white eyes fixed on the Queen Mother of the West: "Are you looking down on my brother?"

"No...no..." The Queen Mother of the West felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her very soul about to be frozen. "Fellow Daoist Xuanming, you misunderstand, I just..."

"Just what?"

Xuanming ignored all explanations. Behind her, a terrifying phantom of a demon god faintly appeared—her true form as an ancestral witch. Huge bone spikes were grotesque and terrifying, radiating a chilling aura that seemed to freeze time and space.

"Our Wu tribe came to propose marriage with utmost sincerity, and the betrothal gifts were more than generous. But you, on the contrary, are making excuses and delaying."

Xuanming's voice was flat, yet it sent chills down one's spine: "Since you refuse to listen to reason, then I see no need for this Xikunlun to exist. Perfect, I'll dismantle your dojo and tie you up and take you back to the Pangu Palace. Once the deed is done, let's see what kind of tranquility and inaction you'll cultivate then!"

"Let's do it!"

At Xuanming's command, the millions of Wu Clan soldiers behind him roared in unison.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The malevolent energy coalesced into a giant black dragon, which crashed directly into the protective array of Xikunlun.

"Boom!"

The formation shook violently, and cracks spread like a spider web.

The Queen Mother of the West turned deathly pale.

She was really scared.

These lunatics! They'll tear the house apart at the slightest disagreement! Is this what the Witch Clan is like? There's no way to communicate with them!

Just as the Queen Mother of the West was preparing to unleash the Kunlun Mirror in a desperate attempt, a white figure blocked Xuanming's path.

"Sister Xuanming, wait a moment."

Lin Xuan's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear on this tense battlefield.

The chill emanating from Xuanming vanished instantly, and her terrifying Ancestral Witch form disappeared without a trace. She looked at Lin Xuan, her gaze immediately softening: "Little Thirteen, don't stop her. This woman is ungrateful. I'll help you capture her and take her back; you can discipline her however you like."

Lin Xuan was sweating bullets.

Sister, are you a bandit leader? And you're even training her?

If Xikunlun were really demolished, it would create a blood feud. While a forced marriage might quench thirst, Lin Xuan wanted the system reward, the willingness to have a child, not having an enemy by his side who wanted to kill him every day.

Lin Xuan turned around and looked at the Queen Mother of the West.

At this moment, the Queen Mother of the West had slightly disheveled hair, a pale face, and eyes full of fear and humiliation.

Lin Xuan activated the system's [Top-Tier Charm Aura] and set its power to maximum.

He didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the Queen Mother of the West.

That look in his eyes contained three parts apology, three parts deep affection, and four parts helplessness.

Amidst the overwhelming malevolent aura and the rude ancestral witches, Lin Xuan stood out like a pure white lotus rising from the mud, untainted by its surroundings.

"Fellow Daoist, Queen Mother of the West."

Lin Xuan took two steps forward, and was only a few feet away from the Queen Mother of the West.

He could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from the Queen Mother of the West.

"I'm sorry to have startled you." Lin Xuan sighed, his voice deep and magnetic. "Actually, I know I'm not worthy. I was born with a useless body, unable to cultivate, without a primordial spirit, and my lifespan is no more than ten thousand years. But you, fellow Daoist, are a quasi-saint, a great being, with longevity and enduring vision. It's understandable that you look down on me."

The Queen Mother of the West was stunned.

She hadn't expected Lin Xuan to say that.

In her mind, the witch clan were all a bunch of megalomaniacs.

"My brothers and sisters are too kind to me." Lin Xuan smiled bitterly, turning to look at the fierce-looking Ancestral Witches. "They know my days are numbered and want me to have a home and descendants before I die. That's why they were so reckless and offended you, fellow Daoist."

Upon hearing the words "before death," Houtu's eyes immediately reddened.

Zhu Rong turned her head to the side, exhaling two streams of hot air from her nostrils, clearly feeling distressed.

Lin Xuan turned around, looking directly into the eyes of the Queen Mother of the West, his gaze crystal clear: "If you truly do not wish to, I will not force you. I will now lead the army to retreat and compensate Xi Kunlun for all its losses."

After saying that, Lin Xuan made a move to leave.

This move, a strategic retreat combined with her alluring aura, directly shattered the Queen Mother of the West's psychological defenses.

She watched Lin Xuan's desolate figure disappear into the distance.

Such a good-looking person.

So polite, so gentle.

Moreover... he did it for the future of the witch clan, so as not to disappoint his older brothers and sisters.

Then look at the menacing armies surrounding them. If Lin Xuan really leaves, will these Ancestral Witches truly pacify Xikunlun?

Even if things are unfair today, what about the future? If the Witch Clan sets their sights on her, will she still have a chance to survive in the prehistoric world?

Think about it the other way around.

If I marry Lin Xuan.

He was the Witch Emperor, a figure of great renown. The twelve Ancestral Witches all obeyed him.

In the future, who will dare to mess with me in the prehistoric world?

Moreover, Lin Xuan's appearance... is indeed exactly what she finds attractive.

"Wait!"

The Queen Mother of the West, as if possessed, uttered a cry.

Lin Xuan paused, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips, but when he turned around, his face was filled with confusion: "Is there anything else, fellow Daoist?"

The Queen Mother of the West bit her lip, and a blush crept onto her cheeks.

She glanced at the mountain of innate spiritual treasures, then at Lin Xuan.

"Who...who said I don't want to?"

The Queen Mother of the West's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but who among those present didn't have sharp ears and eyes?

"Just now, the Ancestral Witch Xuanming... he really frightened me." The Queen Mother of the West tried to save face. "I didn't say no. Since the Thirteen Ancestral Witches are so sincere, then... then I'll reluctantly agree."

"Really?" Lin Xuan's eyes lit up, his expression of surprise perfectly timed.

"Hmm." The Queen Mother of the West nodded. Now that she had spoken, she felt more at ease. "However, let me make this clear first. I'm doing this for the sake of good relations between our two tribes, and also because of your sincerity. It's not because I'm afraid of your Witch Clan!"

"Of course!"

Before Lin Xuan could speak, Di Jiang charged over, laughing wildly.

"Hahaha! Good! Good sister-in-law! That's great!"

Dijiang clapped his hands and laughed, "Since you've agreed, let's not delay! There's no time like the present. I think three days from now is an auspicious day, so let's get it done!"

"Three days?!" The Queen Mother of the West's eyes widened. "Isn't that too rushed?"

"Hasty my foot!" Zhu Rong shouted. "We've even prepared the invitations. Who would dare not come?"

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief as he watched this scene unfold.

Stable.

I finally got my first bite of soft rice.